My System Is Three Thousand Years Early

Or perhaps, he was even hoping someone would try to attack him now, so he could test out his own strength.

Cheng Guang stroked his chin thinking about this and couldn’t help but let out a laugh and shake his head.

By this time, the night was more than half over. Cheng Guang didn’t go to sleep in the following hours, but closed his eyes to meditate until the sky was faintly bright. Only then did he curl up under the covers and embrace Qin Yanqiu’s slightly cold body.

He didn’t know what material Qin Yanqiu’s body was made of. Though it was cold, it wasn’t excessively so, but just cool enough for Cheng Guang to notice.

Even in the scorching summer days, sleeping with Qin Yanqiu would probably feel like embracing a central air conditioner.

Cheng Guang held Qin Yanqiu in a half embrace and fell into a deep sleep.

When the sun was three poles high, Qing Luan knocked on the door, then came in carrying hot water to assist Cheng Guang in getting up.

After waking up, Cheng Guang found that Qin Yanqiu had long since left his side.

She must have gotten up early.

Cheng Guang let Qing Luan help him with the simple morning routine. After washing up, he went out to the courtyard and stretched languidly.

Qing Luan busied herself with tidying up the bedding and packing some essential luggage for travelling.

This time, Cheng Guang needed to go to the Taihao Sword Sect to welcome his bride. The sect wasn’t far from the Great Zhou Capital; it would only take three to five days of travel by day, or less than two days if one took a Flying Boat.

Therefore, Qing Luan didn’t need to pack too much this time.

After stretching, Cheng Guang’s gaze swept across the courtyard and noticed that for some reason, Qin Yanqiu seemed to be playing with the Queen of South Ming in the pavilion.

The two of them, one like a cold white lotus on a high mountain, and the other like a noble jasmine in a splendid garden.

Each had their own beauty.

Merely looking at them was a delight to the eyes.

Cheng Guang thought to himself that a big reason the Queen of South Ming could stay so long and content in the Million Specie Garden was because of Black Cub.

Cheng Guang glanced over at a patch of shade near the side room, where a black shadow was visible.

Black Cub was bouncing around Qing Luan, who was cooking porridge, wagging its tongue non-stop and shaking its tail constantly.

Since coming to Duke Zhen’s Mansion, Black Cub had obviously gained quite a bit of weight.

What used to be a lean and muscular body had now become round.

This showed that even when Cheng Guang wasn’t at Duke Zhen’s Mansion, the people there didn’t neglect Black Cub and fed it very well.

"If it keeps being fed like this, Black Cub will probably have to change its name to Black Pig soon."

Cheng Guang couldn’t help but mumble to himself.

It was at this moment that he suddenly sensed something and looked toward the courtyard entrance.

Outside the courtyard.

On the shady path paved with fine white pebbles, Cheng Zhihai and Wu Yuemei approached together.

"Guanger."

As Cheng Zhihai and Wu Yuemei got closer to Cheng Guang, they called out to him. After a brief pause, Wu Yuemei spoke,

"Guanger, this time your father and I have found you a new match. The other party is the current goddess of the Taihao Sword Sect, a person of the Martial World."

"Although they’re from the Martial World, their status is extremely high. They have always remained hidden, rarely getting involved in external conflicts. They don’t show off, yet their strength is profound."

"They may not be as powerful as Duke Zhen’s Mansion, but in a sense, they are not much inferior to the genuine daughters from big minister families in the Court."

"You will head for the Taihao Sword Sect today to welcome the new bride."

As she spoke, Wu Yuemei’s eyebrows slightly curved, "Although it feels like you’ve just returned and now have to leave again, marriage is something that is better done sooner rather than later. It’s good to settle down the position of the main wife early."

With that, Wu Yuemei gently caressed Cheng Guang’s forehead.

Cheng Guang wasn’t surprised by what Wu Yuemei said, as he had already inquired about it last night and knew that the visitors to the mansion yesterday were from the Taihao Sword Sect.

The Taihao Sword Sect practiced the way of the sword cultivator, excelling in offense, and was one of the current Four Great Sword Sects. Though their power was slightly weaker than the four great dynasties, they were still not an entity that the World Royal Family and the four great dynasties could easily ignore.

If it weren’t for the fact that the Sword Sect people usually stayed hidden and did not get involved in external conflicts, the World Royal Family would have started disputes over these Four Great Sword Sects long ago.

Either to subjugate them or to completely obliterate them.

The Four Great Sword Sects held a pivotal position among the forces of the world.

They had become a counterbalance capable of affecting the equilibrium of the scales.

Although Cheng Guang wasn’t very interested in this marriage anymore, he still smiled and nodded in agreement, saying, "It’s no trouble, mother. The journey is just a bit boring, not hard at all."

Cheng Zhihai nodded slightly and timely added, "It’s good as long as you’re safe on the road. Pay more attention to safety, and don’t neglect your cultivation, Guanger. If you feel bored, it probably means you haven’t been cultivating and that you find too much time on your hands."

When Cheng Zhihai spoke these words, Cheng Guang hadn’t said anything yet, but Wu Yuemei already seemed displeased. She lightly placed her hand on Cheng Zhihai’s waist and gave a nearly imperceptible twist.

Wu Yuemei smiled, "Don’t worry, Guanger. Don’t listen to your father’s nonsense. We should rest when we can, why bother getting so tired?"

"Improving one’s cultivation is not something that can be achieved in a short while, we’re not in a hurry. It’s better to take it slow." Explore more adventures at empire

To the side, Cheng Zhihai involuntarily sucked in a breath through clenched teeth and forced a smile, "Right, right, right, your mother is correct. Let nature take its course." n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

Cheng Zhihai said this and couldn’t keep his eyes from sizing up Cheng Guang a few times, sensing the fluctuating aura emanating from him. His expression froze for a moment, and his eyes grew distant.

"Hang on, Guanger, your cultivation level..."