rpbooks Chapter 108 Actually, he wasn't Song Yan's fiancé.
Chapter 108 Actually, he wasn't Song Yan's fiancé.
Gu Yan reached out and hugged the adorable cub. He flicked his finger, hitting the Snow Shadow Tiger cub on the head: "All you do is eat. If you keep getting fatter, you'll turn into a pig. If you really do turn into a pig, I'll turn you into pork jerky and eat you."
The Snow Shadow Tiger cub trembled upon hearing this.
My owner is so scary!!
"Father, Mother." Gu Yan carried the Snow Shadow Tiger cub to her parents.
"Come, Yan'er, have a cup of tea." Han Xinyue smiled and poured Gu Yan a cup of tea.
"Thank you, Mother."
Gu Yan released the Snow Shadow Tiger cub, and the little guy jumped into Gu Yunhong's arms, acting cute and affectionate. Gu Yunhong smiled and took out some pills from his storage bag to feed it. The little guy ate the pills while still acting cute and affectionate towards Gu Yunhong.
"Father, Mother, I'm planning to go out. I'll go out to gain experience tomorrow," Gu Yan said.
"Where are you going this time?" Gu Yunhong asked.
"Oh, well, I want to go to Yuanzhou," Gu Yan said.
"Why go to Yuanzhou?" Han Xinyue asked.
"The headquarters of the Alchemist Association is over there. I'd like to go there and take a look. I'll also take a certification exam while I'm there," Gu Yan said.
His current alchemist rank is actually level five, but many people know that his rank is above level five and no worse than Mu Qinghe's, so many people call Li Bai a near-level six alchemist. However, Gu Yan wanted to go to the Alchemist Association headquarters not for the certificate, but to see the top alchemists of the Miro Continent.
He hasn't dealt with seventh-grade or eighth-grade alchemists yet, so he should be able to learn a lot from them.
"You're all grown up now. Do whatever you want to do, just be careful," Han Xinyue said with a smile.
"Father, Mother, this trip might take a long time, and we might not be able to come back for the New Year," Gu Yan said.
"It's alright, just remember to write letters," Han Xinyue said with a smile.
"By the way, that little girl from the Su family brought some things over yesterday. That little girl often brings things to the house, and she always asks about you." Gu Yunhong said while stroking the Snow Shadow Tiger cub's fur.
Gu Yan smiled but didn't say anything.
Gu Yunhong looked at him and sighed, "You have so many romantic entanglements. Every few days, girls come to your door looking for you. I'm even thinking of moving out of Qingyun City."
"I'll be more careful in the future," Gu Yan said.
And so Gu Yan left Qingyun City once again.
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Three days later.
In the sky, a gigantic white tiger stood atop icy flames, carrying a beautiful young man dressed in pristine white on its back. The young man admired the scenery along the way while releasing his divine sense. Having not ventured out for ten years, he now looked at the verdant mountains and clear waters, feeling as content as a bird confined in a cage for ten years.
Suddenly, he sensed a familiar presence. He released his divine sense and saw a girl in red fighting a snake-like demon beast in a mountain forest hundreds of miles away. The girl was beautiful and held a red sword. With each swing of the sword, large swaths of flame were released from the blade.
This young woman was none other than Song Yan.
Song Yan looked much more mature, but Gu Yan hadn't seen her for eleven years. During those ten years, Song Yan had visited Qingyun City and the Gu family. However, Gu Yan had sealed the secret chamber, focusing on repairing her primordial spirit, and only emerged from seclusion around the New Year this year. Gu Yan didn't know about Song Yan's visit until her parents mentioned it after she came out of seclusion.
This little girl hasn't forgotten him yet.
Seeing Song Yan being sent flying by the monster's giant tail and crash to the ground, the monster roared and was about to swallow her whole. Song Yan flipped over, gripped her sword, and was about to fight desperately when Gu Yan made her move. Hundreds of miles away, Gu Yan pointed her finger, and a golden light pierced the monster's heart.
The monster collapsed to the ground.
Song Yan stared in shock at the scene. She then looked around, releasing her divine sense, but saw no one. She clasped her hands in a fist and said loudly, "I am deeply grateful to which senior has come to my aid. May I ask that senior reveal themselves?"
No one responded.
Song Yan waited for a while but no one appeared, so she could only collect the monster's corpse in disappointment and leave. Gu Yan watched her leave. In fact, he had always wanted to tell Song Yan that he was not her fiancé. The Gu family and the Song family were old friends, but he didn't even have the surname Gu in this life.
In his past life, his surname was Gu, but in this life, it's not. His parents' identities were borrowed from others; his father's surname wasn't Gu at all, and his mother's surname wasn't Han either.
Their surnames and given names are fake. The real Gu Yunhong and Han Xinyue died long ago, and their son was never born.
Song Yan does not have a fiancé.
But he couldn't tell Song Yan any of this. Even if he did, it wouldn't make a difference unless she came to her senses and forgot about him.
Gu Yan sighed again and rode his Snow Shadow Tiger toward the nearest teleportation point to the Dugu family.
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Several months later.
This is the Medicine Tower, the headquarters of the Alchemist Association, a sacred place for alchemists, where only alchemists of rank three or higher are allowed to enter. At this moment, in a wide corridor on the fifth floor of the Medicine Tower, a young man dressed in a rank six alchemist's robe walked from the end of the corridor carrying a book, drawing all eyes to him.
This young man is so beautiful.
He looked to be only seventeen or eighteen years old, yet his appearance was as if favored by the creator god; no matter how much you scrutinized him, you couldn't find a single flaw.
His skin was like translucent white jade, with a faint rosy glow. His long, black hair was like raven feathers, or like a dark waterfall cascading down his back. Wherever he went, it seemed as if the surroundings suddenly became brighter, as if the light was drawn to his beauty and was chasing after him. So wherever he went, he brought a dazzling sight.
Everyone was amazed by the young man's good looks, but no one dared to approach him. Their gazes towards him were filled with both amazement and awe, because this young man was not only a sixth-grade alchemist, but also a powerful expert in the late stage of the Spirit King Realm.
As the boy approached, everyone bowed in greeting.
"Greetings, Li Bai!"
"Greetings, Master Li Bai!"
"Greetings, Mr. Li Bai!"
As soon as the boy walked past, someone excitedly pulled the person next to them aside and started talking.
"That's Li Bai! He's so handsome!"
"He's like a god; he must be a god reincarnated."
"I heard he passed the sixth-grade alchemist exam in just one day. Is that true?"
"Really, I was there that day. Master Mengtu and Master Murong both admired him and wanted to take him as their disciple. However, Mr. Li Bai said he already had a master, so he declined."
"Did Mr. Li Bai join the Alchemist Association?"
"It seems not."
Wherever Gu Yan went, a commotion followed. His beauty, combined with his late-stage Spirit King realm strength and the title of a sixth-grade alchemist, destined him to be the center of attention wherever he went. Three months ago, he visited the Medicine Tower, met its seventh-grade alchemist, passed the sixth-grade alchemist's examination, and had been studying there ever since.
Gu Yan was thrilled with the vast collection of books in this medicine tower.