Quick Transmigration: Don't Let That Cannon Fodder Go

Chapter 183 She always asks for 19

Wen Chuyan stood nervously at the door. He hadn't seen the sect leader for a long time, and he suddenly didn't know what to say.

Looking at Song Xianyin, who seemed a little bored, he suddenly realized that he hadn't taken her out to eat yet.

"Miss Song, let me take you to eat first."

Mu Silan looked at him speechlessly: "It's not a big deal if you take a little more time. You should go in now, Fellow Daoist Wen."

Doesn't it matter when you eat?

Song Xianyin nodded, holding the Soul-Devouring Blood Raven: "Wen Chuyan, you should go in quickly. We'll wait for you at the door."

This sect leader must be quite important to him; she rarely saw Wen Chuyan show such a tense expression.

Because of Wen Chuyan, the Heavenly Sword Sect was extremely lively at this time, with people peeking through the cracks in the doors from time to time.

"But I heard that my second senior brother has been quite powerful lately."

"He's considered powerful? You haven't seen what Senior Brother is capable of."

Song Xianyin had met the second senior brother they were talking about. He had just come out of the sect leader's courtyard. He was bald and had a very gloomy expression.

It's obvious that they're not like the positive and optimistic type.

Wen Chuyan stood at the door of the room, took a deep breath, and gently knocked.

There was no sound from inside the door.

Wen Chuyan paused for a moment, then knocked on the door again: "Sect Master, are you there?"

The air was very quiet.

Wen Chuyan stood at the door, somewhat at a loss.

At this moment, a disciple walked over with several secret manuals. He looked at Wen Chuyan with some doubt and knocked on the door.

"Enter."

Wen Chuyan was stunned as he watched the disciple enter the room directly.

The sect leader is inside; why didn't he speak just now?

Wen Chuyan waited at the door for a long time before the disciple finally came out.

"Junior brother, is the sect leader inside?" Wen Chuyan asked after hesitating for a moment.

The disciple sized up Wen Chuyan before him, nodded, and then turned and left.

Wen Chuyan knocked on the door again. He waited from noon until sunset, but the person inside still showed no intention of letting him in.

Wen Chuyan looked at the grass on the stone slab and suddenly felt a little dazed.

There was a time when he waited like this from day to day, as if he had returned to his childhood.

Just as Wen Chuyan was quietly waiting at the door, a figure suddenly appeared in his mind.

"Oh no." Wen Chuyan's brows furrowed tightly.

He forgot that Miss Song was still waiting for him outside; she hadn't eaten yet.

Wen Chuyan no longer cared about the sect leader and quickly ran out of the courtyard.

Sure enough, before even leaving the courtyard, they heard Song Xianyin's wailing.

"I'm so hungry... I'm so hungry... I'm starving to death..." Song Xianyin's voice was light and airy, as if she was really about to faint from hunger.

Wen Chuyan ran up to Song Xianyin breathlessly: "I'm sorry, Miss Song, and two other fellow Daoists. We've kept you all waiting."

Jiang Wange's eyes curved into a smile: "It's alright, has the matter been resolved?"

Wen Chuyan paused for a moment, then smiled and said, "It's been a long time since I've met the sect leader, so we inevitably chatted a bit too much. I'm sorry to have kept everyone waiting."

"I'm starving!"

"Okay, okay." Wen Chuyan quickly led them to eat.

The food at the Heavenly Sword Sect wasn't very good, so he could only give them something to eat to fill their stomachs before starting to cook.

Although it had been a long time since he had used the Heavenly Sword Sect's stove, Wen Chuyan picked it up very quickly.

"Miss Song, could you please move away from me? It's a bit smoky." Wen Chuyan looked at her somewhat embarrassed.

Song Xianyin squatted down next to him, looking sullen, her stomach rumbling.

Wen Chuyan was overwhelmed by guilt. He had said he would let Miss Song stay at the Heavenly Sword Sect, but on the very first day, he made her go hungry.

Wen Chuyan immediately started cooking with great enthusiasm, and after finishing one dish, he took it out for Song Xianyin to try first.

"Wen Chuyan, what did the sect leader say to you? Did he give you any treasures or anything?" Song Xianyin asked casually.

Looking at Song Xianyin's expectant face, Wen Chuyan said softly, "The sect leader gave me a golden talisman, saying it can enhance the spiritual power of the Soul-Devouring Blood Raven."

Song Xianyin stared at him longingly, without saying a word.

Wen Chuyan smiled and said, "I've already put it in your bag."

Seeing Song Xianyin hurriedly start searching her bag, Wen Chuyan couldn't help but laugh out loud.

It's alright. Once he wins the trial, he'll definitely have a lot of divine artifacts. We'll see which ones Miss Song wants then.

Mu Silan wasn't picky about food; his attitude towards food was simply to be able to eat his fill.

"Fellow Daoist Wen, does your sect leader share the same surname as you?" Mu Silan asked casually.

He had forgotten where he heard it from.

Wen Chuyan paused in his stir-frying, then nodded: "I do share the same surname as the sect leader."

"Maybe you even use the same place," Mu Silan said with a smile.

Wen Chuyan responded softly.

When it was time to sleep at night, Wen Chuyan tossed and turned in bed, unable to fall asleep.

He stared blankly at the ceiling, thinking about what had happened that afternoon.

Why won't the sect leader see him? He clearly knows he's already returned to the sect.

"It will be fine tomorrow," he murmured.

Sure enough, early the next morning, a disciple came to summon Wen Chuyan.

"Senior Brother, the Sect Master wants to see you." The disciple's voice was somewhat excited.

It's definitely prepared for a duel.

The entire Heavenly Sword Sect is now eagerly anticipating the duel between Wen Chuyan and Fang Ziqi.

When Wen Chuyan arrived at the sect leader's courtyard.

Fang Ziqi was practicing his sword in the courtyard when the sect leader sat not far away with a serious expression, but his gaze remained fixed on him.

"You have to be ruthless, otherwise how will you win the trial tomorrow?"

Fang Ziqi's expression showed some resentment, and he practiced even harder.

Wen Chuyan's heart sank upon hearing this. He walked to the sect leader's side and asked, "Sect leader, is there something you need from me?"

The sect leader glanced at him and frowned: "You're back?"

Wen Chuyan didn't understand what the sect leader meant at this moment, because he had returned yesterday, but the sect leader pretended not to see him.

When the two stood together, Fang Ziqi was somewhat dazed; the sect leader and Wen Chuyan looked so alike.

As he practiced his sword, he suppressed his unease. Those people said that Wen Chuyan was the sect leader's son. Was it true or false?

But doesn't Wen Chuyan have a wealthy businessman father...?

"Ziqi has been injured recently. When you make your move tomorrow, be careful not to go too far." The sect leader's brows were furrowed tightly.

Wen Chuyan remained silent. This was a trial, and everyone had to rely on their own abilities, but why was the sect leader saying such things to him?

Would he say these things to Fang Ziqi for him?

The sect leader looked at Wen Chuyan, who resembled him, and sighed: "When you have time, give some blood to Ziqi. He's been getting tired too easily lately."

Although Ziqi is talented, he has a short temper and is prone to anger. In addition, he was recently injured, so the chances of him losing to Wen Chuyan are very high.