Can a Scholar Be Called a Villain

Chapter 41: Sheng Yi’s return to the capital

The crowd didn’t have to lift their heads to understand what that meant.

Dragon God Crystal!

Another Dragon God Crystal had appeared!

Looking towards the source of the light, they could see that it was directly opposite of the location that they were in, it was at the far corner of the valley while they were in the other corner.

Murong Jue’s eyes focused as the bright lights bloomed within his pupils, similar to everyone else present.

“Go! Let’s go and snatch it!” He quickly reacted, and after regulating his erratic breathing, he started running there with all his might.

The second-generation nobles and servants behind him followed suit.

At the side, the Liu clan and the Moon Fire sect were already long gone, with the remaining scattered people starting to rush over as well.

Murong Zhan shouted, “Let’s go together, quick! Lest they get it before us.” And grabbed onto Murong Jing, leaving a dust cloud with his every step.

Seeing that the princes he had to protect were all gone, Jiang Tian Sheng quickly turned towards Murong Xing and Tang Can, “We should go too, in case anything goes wrong for the princes.” Powerlessly glancing at each other, Murong Xing and Tang Can could only nod and follow behind the hurried Jiang Tian Sheng.

Unlike the thirty thousand people that had gathered previously, there were close to eighty thousand people rushing over to the source of the light this time.

There was plenty of fighting along the way, with people chasing and running.

Some had even run out of energy, swallowing pills and spiritual medicines from their bags of holding in an effort to keep up with the rest.

Some were dissatisfied with their speed and summoned their spiritual beasts, riding on their mounts towards the destination. A large variety of spiritual beasts could be seen, from the large golden-toothed giant elephants to the smaller Cang Qing wolves.

Some even unleashed their Manifestation transformations, there were mortal forms of demonic beasts that could fly, or those with mortal forms of colossal demonic beasts.

Regardlessly, everyone tried their hardest to arrive before anyone else, using every trick and every drop of energy in their bodies to increase their speed.

Of course, there were plenty of people who were assassinating others, stabbing the people in front of them or pulling out bow-type hidden weapons to kill as many people as they could at once.

Plenty of people fell along the way, trampled into mincemeat by those that came after them.

And all of this was completely unrelated to Murong Lin, who was currently seated in a tea house at the city’s entrance.

He was currently seated at a window-side table on the third floor, surrounded by a blue mist and the thick scent of tea. Taking a gentle sip of the mild tea, he squinted his eyes in comfort.

In his past life, appreciating tea was one of his top three hobbies.

But because the previous owner of this body had never enjoyed tea, he had assumed that tea leaves were unpopular in Yan.

He didn’t expect to find such a decent tea house here today.

Bai Lao Bo stood next to the table respectfully, staring out the window.

The shop was close to the south entrance of the city, the gates with the highest amount of human traffic. Most of the merchants and visitors that came from the south and left from the north needed to pass through this gate.

Murong Lin couldn’t care less about what was going on outside. There were sellers shouting, drunkards yelling and all kinds of other chatter that were completely irrelevant to him, who was simply squinting his eyes and enjoying his tea.

There were plenty of older tea enjoyers in the tea house, but only Murong Lin occupied the third floor.

At this moment, Bai Lao Bo’s eyes focused as his mouth opened slightly, “You Highness, Sheng Yi is here.” He turned towards Murong Lin.

Murong Lin slowly opened his eyes, completely unfazed.

Putting down the teacup in his hands, Murong Lin stood up softly and walked over to Bai Lao Bo, looking down from the shop’s window. He could easily spot Sheng Yi, who had just entered the city with a horse following behind him.

He was dressed in plain clothes and had a relaxed expression, occasionally glancing behind him to look at the young girl seated on the horse he was leading.

The young girl was also wearing plain clothes, but it did little to mask her clear features. Her expression was full of shock and amazement, looking at everything with eyes full of curiosity.

It was clear that she was amazed by the architecture of the capital, her eyes were completely filled with adoration as if she was an ignorant young lass from a village.

“Brother Yi, is this the capital? How extravagant! How lively! Look, there are even performers over there!” Zi Lin kicked her feet in excitement as she sat on the horse, her hands pointing towards her surroundings.

Sheng Yi had an expression of powerlessness as he held onto Zi Lin’s hand, coddling her, “Be quiet, the capital has strict management. Also, don’t scare the horse.”

Zi Lin pouted, but she was completely unaffected as she continued to gawk at the crowds in her surroundings.

Sheng Yi seemed relaxed, but there were still doubts hidden deep in the back of his mind.

He had heard all kinds of rumours on his way back to the capital, and he was currently in an extremely dumbfounded state.

Zhu Zhu Shu of the Hundred Flower sect was defeated by the fiance that she despised and killed herself?

This was completely different from his memories, he remembered that Zhu Zhu Shu had lived a long, good life.

And the disciple that the Poisonous Old Ghost had accepted had defeated Yan Si Lu in ten exchanges? That was impossible, according to his memory.

Tang Can was somewhat remarkable, but he definitely wasn’t an opponent for Yan Si Lu.

But the strangest event to him was the Dragon God Crystals.

It didn’t exist in his memories at all?

If it did, he wouldn’t have left the remnant so soon.

Crystals that could bestow a bloodline onto humans were something he hadn’t even heard about in his past life.

To his understanding, there were only three transferable bloodlines in the world, but those were all low-quality bloodlines.

Even for his past life, the Dragon God’s bloodline would be an incomparably precious treasure to the past him that was in the Majestic realm.

How could it possibly exist?

And there were nine of them?

Sheng Yi remained dumbfounded throughout his journey back.

Did these changes happen in the world because of his reincarnation?

It shouldn’t?

He was completely stupified, and he could only make haste to return to his father’s mansion to investigate these incidents.

Suddenly, a beautiful figure dressed in luxurious clothing appeared before him.

Sheng Yi raised his head, his grasp on Zi Lin’s hand tightening unconsciously.

He looked at the sixth princess, Murong Liu, that had appeared in front of him and asked coldly, “Murong Liu, why are you blocking my path?”

Murong Liu, who was extravagantly dressed from head to toe, didn’t cower in the slightest despite his cold tone. Quickly sizing up Zi Lin, she raised her head and spoke, “What? Sheng Yi, is this the woman you found? She doesn’t seem like much.”

Zi Lin was immediately upset by her words, “Who are you calling ‘nothing much’? Who are you?”

Sheng Yi pulled her hand, comforting her, “Nothing, let’s ignore her and leave.”

He immediately pulled onto the horse’s reigns, wanting to return to Sheng Guo Gong’s mansion.

Murong Liu’s gaze became darker as she commented at the side, “Sheng Yi, don’t be too shameless. As your fiancee, I will ask you one more time, are you sure you want to bring her back to your residence?”

The gazes of the surrounding crowd were starting to focus on them, everyone that passed through the capital was naturally aware of their identities. One of them was the sixth princess of the country, and the other was the son of Sheng Guo Gong.

The entire city was filled with rumours about the events between the two of them, it was said that the sixth princess was completely humiliated by Sheng Yi.

While the engagement between Sheng Yi and Murong Liu wasn’t formally announced, it was already agreed upon by the two families and it became an irrefutable fact within the country.

The Murong clan needed to bring Sheng Guo Gong to their side to increase their strength, and Sheng Guo Gong needed the strength of the Murong clan to protect his son, who was once a bookworm.

No one had expected Sheng Yi to become so powerful overnight, and even before anyone could react, Sheng Yi had already begun humiliating the Murong clan.

He even disregarded the engagement with Murong Liu and brought a woman back from the outskirts.

In the eyes of everyone present, this was a clear act of defiance against the sixth princess.

Zi Lin’s expression changed dramatically as she looked at Murong Liu dazedly, then back at Sheng Yi, asking frantically, “Sheng Yi! What fiancee?”

Sheng Yi had a powerless expression, he didn’t have time to explain to Zi Lin, so he turned towards Murong Liu, “The marriage between the two of us is the promise between our parent’s generation. I can tell you very clearly now that I will explain the situation to my father, our engagement will not carry any weight.”

With her complexion turning pale from anger, Murong Liu pointed at Sheng Yi and Zi Lin with a trembling finger, “Adulterers! Dog-like trash!”

And then, she left.

The idea of coming to the city’s gates to stop Sheng Yi was naturally the idea of one of her friends.

But she never expected Sheng Yi’s determination and disdain towards her.

This was extremely humiliating to her, and her last shred of rationality disappeared with this incident.

She never wanted to marry Sheng Yi, and now that she was being humiliated like this, the sixth princess that had never felt such humiliation in her life was furious.

She decided to act first.

Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned.

Especially so for a beautiful and prideful woman.