Chapter 77 Entering the Palace

Season Tianxin finally awoke with a faint sigh.

For her, sleep was also a form of cultivation.

Eating, too, was a kind of practice.

Due to her long-standing habits, cultivation had become as natural to her as eating and drinking. It was ingrained, an everyday affair.

Yet, even in that plane, few could achieve such ease—besides Season Tianxin, there was hardly a second person to be found.

Su Qing was the first to step down from the carriage, then assisted Season Tianxin in getting out.

As soon as Season Tianxin set foot on the ground, she received a fierce glare from Season Yucheng ahead.

Season Yuanruo glanced at Season Tianxin, his expression complex, before looking away.

Season Tianxin was puzzled. "Do they bear a grudge against me?"

Su Qing coughed lightly, knowing her mistress’s face blindness had struck again. She stepped forward and whispered, “Mistress, those are the children of the Chen clan—the eldest young master and second young lady of the General’s Manor. You’ve met them before.”

Because of her mistress’s face blindness, Su Qing had cultivated an extraordinary memory for faces.

It must be said, the most frightening thing in this world is not how powerful your enemy is, but to have your enemy appear before you every day, while you, intent on vengeance, are met with a look of innocence and the question: Who are you?

Such things are enough to make one cough blood...

And her mistress was precisely such a person...

Only then did Season Tianxin recall, “Ah, so it was them.”

Her brief memory would not last long; she might forget again soon enough.

At the palace gates, carriages of every size were parked, each bearing distinctive insignia—clearly belonging to officials and nobles.

Season Huailei waited at the front, glancing back to see Season Tianxin dawdling at the rear. He felt impatient, but could not rush her.

Instead, he urged the eldest and second children nearby.

“Yuanruo, Yucheng, hurry up!”

Season Yuanruo and Season Yucheng quickened their pace, coming to stand by Season Huailei.

A smile curved at the corner of Season Yucheng’s lips; it seemed father had no fondness for that little demon.

An elderly maid led Season Yuanqing at the rear. Because the child was simple-minded, someone had to accompany him at all times, lest he offend some noble or person of status.

When Season Tianxin finally ambled over, Season Huailei spoke with authority, “Let’s go.”

They were not the only family entering the palace today; the journey was unusually lively.

Season Huailei was a martial general, and moreover, a practitioner at the Cleansing Marrow stage. Thus, whether officials or royalty, all greeted him with respect.

Perhaps, to them, the title of General Huailei was less intimidating than his status as a martial artist who had mastered the Cleansing Marrow stage.

Such was the absolute reverence for martial artists on the Heavenly Martial Continent.

Not to mention, the General’s Manor supposedly housed a master who had perhaps already broken through to the Enlightenment stage.

It was also rumored that even the eldest young master of the General’s Manor was a Cleansing Marrow stage expert.

This was unparalleled in the entire Yu Kingdom’s court!

For Yu Kingdom to have such a martial family serving in government was indeed a blessing.

Thus, the gazes directed at the Season family were filled with respect.

Season Huailei relished these looks, returning their courtesy.

The womenfolk of the Season family shared in the honor.

Yet none of them knew that the true reason for the Season clan’s flourishing was that, years ago, Season Tianxin had casually transformed Season Sanlei’s constitution and aptitude, imparted some cultivation techniques, and the family had managed to pass these down.

Season Tianxin took small steps, slowly surveying the architecture of the Yu Kingdom’s royal palace.

Season Yucheng noticed her actions and spat lightly, “Country bumpkin!”