After her senior sister was reborn, she actually became a powerful and arrogant protagonist?!

Tianyuan Imperial City, the residence of the Second Prince.

The bone china teacup holds clear tea, and the delicate aroma of tea wafts out along with the rising steam.

Feng Xiuquan carefully read the letter, while the servant who delivered it cautiously observed his expression and relayed Chu Luobai's words without missing a single one.

"Give the disciples of the Qingyun Sword Sect a good place? They really have quite the appetite."

The Poet Saint's Secret Realm is located within the Bright Moon Academy in Tianyuan Imperial City. It was founded by a Confucian scholar who had reached the semi-saint realm and received the blessings of the Poet Saint's Secret Realm.

It can be said that the Tianyuan Dynasty, located in a remote area, has been able to survive to this day thanks to the Mingyue Academy.

Once the secret realm opens, the Bright Moon Academy surrounding it will intercept most of the righteous energy to supply the students within the academy.

There is a fixed quota for each person who can enter Mingyue Academy. After deducting the quotas allocated to various sects, the remaining places are reserved for a few important people like Feng Xiuquan.

Whether it's to win people's hearts or to curry favor with the sect, Feng Xiuquan only has three of these spots available right now.

Even though everyone from the Qingyun Sword Sect had a spot, Chu Luobai still wanted an extra one...

Although it is unknown what Chu Luobai wants this spot for, if Feng Xiuquan can use a spot to gain the favor of a young genius with the potential to become a saint, it would be a sure win for him.

"Send this invitation to Chu Luobai and say that it is my way of showing my sincerity."

Feng Xiuquan stamped his personal seal on the corner of the envelope and tossed it to the messenger.

............

Inn.

Chu Luobai opened the letter delivered by the servant, revealing an invitation card bearing the special mark of Mingyue Academy.

Qiu Lin, who was having dinner at the same table, looked at the invitation in Chu Luobai's hand with a look of surprise.

"Senior sister, did the Second Prince really give it to you? That's generous of him."

"What good stuff is this? Let me see it too. Is it a sword manual? I'll borrow it and study for a couple of days."

Hearing that there was something good, Zhao Jingren couldn't help but come over.

Sooner or later, these sword cultivators from Wenling Peak will fall into demonic possession due to their sword practice.

Chu Luobai helplessly tossed the invitation to Zhao Jingren.

"The invitation from Mingyue Academy to this Poetry Sage Conference means I can enter the core area and discuss philosophy with those great Confucian scholars."

Seeing that it wasn't a sword manual, Zhao Jingren tossed it back to Chu Luobai.

"What's the point of discussing the Dao? My sword is my Dao."

It's obvious that Zhao Jingren has no interest in practicing Confucianism or Taoism, and he wasn't here in his previous life either.

For some reason, he inexplicably followed me in this life.

Could it be a chain reaction caused by my own rebirth?

"By the way, senior sister, you don't need this invitation for the person upstairs, do you?"

After spending some time together, Qiu Lin had noticed the difference in the person upstairs.

Although he was dressed as a down-and-out beggar when he first arrived, the demeanor and bearing he exuded were something that could not have been cultivated in an ordinary family.

"That's right, we're planning to give it to him, but it depends on how he performs."

After finishing speaking, Chu Luobai took the invitation and walked upstairs to the second floor.

Tomorrow is the Poet Saint Conference, so we need to reach an agreement with that seventh prince as soon as possible.

"Junior Brother Qiu, what's the situation with that person upstairs? Could he really be Chu Luobai's illegitimate son from the mortal realm?"

Although Qiu Lin was well aware that such scandalous rumors always spread quickly, this was simply too outrageous.

Faced with Zhao Jingren's question, he was somewhat amused and exasperated.

"When did my senior sister go down the mountain for so long and leave behind such a big illegitimate child?"

"That seems to be true. I don't think Chu Luobai is that capable."

Zhao Jingren nodded in agreement, then seemed to have thought of something.

"Could she have another stroke of kindness and raise another ungrateful wretch on Little Yao Peak?"

When Chu Luobai brought Jiang Yuzhe back in the snow, Zhao Jingren strongly opposed it.

Over the years, I've come to realize that I should have kept Jiang Yuzhe's whereabouts a secret from Chu Luobai and just left him to fend for himself in the snow.

After finally waiting for Chu Luobai to regain some consciousness, Zhao Jingren was afraid that she would repeat the same mistake and bring another ungrateful person up the mountain.

The second floor.

As Chu Luobai pushed open the door, Feng Xunyuan, who was sitting cross-legged on the bed, happened to get up.

"Thank you for saving me, Fairy. With those medicines, Xunyuan is almost fully recovered."

After shedding his beggar's attire, the young man in front of them wore a light blue robe that accentuated his tall and straight figure, making him no less impressive than the disciples of the Qingyun Sword Sect.

"No need to thank me, saving you was just a small favor."

Chu Luobai sat down and handed him the envelope that had been delivered.

Sure enough, Feng Xunyuan paused when he saw Feng Xiuquan's private seal on the envelope.

But he quickly concealed this unusual feeling.

If Chu Luobai hadn't paid close attention, she probably wouldn't have noticed this small change.

"This is... an invitation to the Poetry Ceremony at Mingyue Academy? Fairy Chu, what does this mean?"

Feng Xunyuan examined the invitation, a hint of excitement flashing in his eyes.

Although he had some influence left by his maternal grandfather, his own strength was too weak.

Otherwise, he wouldn't have ended up on the streets while those forces were being monitored.

"Of course, I would like to invite you to come along."

Chu Luobai didn't miss the hint of attraction in his eyes, knowing that she had made the right move.

"The Poet Saint Gathering is not something someone like me can attend. Besides, the invitation is extremely valuable, Fairy Chu..."

Feng Xunyuan's probing gaze fell on Chu Luobai.

He couldn't figure out what the sword sect girl in front of him was trying to do.

If he knew his own identity, he should have handed him over to Feng Xiuquan long ago.

A powerful second prince and a powerless seventh prince living among the common people.

Anyone would know how to make the choice.

"Let's not beat around the bush. I wonder if His Highness the Seventh Prince would be willing to cooperate with me? If so, this invitation is my way of showing my sincerity."

"cooperate?"

Feng Xunyuan's mind went blank for a moment. This unfathomable Sword Sect disciple in front of him really knew his identity.

But why me of all people?

Since Feng Xiuquan was able to send out this invitation, it's clear that he has an intention to cooperate.

“That’s right. I see that the Seventh Prince is exceptionally talented, unlike someone destined for mediocrity. He just lacks a bit of opportunity.”

Chu Luobai smiled and tapped her fingertips lightly on the table.

"Coincidentally, I have a good opportunity here. I wonder if the Seventh Prince is willing to seize it?"

So he had already guessed it, but when he heard Chu Luobai say the words "Seventh Prince", Feng Xunyuan still couldn't help but tremble.

"There's no such thing as a free lunch, and I know that much."

He truly deserves to be the one who almost brought the feudal system to its knees in the future; his composure in the face of danger alone far surpasses that of others.

Chu Luobai nodded slightly, feeling fairly satisfied.

“That’s natural. Sect cultivators shouldn’t get involved in worldly affairs, especially when it involves the royal family. But your second prince’s ambitions are a bit too great.”