Chapter 967: Chapter 966
Another person sneered, "Who would have thought Qingyu would become such a colossal entity? After all, it’s a newly risen school, not even ten years old. Don’t even mention big families and major schools; even in ten years, most can’t reach an average level! Foundation requires time to accumulate... Qingyu is an exception!"
This person had also been slapped in the face before; most people probably felt the name of Qingyu as a major school was a bit forced, like pulling out a radish: the shoots above seemed larger than others, so one might think the radish below would at most be a bit larger as well. Who could have thought that the radish below was so large it was impossible to pull out!
"But who is so bold and reckless to actually have designs on the Young Master of Qingyu!"
"The Young Master of Qingyu you’re talking about, is it the rumored child who could perform a Spiritual Talisman at the age of five?"
The two were chatting animatedly when another person approached.
These matters aren’t secret enough to be considered intelligence exchange, so no one was avoiding the topic.
"That’s the rumor, though it’s unclear how it spread. Even if they claimed it was the Qingyu disciple who drank the first talismanic water, that would be more credible than saying it was a five-year-old kid!"
"Qingyu has gone mad wanting fame..."
At this point, the person speaking stopped. Most people previously believed this was the case, but does Qingyu really need fame? If they truly needed it, they only had to reveal a fraction of their current power, no need to use a five-year-old as a gimmick.
Still, making them believe a five-year-old could perform a Spiritual Talisman seemed too shocking; almost everyone chose not to believe it. If they did, it would shake their core beliefs too much.
Hao Rong also heard these conversations, though he was quite confused, not being from this circle originally. However, he could tell that the Qingyu they mentioned was quite formidable.
What unsettled him was that some people were holding what seemed to be the Miracle Powder his father had sought after at a high price!
The same paper-wrapped little packets, detailing effects and uses, completely matching the usage of the Miracle Powder his father acquired!
Who on earth are these people?
At first, Hao Rong didn’t think much of these people, even though the Heavenly Blessing’s medicinal meals and wines on their table caught his attention. Their attire was just too shabby, though now...
Hao Rong nudged Jing Changle with his elbow, whispering, "Did you hear what they said just now? What were they trading? Miracle Powder?"
Jing Changle glanced at him coolly, "Sorry, I’m not very educated, I don’t know what Miracle Powder is."
Hao Rong was disdainful, muttering, "Doesn’t even know Miracle Powder; can’t talk with people at the bottom."
Jing Changle turned his eyes away expressionlessly, deciding to ignore this fool.
Luo Yirui listened intently to the three people’s conversation, lost in thought. His mother was indeed looking for him!
Hearing them discuss Qingyu and him, he kept an even lower profile, avoiding impulsively proving that he could indeed perform a Spiritual Talisman like most reckless young people.
Having some reputation is good, Gu Ran thought, but compared to his life, of course, his life was more important.
Of course, hearing others praise Qingyu and its power delighted Luo Yirui, as for those who doubted him, well, they’re just frogs in a well.
The questioning voices were quite numerous; initially, he was somewhat upset, but he grew used to it and no longer cared. You doubt, I live my life — can you affect me? No, you can’t!
Elsewhere, after returning from the small pavilion, Yu Junpei still wore a puzzled expression.
The goatee man curiously asked, "What’s going on?"
The other person also listened attentively.
In their circle, the three were known as the Iron Triangle, keeping no secrets amongst themselves, forming a tight group. As no one dared to offend one of them, offending one meant offending all three.
Yu Junpei looked a bit odd, "Nothing much, just wanted to chat?" He appeared unsure.
Yet, recalling the previous conversation, he genuinely felt that Nie Yunsheng just wanted to chat with him.
Indeed, aside from topics like what to eat or drink and if he was happy, Nie Yunsheng barely mentioned him; isn’t that just chatting?
Neither the goatee man nor the round-glasses fellow doubted Yu Junpei’s words; he had no reason to deceive them.
This Nie Yunsheng was of an unknown origin, extremely wealthy; he didn’t seem to be a Mystic Doctor but surrounded himself with many excellent ones. That seated man and woman were accomplished in the Spiritual Talisman.
Such high-minded experts actually treated Nie Yunsheng respectfully, making everyone very intrigued by his background.
Unfortunately, aside from his name and face, people knew nothing about him, not even his precise age or whether he had a wife or kids. Quite mysterious!
This gathering was hosted by Nie Yunsheng, of exceptionally high prestige, with many Mystic Doctors attending for the first time. Therefore, they were even more curious about Nie Yunsheng.
Yu Junpei knew it couldn’t be that simple; although Nie Yunsheng’s past was mysterious, he was integrated into the Mystic Doctor circle, well-informed about its matters!
Yu Junpei had no previous dealings with him, making the approach puzzling. Perhaps some would say it was due to them being known as the Iron Triangle of this generation, esteemed and respected. If so, Nie Yunsheng should have sought them out at the start, not suddenly in the middle for a chat.
Unable to fathom the reason, Yu Junpei didn’t dwell further, recalling the three kids he brought, glancing over to see them nearby, eating and chatting, relieved.
There surely was no danger here, merely fearing the three children might accidentally bump into someone, which would be troublesome. With him watching, all was fine; his concern was the time he stepped away.
"Say, if we find that child and bring him back, Qingyu would certainly be grateful, maybe gift us Qingyu Talisman Medium treasures?"
The three began discussing again.
"Possibly, the Qingyu Talisman Medium is nothing to them. We might even get the Xuan Talisman formula."
Everyone speculated and debated, though none expected to actually find the Qingyu Young Master. China is vast; it’s not easy to encounter him, not even if they went searching.
Luo Yirui quietly ate a mango by the side, unmoved. Of course, he wouldn’t expose himself over a mere word; would they send him back? The moment he revealed his identity, he probably couldn’t even leave this courtyard.
