Chapter 302: Chapter 129: Buying a House in the Inner City, Master’s Identity, The Five Sects of Jintai
The middle-aged man to the side remained silent. He just occasionally lifted his teacup, a faint smile on his face. He seemed like an uninvolved bystander, yet his presence was impossible to ignore.
A moment later, the attendant who had left earlier returned and whispered a few words in Miss Jinlian’s ear.
Miss Jinlian then said to Yang Jing, "Young Master Yang, we’ve already sent someone to deliver the twenty catties of high-grade Exotic Beast Meat to your residence."
"Thank you, Miss Jinlian." Hearing this, Yang Jing stood up to leave. He also cupped his hands toward the middle-aged man. "Senior, I must be going."
The middle-aged man gave a slight nod in response.
Yang Jing then followed the attendant out of the reception hall, through a corridor back to the front hall, and left the Exotic Beast Pavilion.
...
In the reception hall in the rear courtyard, only Miss Jinlian and Steward Qin remained.
Miss Jinlian watched Yang Jing’s departing figure through the window, then turned to the middle-aged man beside her and asked, "Uncle Qin, what do you think of him? With his aptitude, is he qualified to join the Yunxiao Sect?"
Although she didn’t know Yang Jing well, she greatly admired his composure and talent. She had even provided him with a Hundred Herbs Spirit Pill before. Now, with a steward from the Yunxiao Sect right here, she couldn’t help but ask on Yang Jing’s behalf.
A steward of the great Yunxiao Sect was, of course, qualified to recommend disciples to the sect; moreover, recommending outstanding and talented disciples was part of their duty.
The middle-aged man, Steward Qin, set down his teacup. His fingertips tapped lightly on the tabletop as he mused, "A Huajin at sixteen or seventeen is indeed outstanding in a small place like Yuhe County. But across the whole of Jintai Prefecture, such talent is nothing special. There are even many who are younger than him but have already reached the Peak of Transformation."
He paused, his gaze profound. "The Yunxiao Sect considers many aspects when accepting disciples: innate potential, temperament, and perseverance. Not one can be lacking. Merely being a young Huajin is not enough to qualify for the Yunxiao Sect."
Hearing Steward Qin’s words, Miss Jinlian couldn’t help but feel a flicker of disappointment.
She had thought Yang Jing’s talent would be enough to attract the Yunxiao Sect’s attention, but to her surprise, in this steward’s eyes, he still wasn’t qualified.
But Steward Qin was her elder and had long resided within the sect, so there was reason in his words. Since he had clearly stated that Yang Jing was not qualified to join the Yunxiao Sect, she couldn’t press the matter further. She could only suppress the thought and change the subject.
...
Meanwhile, Yang Jing was walking down a street in the Inner City.
The lingering glow of the sunset stretched his shadow long. In his mind, he was still replaying the brief meeting with Steward Qin.
The aura on that Yunxiao Sect steward was as profound as a still abyss and as imposing as a towering mountain, far surpassing any Huajin Powerhouse he had ever met. It made him yearn even more for the higher realms of the Martial Dao.
’What a pity. The steward didn’t seem willing to say more,’ Yang Jing thought.
He had wanted to use the opportunity to ask a few things about the sects, which was information he urgently needed right now.
After all, the world of Yuhe County was too small. He was already a Huajin, and if he wanted to advance further, he would sooner or later have to engage with the level of the sects.
The next three days passed peacefully for Yang Jing.
He spent his days in the Martial Arts Hall’s training grounds practicing the Mountain-Shattering Fist, honing the fusion of his Inner Strength and his techniques, while also recuperating.
The restorative power of the *Indestructible True Skill* was truly astonishing. In just three days, the scrapes on his body had completely healed, leaving not even a scar. The minor internal injuries from the explosion’s shockwave had also fully mended. His qi and blood were abundant, and his energy was even greater than before.
During this time, Zhou Zhong sent word.
The residence in the Inner City was ready.
It was a rather elegant two-courtyard residence with green bricks and black tiles, complete with a small garden. It was located on the west side of the Inner City, right next to the County Government, and the security was excellent.
Yang Jing immediately moved there with his grandfather, grandmother, mother, and aunt.
.....
「That morning.」
Sun’s Martial Arts Hall, on the front courtyard’s training grounds.
The disciples were training hard, their shouts rising and falling one after another.
He took a deep breath, walked into the center of the grounds, focused his mind and spirit, and slowly began to perform the Mountain-Shattering Fist.
The wind from his fists whistled, carrying the force of a collapsing mountain. Each punch that landed caused the ground to tremble slightly, making the surrounding disciples click their tongues in amazement.
After finishing the set, Yang Jing came to a stop, his forehead covered in only a thin layer of sweat.
Just as he was about to catch his breath, a soft, beautiful voice came from behind him: "Junior Brother."
Yang Jing turned to see Sun Ningxiang walking out from the inner courtyard.
She was wearing a moon-white dress today, which further accentuated her slender figure. She walked to Yang Jing’s side and said, "Father wants you to come inside. He has something to talk to you about."
"Alright, I’ll go right now," Yang Jing nodded.
He followed Sun Ningxiang through the corridor and into the inner courtyard.
Sun Ningxiang pointed to a study not far away and said, "Father is in there."
"Thank you, Senior Sister." Yang Jing expressed his thanks, walked to the study door, and knocked lightly.
"Come in." Sun Yong’s steady voice came from inside the room.
Yang Jing pushed the door open and entered. He saw Sun Yong sitting behind a desk, holding a scroll. When he saw Yang Jing come in, he set the scroll down, his gaze falling upon him.
Yang Jing walked to the desk and bowed. "Master."
Sun Yong gestured with his hand. "Sit."
Yang Jing did as he was told and sat in the chair opposite the desk, his back straight, quietly waiting for his master to speak.
Sun Yong studied him for a moment before speaking slowly, "Have your injuries all healed?"
"Yes, Master, they’re all healed," Yang Jing replied. The qi and blood in his body flowed smoothly. His previous hidden injuries had long since mended, and he was now full of energy, in peak condition.
He knew in his heart that his master had summoned him at this time to discuss the "important matter" he had mentioned before.
