The scene in the Banished Immortal’s eyes was clearly like a revolving lantern, and he observed it from the perspective of a bystander, not experiencing it firsthand as usual. Logically speaking, it shouldn’t have caused any changes in his mood, let alone allow him to empathize with it.
But the fact was, the scene in the Realm of Heart Refining had nothing to do with him, yet the Banished Immortal couldn’t help but feel a naless rage rise in his heart.
In his chest, the fla soared, burning high.
Heroism, in his view, was akin to child’s play. Rather than heroism, it was more like recklessness, rashness.
And did he think that the son of the wicked official would let it go easily, or that this person’s family background could provoke such trouble?
Especially when the premise of power in this Heart Refining Realm was like the sky, within a county, for a rchant with rely so wealth, it was akin to heaven. How could they watch their only son get beaten black and blue?!
But he could not speak of anything. Mortals, like ants, in his view, were nothing but those who lived briefly. Yet even though their ti was short, there was no lack of shining points worthy of praise.
In the world, there should always be soone who stands up for justice.
Calming his mind, the Banished Immortal settled down, silently watching the flowing images before him.
"Kuo, things have co to this point, no matter how stubborn you are, it’s of no use. We cannot fight the officials, we cannot contend against that assistant county magistrate.
As your father, I have already made arrangents for you at the Tai Lei Martial Arts School. The old master there has a decent relationship with ; others want to get in but can’t. You should go there to take refuge first, and we can talk when this storm blows over."
In the room.
A slender, gentle-featured middle-aged man spoke with a face full of helplessness.
Across from the man was a youth of about fifteen or sixteen years old, with a delicate appearance, especially those bright eyes that were strikingly black and shiny, leaving a deep impression at a glance.
At this mont, the mystical feeling in the Banished Immortal’s heart beca even more peculiar. He seed to be the youth, yet at the sa ti, an unseen voice reminded him that he was not this youth.
He was just an observer, unable to do anything, and could only watch the developnt of the scene through the perspective of the character in the story, experiencing the aning of the mundane world.
"Understood, father."
In the scene, the youth nodded solemnly.
"Good, good, good, as long as it sinks into your heart. I was afraid you wouldn’t listen. It’s getting late; Kuo, you should rest early. I’ll take you there first thing tomorrow morning."
The middle-aged man let out a long sigh of relief and hurried out of the room, as if afraid the youth would suddenly regret it.
The next day, just at dawn.
In the house.
The youth was woken up early by the middle-aged man. The two, one behind the other, without alarming anyone, left the mansion and headed straight towards the martial arts school.
After many twists and turns, having walked for almost half an hour, the morning sun hung high, the morning mist gradually thinned, and in front appeared a stone wall several hundred ters long.
Ahead was a large vermillion gate, above which hung a plaque with the words Tai Lei Martial Arts School.
In front of the martial arts school’s gate was a table and a long bench.
Sitting there was a young man in a gray outfit, with leggings bound.
The middle-aged man hurriedly took the youth forward.
Upon seeing the young man in the gray outfit, the middle-aged man bead with joy, as if eting an old acquaintance, and imdiately stepped forward quickly, clenching his fists and bowing:
"Brother, I have spoken with your school’s master beforehand. This is my son... he wishes to join your school..."
The middle-aged man’s voice had barely dropped when he was directly interrupted by the young man sitting in the front.
"Your family has offended the nobles, and yet you dare wish my master to protect you, making him wade into this murky water."
The young man snorted coldly, his face full of disdain.
"I won’t waste words with you. Here’s the thing: in my hand, I have two slips of paper. One says you can enter the school, the other says you can’t. Choose one... leave it to fate.
If you choose the one that agrees, I won’t stop you. But if you choose the one that disagrees, then it’s best to go back to where you ca from, how about that?"
While speaking, the young man took out two crumpled slips of paper, placed them in his palm, and laid them in front of Shen Kuo.
Although asking, there was already an unmistakable tone in his words.
"Sir, entering the martial arts school... I have already spoken..."
The middle-aged man quickly said.
The young man did not speak, just stared at the youth with a faint smile.
The Banished Immortal observed the events unfolding from a bystander’s view, finding the feeling quite intriguing.
What kind of person was he? He imdiately realized that the other party was deliberately making things difficult for the youth.
The two slips of paper in the palm, he could guarantee that they both said ’disagree’.
As for why the other party was targeting the youth, it should have sothing to do with that assistant magistrate. As for the specific reasons, he wasn’t clear, but it likely wasn’t to curry favor.
He could sense that the youth probably realized it too.
"If you don’t let in, I’ll force my way in."
The youth sneered, grabbed a ball of paper, and when the young man saw this, a look of delight appeared on his face.
He had no relation with the assistant magistrate and was not trying to curry favor with them. It was just that the youth had offended the son of the assistant magistrate, making him a hot potato. He did not want his master troubled, so he took it upon himself to keep him out.
The rules of the school were there, if hard tactics wouldn’t work, he had to go soft.
But the young man’s smirk had not yet expanded before, at the next mont, he suddenly widened his eyes and looked at the youth.
The latter took the ball of paper, popped it into his mouth, and swallowed it, then picked up the other ball of paper and spread it out.
The youth smiled at the young man: "Senior, this one says ’disagree’, so the one I chose should be the ’agree’, right?!"
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