Capítulo 1116: Chapter 187: The Guest Elder Calls (2/2)
When Pu Yongyan arrived at Wang Anfeng’s courtyard, Ren Yongchang was busy tidying up the cracks left by the Tian Qing Sect Martial Artist during their recent encounter. The courtyard was in total disarray, and a twinge of guilt flashed through Pu Yongyan’s heart as he stepped forward to help.
As he bent over, he took the opportunity to glance inside the house and saw Wang Anfeng and Jin Gaochi sitting opposite each other. He quickly lowered his eyes again, pretending to be busy.
“Mr. Jin, please enjoy so tea.”
Wang Anfeng served the man a cup of tea. As they sat facing each other, Jin Gaochi originally took a sip out of politeness. However, he found the ordinary tea surprisingly free of any bitterness as it entered his mouth, prompting him to comnd it, saying:
“This is excellent tea, Young Master.”
“To be able to taste it, I consider myself rather fortunate.”
Wang Anfeng chuckled lightly and said, “Mr. Jin, you’re too kind.”
“If not for your righteous intervention, I might have suffered today. I hadn’t properly thanked you before, so I express my gratitude now.”
Jin Gaochi naturally responded with polite refusals, both harboring their own thoughts and intentions, yet outwardly presenting a harmonious atmosphere of host and guest enjoying themselves. After two cups of tea and so small talk, Jin Gaochi placed his teacup on the table and looked around before speaking with a smile:
“I detect a faint dicinal aroma in this room. Could it be that despite your young age, you are already proficient in the Qihuang Technique?”
Wang Anfeng sighed and shook his head, revealing the explanation he had prepared long ago with a wry smile:
“Mr. Jin, please don’t laugh at . The truth is, I’m physically weak and have no choice but to resort to such asures. There’s an old saying in the Central Plains, ‘Prolonged illness turns you into a doctor,’ which sowhat describes my situation.”
“Unfortunately, if it weren’t for my frail condition, I might have already advanced considerably in my martial arts cultivation. Instead, I’m now forced to take dicine daily just to scrape by, which is quite laughable.”
“Young Master, you shouldn’t speak this way.”
Jin Gaochi offered words of comfort while gaining so clarity in his heart. No wonder this young man seed to know no martial arts yet could instruct Ren Yongchang on sword techniques, allowing him to break down the superior martial arts of the Tian Qing Sect with basic sword forms. It seems he cos from a well-versed family.
With these thoughts in mind, he found even more value in recruiting the person before him. However, his expression revealed nothing as he smiled again and said:
“Young Master, why so discouraged? From your deanor, I can see you are a person of great fortune. The future is long, and how do you know you won’t find a miracle that heals you and allows you to excel in martial arts, progressing by leaps and bounds?”
Wang Anfeng feigned a wry smile and said, “Mr. Jin, please don’t tease .”
Jin Gaochi replied with a righteous tone, “Young Master, this is not teasing. It’s just that upon seeing your deanor, sothing stirred in my heart.”
Wang Anfeng sighed along and said, “I appreciate your kind words, but I wouldn’t know where to find such opportunities in the vastness of Heaven and Earth.”
Jin Gaochi was waiting for this mont. He put down his teacup and said seriously:
“Young Master, opportunities are far away and right before your eyes.”
“Mr. Jin ans…?”
Jin Gaochi smiled slightly, his deanor calm, with an air of towering over the world, saying:
“The winds change, Heaven and Earth shift. Does Young Master know the current state of the world?”
His words carried a sowhat testing tone, and Wang Anfeng nodded sincerely, saying:
“Although I stay at ho often, I have heard so things.”
In his heart, Wang Anfeng silently ‘translated’ it.
Despite soaking in dicinal barrels for a month.
But I killed King Balman, so I know.
Unaware of his inner thoughts, Jin Gaochi nodded, stood up, and respectfully saluted in the direction of the Royal Mansion outside, declaring aloud:
“Then Young Master should know that now the King has not set an empress yet was unfortunately assassinated.”
“Our King Balman, with no leader, and both Princes have already established their families. In the vast Royal City, it’s already a situation of looming catastrophe.”
“With your talent, Young Master, why not seize the opportunity to attach yourself to one of them, at that ti serving as a loyal minister, treasures from across the Central Plains and as far as Cang Hai—all would be yours, and what’s a little chronic illness in comparison?”
He suddenly turned, his eyes fixed on Wang Anfeng, asking:
“What does Young Master think?”
This speech was quite candid and full of intent to recruit. If it were an ordinary person, they would take the opportunity to agree. But Wang Anfeng also understood that accepting imdiately would lead to not being taken seriously, so he needed to decline slightly and test each other’s bottom line.
But before he could speak, a bizarre shout suddenly echoed in his ears, loudly saying: “Who are you trying to fool? Saying it and doing it are two different things. Wouldn’t I look like a fool?!”
“Hey, crazy guy, not happening, I’ll tell you that.”
“Don’t… huh?! Big monk, what are you doing, mm mm mm…”
“Mm? Mm, mm mm mm!!!”
Accompanied by this interruption, which lacked coherent words but clearly and complexly mixed feelings of ‘fear’ and ‘expectation,’ it abruptly ended. Wang Anfeng felt a slight pain at his temple, and if not for his long experience, he might have lost composure on the spot.
He raised his hand to pinch the bridge of his nose, concealing a look of amusent without frustration, composed his emotions, and facing Jin Gaochi, he apologized with a smile:
“Mr. Jin’s kindness terrifies .”
“Unfortunately, I’m naturally inclined towards leisure and probably can’t take on the responsibility of being under soone else’s command. If I upset the Prince, it would instead bring trouble to you, Mr. Jin.”
Jin Gaochi smiled slightly, aware that the matter wouldn’t be so simple. He was prepared, smoothed his garnt, sat down again, and persuaded calmly:
“Young Master, you’re overthinking this.”
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