Young Master has a good temper

Chapter Twelve

Unexpectedly, a torrential rainstorm struck the next day, preventing the shop from opening. To make matters worse, the dripping sound of the leaking roof accompanied Zhou Yu through the entire night.

Two days before leaving for Chang'an, Zhou Yulin asked Zhou Yuanling for the letter her father had written to her. Unexpectedly, the rain last night had soaked the letter, turning it into a blurry black blob. Only a few parts were preserved, and the legible parts contained words of comfort and concern, but ultimately there was no important information for her.

Zhou Yulin searched through all the bookstores in Jiangning, but surprisingly, none of them taught how to cultivate with a useless spiritual root. The only thing they taught was how to improve basic physical fitness.

So, on another dark and windy night, Zhou Yulin knocked on Gu Ling's door, "My dear aunt, what brings you here?"

Unlike last time, Gu Ling casually pulled on a coat and looked at Zhou Yulin, this unexpected visitor, with a wary expression. "You're being too formal, Gu Ling," Zhou Yulin said, looking at him innocently.

As the saying goes, one doesn't hit a smiling face. Gu Ling pinched the bridge of his nose and said helplessly, "Where do you want to go this time?"

"Xuanling Sect, Library Pavilion."

"no."

"Not enough permissions?" Zhou Yulin had only come to ask Gu Ling, so she wasn't too surprised by the result. She thanked him and left.

For some reason, Zhou Yulin ended up at Chen Muyao's door after wandering around for a while. After hesitating for a moment, she finally knocked on the door.

It's so late, he should be asleep by now...

Thinking about it, Zhou Yulin turned around, only to find that the owner of the room was standing not far behind her.

The moonlight was lovely tonight, but the young man, dressed in smart black, stood under the moon, his quiet eyes untouched by worldly concerns, exuding a low-key and composed air. He stared at the woman who was lurking suspiciously outside his door for a few seconds.

"You're still awake?"

"Did you need something?"

The moment she opened her mouth, Chen Muyao naturally noticed the disappointment in Zhou Yulin's expression, and her displeasure was amplified.

In the silence, the boy's features appeared even more refined, and his demeanor became increasingly aloof. Zhou Yulin hesitated for a few seconds, pursed her lips, broke the silence, and asked somewhat awkwardly, "When you channeled your spiritual energy into me last time, I was thinking that I might have a chance to cultivate."

"so?"

His earnest question caught Zhou Yulin off guard. His dark eyes reflected a clear, complete, and somewhat astonished Zhou Yulin.

The boy didn't seem anxious at all, and Zhou Yulin couldn't quite discern his tone. He simply stated, "You want to try again."

"May I?"

"How could I possibly refuse?" Chen Mu chuckled in exasperation.

The way he said that made it sound like he would agree to any request Zhou Yulin made.

Night deepened, and twilight encroached upon the sky. She stood there, watching the pure white and clear spiritual energy gathering in the young man's palm.

For a moment, I couldn't help but think that everyone said the people in the Nine Star Pavilion had done all sorts of bad things, but Chen Muyao, as the young master of the Nine Star Pavilion, cultivated the purest and cleanest spiritual power, and in his dealings with others, he did not have the slightest bit of the slovenliness and cunning that belonged to his father.

It's actually not bad to get along with him.

At least—he's a very loyal person.

For example, when she was eight years old, Zhou Yulin agreed to a competition with a girl from the neighboring Divine Medicine Valley and went alone to Fengshen Mountain, which was full of poisonous snakes and ferocious beasts. At that time, she was very unlucky. Not only did she encounter a divine beast three levels higher than her and get seriously injured, but she was also bitten by a snake.

When he was on the verge of death, a handsome young boy saved him.

Zhou Yulin couldn't remember the boy's face, only that he was very handsome, and that he had a jade pendant on his waist that was exactly the same as her nemesis's.

He saved himself without a word, and then left without a word.

When the spiritual energy was injected into Zhou Yulin's body again, the chaotic spiritual energy surged wildly within her spiritual meridians. A bloody smell filled Zhou Yulin's taste buds. Seeing the blood at the corner of her mouth, Chen Muyao stopped supplying spiritual energy. At that moment, Zhou Yulin seemed to lose her last support, collapsing to the ground without any strength.

After a drop of blood accidentally stained the jade pendant at her waist, it emitted a faint golden light before returning to normal, as if it were just an ordinary jade pendant that could be seen anywhere.

When Zhou Yulin woke up, the sun was already high in the sky. Zhou Xiuer sat by the bed, anxiously stirring the foul-smelling medicinal soup.

"Cousin, you're awake."

Zhou Xiuer was overjoyed and handed the medicine in her hand to Zhou Yulin as if it were a treasure, "Quick, cousin, drink it while it's hot."

Feeling dizzy, Zhou Yulin took the medicine and picked it up under Zhou Xiuer's expectant gaze. The fishy smell filled her nostrils, and she lost her grip, causing the bowl to fall to the ground with a crisp cracking sound.

Zhou Xiu'er quickly comforted her, "It's alright, I'll cook another bowl for my cousin. You lie down first."

Zhou Yulin lay back on the bed, never expecting that her attempt would almost cost her her life.

Sigh—cultivation is too difficult, even a salted fish sighs.

Do you want to become stronger?

Do you want to become the best in the world?

"Do you want to steal everyone's attention with your first move?"

"In no mood."

Zhou Yulin answered expressionlessly.

Oh no, this guy is acting completely out of the ordinary.

So the other party quickly changed their sales pitch, saying, "Young lady, I see that you have extraordinary talent and are destined for cultivation."

"Oh." A very flat, extremely flat word.

This made the other party feel even more frustrated. What's going on? Wasn't this woman eager to become stronger? Shouldn't she be overjoyed at his appearance? Why is she acting so indifferent?

"Ahem, actually I'm a very kind person. Young lady, do you want this water spirit root, this dual-element spirit root, or this heavenly spirit root?"

"Only children make choices; I want them all."

Good grief, you're too lazy to even choose one!

Aren't you curious about who I am?

Zhou Yulin asked in confusion, "Why should I know you?"

The other person filled in the blank themselves: Who do you think you are? Why should I know you? You think you're so important?

“I am your father.”

"roll."

Okay, I guessed it, she wouldn't believe it.

The other person sighed, "I am a friend of your father."

I don't believe it.

“I am the nephew of the third son of your father’s friend’s distant cousin.”

"Oh."

"Actually... I was your father's rival in love. I had been in love with your mother for many years, but I could never have her."

"Well, I'll believe it to some extent." After all, Zhou Yulin's face must have been inherited from her parents. Her mother is exceptionally beautiful, and her father has a rival in love, which is understandable.

"In order for you to grow strong enough, I will provide you with professional training before you meet your parents."

Shouldn't early childhood education begin?

The voice immediately retorted, "No, no, no! How can cultivation be started from infancy? It should start from the embryo, when the child is still in the mother's womb. However, although you are a bit older, you are lucky that your spiritual root is actually a top-grade heavenly spiritual root."

"What did you say?"

Zhou Yulin was stunned. Wasn't he a useless spiritual root? How did he get involved with a heavenly spiritual root?

If a useless spiritual root is a rare find, then a heavenly spiritual root is a rare genius that appears only once every ten thousand years.

Zhou Yulin was stunned by this unexpected good news.

"How many years has it been since there have been any Heavenly Spiritual Roots in the world? Besides, there's a fine line between Heavenly Spiritual Roots and Waste Spiritual Roots. It's true that Waste Spiritual Roots can't cultivate, but Heavenly Spiritual Roots are even harder to start cultivating."

Why?

"A damaged spiritual root needs to be cleansed, which means that with a mortal body, you can begin cultivation after ten strikes of heavenly lightning."

"But let's not even talk about how even cultivators might not be able to withstand ten strikes of heavenly lightning, let alone a mortal?"

"That's why it's difficult to cultivate a Heavenly Spiritual Root."

"..."

Zhou Yulin thought she could finally get a leading lady role, but the first page she turned to was: "To practice this skill, one must first abandon one's cultivation."

Good grief, it's still a cannon fodder plot.

Zhou Yulin: Crying, crying, crying.

But Zhou Yulin asked calmly, "Senior, is there no other way to cultivate?"

Upon hearing the word "senior," the person was in a good mood and replied in a friendly manner, "Of course not."

Under Zhou Yulin's expectant gaze, the person spoke slowly and deliberately, speaking with a smug air, "Actually, there is a second method." At this point, the person opposite also said with a bit of shyness, "You can also find someone with high martial arts skills and cultivate together."

Zhou Yulin's smile froze on her face.

"Young lady, you can't waste this face! Look at your face, how many men in the world can resist it? If you want to cultivate with her, you'll surely rise to the top!"

While the other person was still having wonderful ideas, Zhou Yulin's smile completely vanished, especially after the other person said, "I think that young man next to you is quite nice, what's his name... Chen Yaomu, right?"

Zhou Yulin didn't correct the other person for mispronouncing Chen Muyao's name, but just sneered, "Heh, even if all the men in the world died, I still wouldn't look at him."