He Yunxiao knew that in order to become the protagonist, he had to have the ability to fight against opponents of higher levels.
Regardless of where your ability comes from—whether it's from a bloodlust, secret techniques, an old man, or just good timing and location.
Seeing the Grandmaster-level expert take a step back, He Yunxiao was secretly excited. Now he could finally go toe-to-toe with a Grandmaster, even though he had relied on Chu Chu's power.
In fact, He Yunxiao didn't know that Chu Chu was just holding his hand and didn't offer him any assistance whatsoever. The reason he could fight to a draw with a Grandmaster was simply because he himself was also a Grandmaster.
A 20-year-old Grandmaster-level martial artist is truly beyond the comprehension of the world. Therefore, even though He Yunxiao defeated the old Grandmaster on the spot, no one doubted He Yunxiao's ninth-grade realm. They simply assumed that he had used some kind of secret technique.
The old master took a step back, flicked his arm, and said sternly, "Boy, what kind of martial art is this? Your strength is so formidable."
He Yunxiao remained noncommittal. Rather than saying "Chuchu is the best in the world," it would be more reliable to say that he himself possessed formidable martial arts skills.
"Hey girl, you lost. Now give up the room."
The shock that had been on Nangong Yu'er's pretty face vanished, replaced by a pair of beautiful eyes that shone brightly as she looked at He Yunxiao.
As one of the young masters of Tingfeng Tower, although she herself was mediocre in martial arts, she was knowledgeable and well-informed. Tingfeng Tower, with its centuries of history, had cultivated a considerable number of Grandmaster-level martial artists. In addition, Weiguo was known as the "most virtuous place in the martial arts world," with a large number of high-quality martial artists. She had seen dozens, if not hundreds, of various Grandmasters since she was a child.
If He Yunxiao were a Grandmaster in his thirties or forties, Nangong Yu'er would at most give him a polite smile. But he is only in his early twenties, yet he already has the strength to clash with a Grandmaster.
This means that he has exceptional martial arts talent and may become a grandmaster in his lifetime.
A man with the potential to become a grandmaster...
Nangong Yu'er was not annoyed at all. Instead, she smiled politely and asked, "May I ask your name, young master?"
Chu Chu gripped He Yunxiao's small hand slightly tighter.
He Yunxiao coughed repeatedly in embarrassment, "Cough cough cough, please state your name first!"
"My daughter's surname is Nangong, her given name is Yu'er, and her father is Nangong Wucuo."
The surname "Nangong" is rare, and even fewer people are famous with it. In He Yunxiao's memory, the most famous "Nangong family" is the Nangong family that runs Tingfeng Tower. However, He Yunxiao has only heard of the Tingfeng Tower Master in Yinjing City and does not know anything about "Nangong Wucuo" or "Nangong Yu'er".
"They call you Young Master. Are you the Young Master of Tingfeng Tower?" He Yunxiao asked tentatively.
Nangong Yu'er gracefully bowed and said, "Yes, Yu'er."
"Your father is the landlord?"
"yes."
He Yunxiao exclaimed in surprise, "Then you must be a real rich woman!"
Upon hearing the term "rich woman," Nangong Yu'er blushed slightly and said politely, "Young master, Yu'er has only recently come of age; how could I possibly be considered a 'mother-in-law'?"
He Yunxiao waved his hand and said excitedly, "Don't worry about that, the important thing is 'wealth'!"
Chuchu exerted force with her small hand again.
He Yunxiao: Ouch, ouch, ouch, please be gentle, Lady Chuchu.
Chu Chu: You're very happy.
Xiaoxiao fanning the flames: Exactly!
He Yunxiao: No, no, this girl is such a nuisance, I'll kick her out of our room right away!
With a smile on her face, Nangong Yu'er said slowly, "Yu'er, may I ask your name, young master? I wonder if you would like to visit my Tingfeng Tower in Yinjing?"
Under pressure from Chu Chu, He Yunxiao's expression changed, and he said irritably, "Little girl, a bet is a bet. If you lose, you'd better give up the room. I've been wanting to rest for a while now."
"Excuse me, sir..."
"Zhang Wuji, Zhang Wuji, are you done yet? Get out of the way."
He Yunxiao used his senior's name without any hesitation, then pulled Chu Chu and Nan Zhu into the room, closed the door behind him, and showed no lingering affection for the rich woman.
With four grandmaster-level bodyguards, Nangong Yu'er naturally had no trouble finding a place to stay. Since she couldn't stay in the private room on the top floor, she had to find a superior room downstairs to make do for the night. However, the bedding, tableware, and tea sets in the room all had to be new, otherwise she wouldn't be used to them.
As the daughter of the world's richest man, this little habit is insignificant. However, another quirk is something her subordinates find hard to accept.
“Young Master, no matter how strong that person is, he is only a ninth-rank cultivator. Why should we, the four Grandmasters, give way to him?”
Nangong Yu'er said politely, "He is indeed a ninth-rank official, but he can fight Elder Wu without being at a disadvantage using secret techniques. How do you know he doesn't have other tricks up his sleeve? What if he is a young master from some powerful family? If we act rashly, won't we be criticized and put at a disadvantage? What if he also has a master protecting him in secret?"
Nangong Yu'er rambled on for a long time, but the core message was only one thing: Don't be impulsive, stay calm, and don't take action before you've investigated the situation thoroughly.
The Grandmaster-level guards exchanged bewildered glances. This young master was good in every way, except... he was too cautious. In their eyes, a Grandmaster fighting a Ninth-Rank cultivator, four against one, each taking one move—wouldn't that kid be wiped out?
...
The next morning, He Yunxiao continued on his journey.
Coincidentally, Nangong Yu'er's convoy also set off at this time.
Chu Chu looked at He Yunxiao without saying a word.
The air was filled with the aroma of balsamic vinegar.
He Yunxiao gritted his teeth and said, "Damn it, drive faster! Overtake that girl's carriage! Leave it behind!"
Ma De may not be good at other things, but he is definitely a first-rate driver.
In terms of the number of horses, they have four against their two, but their carriage has the advantage of fewer decorations and is lighter and faster, so it still has a chance to surpass Nangong Yu'er's four-horsepower carriage.
Ma Dekuai was full of fighting spirit, trying his best, whipping the carriage at the most appropriate frequency, directly increasing its speed to the maximum. But speed alone wasn't enough; there were many carriages on the Wei-Yan trade route, and Ma Dekuai's overtaking skills were also superb.
He Yunxiao's carriage slipped through the gaps between the carriages on the road like an eel, eventually overtaking Nangong Yu'er's carriage and leaving her behind.
The groom from the Nangong family was not about to swallow this insult.
"Young Master! Your subordinate requests an acceleration!"
Nangong Yu'er shook her head. "It's too dangerous to go too fast. We just need to maintain our speed and reach the next inn before dark."
The groom of the Nangong family sighed. Although he was a ninth-rank martial artist, he was now being mocked by Ma Dekuai, who jumped right into his face, and he couldn't fight back. He was extremely frustrated.
As planned, Nangong Yu'er arrived at the next restaurant smoothly just as it got dark.
After a long day of travel, she went to the rooftop to eat and rest as usual... and then she ran into He Yunxiao again...
"Are you here for dinner too, young lady?" He Yunxiao asked with a kind smile.
Looking at He Yunxiao and the other two in the private room, Nangong Yu'er had a feeling of déjà vu.
This scene seems familiar...
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