Peerless Genius

Laughter erupted everywhere. Fang Ming. Liu Fangming and the other four lazy bums had just stopped working. They all stood up abruptly, scanned their surroundings, and said, "Who's there? If you have the guts, step forward and speak."

"So what if I said it?" Three other people stood up not far away, one of whom sneered, "Does this Ghost Manor belong to you? You think you can't even speak?"

Yue Qianchou scrutinized them closely and realized that all three were Nascent Soul Realm cultivators, with the speaker being at the Nascent Soul Middle Stage. Their cultivation levels were not low among Rogue Cultivator. Fang Ming's four companions, upon recognizing who they were, froze, awkwardly standing there, clearly somewhat wary of the three.

Fu Chun smiled and said softly, "Boss, these three are quite well-known among Rogue Cultivator. It's said that their cultivation has all reached the Nascent Soul Realm. The one who spoke is named Tian Ye."

Fang Ming's expression shifted as he looked down the hillside. He slowly addressed his Human Path, "No trouble is allowed inside the Ghost Manor. Sit down, all of you." Although he spoke to his own people, everyone understood that he was also warning the three men.

Yue Qianchou picked up the wine jar, took a swig, and smiled at Fang Ming. This guy, aside from being good at acting cool, actually had pretty good adaptability, much better than some disciples from major sects. Knowing his side was no match for the enemy, he invoked Ghost Manor to rebuke his own people, but in reality, he was reminding the three of them that Ghost Manor was not a place they could mess around in.

The four men, embarrassed by their rebuke, sat down. Fang Ming put on a warm smile and continued, cupping his hands in greeting, "Please don't take offense, young lady. They are just uncouth people who have disturbed your enjoyment. Please forgive them!"

Although this statement didn't name names, it essentially labeled everyone as "lacking in refinement." However, there probably aren't many people who are truly refined, and even if everyone lacks refinement, it's none of his business to say so! Why should you use everyone as stepping stones to climb the social ladder? Who do you think you are!

This statement was indeed too broad, even making Yue Qianchou frown. However, Feng Ya was utter nonsense to him; he knew himself well enough to admit that he was constantly cursing and had absolutely no connection with Feng Ya.

His mindset is different now. If it were a more powerful person saying that, he might jump out and fight back. But now, a little ant can't cause any real trouble; he can just listen and move on. But the general public isn't happy; they spit and curse repeatedly. Even the veiled woman on the hillside slowly turned around, intending to leave. The one-armed old man stepped aside to make way for her.

Nascent Soul Middle Stage Tian Ye cultivator, pointed his finger and shouted, "Where did this madman come from? Holding a flute and blowing it haphazardly, he dares to pretend to be refined and look down on all the rogue Rogue Cultivator in the world. If you have the guts, don't ever leave this Ghost Manor again." The implication was simply that if he came out, he would deal with him.

Fang Ming completely disregarded his threats; instead, the veiled woman's impending departure caused him some anxiety. He steadied himself and laughed loudly, "Brother Tian! You're mistaken. I once had the opportunity to meet Mr. Nongzhu of the South Sea Purple Bamboo Forest. I was deeply impressed by Mr. Nongzhu unparalleled elegance and began to emulate him. Do you really think I'm so worthless?"

Mr. Nongzhu of the South Sea Purple Bamboo Forest? The renowned carefree cultivator and mid Spirit Transformation stage? The entire hall fell silent instantly. The veiled woman who had turned around paused, then slowly turned back, seemingly sizing up Fang Ming. The one-armed old man also stared intently at Fang Ming.

His words stunned the entire audience! Fang Ming glanced around with a faint smile, but his eyes betrayed an undisguised smugness. His four brothers, on the other hand, wore an arrogant and proud demeanor.

The gazes of the rogue Rogue Cultivator towards Fang Ming instantly transformed into envy. The legendary Mr. Nongzhu! To them, he was a figure high above, forever unattainable. Let alone reaching him, very few had even seen him!

"Huh! How does this guy know that old bastard Nong Zhu?" Yue Qianchou muttered softly, stroking his chin and looking at Fang Ming thoughtfully. His voice was soft, but Yan Lan beside him still heard it, and her gaze towards Yue Qianchou became more respectful. This Senior Niu, Guo Cai, was a highly skilled person; judging from his tone, he didn't seem to be cursing, but rather quite familiar with the legendary Mr. Nongzhu.

Yue Qianchou was unaware that his casual muttering had attracted the attention of a pair of bright eyes, though these eyes were hidden by a veil and unseen by outsiders. At the same time, the one-armed old man inside the pavilion also glanced in their direction with lightning speed. The fact that such a faint mutter could be heard proved that the rumors of him being deaf and mute were incorrect.

"Uh..." Tian Ye's momentum immediately weakened, Fang Ming swallowed hard, somewhat confused. "Mr. Nongzhu is indeed unparalleled in elegance. I was talking about you, not Mr. Nongzhu. But you can't just casually play a tune and say you understand elegance, and then ridicule us!" As soon as he finished speaking, he immediately sat down, clearly having no intention of continuing the confrontation.

A bright moon hung in the sky, its brilliance occasionally obscured by wispy clouds. A gentle breeze carried away the flickering embers, while below, the bonfires crackled and popped. Still reeling from the shock, Yue Qianchou calmly picked up a piece of dry wood and tossed it into the fire.

Witnessing the rising crimson flames, he was filled with emotion. He used to spend every day with the elites of the Cultivation World, and he had argued and quarreled with Nong Zhu countless times. Yet, just those four words, "Mr. Nongzhu," were enough to make so many people hold their breath. Truly impressive!

What he didn't know was that simply uttering the name "Yue Qianchou" would also intimidate this group of Rogue Cultivator. Seriously? Yue Qianchou had slaughtered over two thousand cultivators from various countries, all of them at the Nascent Soul Realm or higher; he was already infamous throughout the Cultivation World —a butcher of the Cultivation World!

Unlike Nong Zhu, who was renowned throughout the world and commanded awe, he was infamous for his ruthlessness and inspired fear.

Two pairs of eyes on the hillside had been secretly watching his every move. His nonchalant attitude seemed somewhat out of place compared to the shocked expressions of the crowd.

"Brother Tian is right. I really can't be compared to Mr. Nongzhu. I was presumptuous," Fang Ming said with a self-reproach. But looking at him, there was no trace of self-reproach; he was clearly proud.

Looking around, he saw the veiled woman also listening intently, and continued with great interest, "Of course, while I wouldn't call myself refined, ever since I met Mr. Nongzhu, I've been deeply impressed by his elegant demeanor. So I resolved to travel far and wide to learn from famous musical pieces, and my efforts have finally paid off, allowing me to acquire several masterpieces. I wonder if you would be interested in hearing them?" Nong Zhu's refined demeanor? How come I don't know that? What's the difference between that guy and a scoundrel? Refined my foot! Yue Qianchou's expression was displeased, and he inwardly grumbled.

The crowd looked at each other in bewilderment. Now this place had become his personal stage, but since no one knew what his relationship with Mr. Nongzhu was, they simply remained silent.

Since no one was showing any enthusiasm, Fang Ming's brothers naturally wouldn't let Fang Ming fall silent, and they all shouted, "Yes! We're waiting to hear it! I wonder what a masterpiece it is!"

Fang Ming laughed heartily and spoke slowly to the crowd with great poise, "You all probably came here for Yue Qianchou! But do you know that although Yue Qianchou is ruthless and has been hunted down by various countries, his mastery of music is unparalleled?"

Upon hearing this, everyone started whispering among themselves. They had never heard of Yue Qianchou. They asked each other, and no one had heard of him.

Yue Qianchou stared in astonishment, his mouth slightly agape. He wondered to himself, "How did this bring up the old man? Could it be that those masterpieces he mentioned are..." He vaguely guessed something.

The previously quiet atmosphere was instantly enlivened, as everyone was quite interested in the topic of Yue Qianchou.

"These few songs are little known around here. I went to great lengths to get them from the Huaxia Cultivation World," Fang Ming said, then suddenly shook his head and sighed deeply. "The song 'White Fox' is heartbreaking; I really want all the heartless men in the world to hear it. The song 'Mandarin Duck Butterfly Dream' is like falling into a gentle dream, then suddenly like parting the clouds to see the clear sky; when the song ends, the tears remain. The song 'Laughing in the Mortal World' laughs at all the laughable things in the world, viewing the vicissitudes of life as fleeting clouds, only seeking a carefree and unrestrained life in this world."

These words caused the veiled woman by the pavilion to unconsciously twitch her shoulders.

Yue Qianchou was dumbfounded. Good heavens! How come I didn't know these three songs were so charming? This guy is too good! If he can't get a girl, he's simply inhuman and should just die.

Everyone present was captivated by his words and wished they could ask him to sing a song to see what could have moved him so deeply, but they also wanted to hear what he had to say next, so they didn't disturb him.

He sighed, "Yue Qianchou! Yue Qianchou! What kind of person are you really? Perhaps your unruly and ruthless nature is just a facade; beneath your strong exterior lies a sentimental heart! The world is drunk, but you alone are sober, coldly observing the turbid world. But do you have any confidants, to hear you sing a song? Alas! Fang Ming, have long admired you, but alas, I have only heard your name and never seen you in person. A peerless wonder! What a sigh!"

Damn it! Does this cool-acting idiot count as an old confidant? How come I didn't know I was this good? Yue Qianchou bit his lip, his face twitching uncontrollably. He was almost moved to tears by Fang Ming's words. He cursed inwardly, "What a piece of trash!"

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