The Youngest Grandmaster

The Marquis Mansion was silent.

Only Rong Yulu's pained whimpers could be heard.

Venerable Luo had to speak, "Stop. If you continue, he won't survive."

Sun Qingya looked at Jiang Wang.

Jiang Wang nodded.

Only then did Sun Qingya remove his hand. Rong Yulu, able to breathe again, gasped for air. However, the strain on his throat nearly made him choke, almost killing him from breathing too rapidly.

Venerable Luo glanced at Rong Yulu, then said to Jiang Wang, "Since he has been taught a lesson, let this matter drop. If you wish to learn martial arts, there is no one more suitable to teach her in all of Kutan than I. Besides her, if the Young Marquis is willing, I can teach you as well."

Considering Venerable Luo was an old acquaintance of his father, Jiang Wang would have otherwise let Sun Qingya kill Rong Yulu. But precisely because Rong Yulu was present, he absolutely would not feel at ease letting Xiaoyu follow Venerable Luo.

"Xiaoyu must stay by my side. If the elder has time, he can teach her here at the Marquis Mansion. If he doesn't have time, then this matter is dropped. Kutan is vast; I can find her a good teacher."

Venerable Luo felt a knot of frustration in his heart, thinking how petty Jiang Wang was. He assumed Jiang Wang was still refusing because of Rong Yulu.

Seeing Xiaoyu's exceptional talent for martial arts, even though he would be staying in Hun City for a while, he feared that if he couldn't bring Xiaoyu to the Martial God Temple, it would be a wasted effort.

He hesitated for a moment, then said helplessly, "I won't be staying in Hun City for too long. I will teach her wholeheartedly during this time, but the Young Marquis should also consider the bigger picture. If this maid of yours can enter the Martial God Temple, her future achievements will be limitless."

As long as he could spend time with Xiaoyu and teach her some secret techniques, Venerable Luo was confident that a maidservant confined to a small city like Hun City would willingly follow him to the Martial God Temple.

Jiang Wang looked at Xiaoyu and asked, "Are you satisfied with this teacher?"

Xiaoyu glanced at Venerable Luo, who offered a very kind smile.

"I will do as the young master decides."

Jiang Wang nodded and said, "Then it's settled. Although, as my father's old acquaintance, I should have invited the elder to stay at the Marquis Mansion, I dislike that fellow surnamed Rong, so I must ask the elder to find lodging elsewhere."

Venerable Luo was unconcerned. "I already have a place to stay. Without further ado, I will begin teaching her now."

The latter sentence was directed at Xiaoyu.

After Venerable Luo left with Xiaoyu to her usual practice spot, Jiang Wang patted Sun Qingya's shoulder. "Throw that fellow surnamed Rong out."

Sun Qingya picked up Rong Yulu and swung his arm. Accompanied by a scream, a figure flew over the wall, truly fulfilling the order to be thrown out.

The Old Butler stepped forward at this moment. "Within Kutan, there is the Sword Pavilion, the Fish Abyss Academy, and the Martial God Temple. Luo Xianshan's status is highly respected; only the Sword God might not give him face. To say he is the Marquis's old acquaintance, their relationship isn't that deep, but Luo Xianshan did help the Marquis a few times in the past. However, the Marquis always kept him at arm's length."

Jiang Wang said lazily, "My father's affairs have nothing to do with me. His past friends, if I don't like them, they aren't friends. His enemies, if they suit my taste, can be friends."

"Why my father kept Luo Xianshan at arm's length is none of my business. But if he can truly teach Xiaoyu to become a master, then naturally he will be my friend."

The Old Butler sighed and said no more.

The Marquis had spent very little time at home. Although he cared for Jiang Wang, Jiang Wang, confined to his home due to illness, went from eagerly anticipating his father's return each day to slowly not caring as much. The father and son had no real opportunity to deepen their bond.

It wouldn't be an exaggeration to call them the most familiar of strangers.

Although Sun Qingya was the commander of the Black Flame Army, he dared not discuss the affairs of the Marquis and his son. Instead, he changed the topic. "No martial artist in Kutan is unaware of Luo Xianshan. Even in the entire Sui Kingdom, Grandmaster Luo Xianshan can be considered the foremost martial artist, crushing peak cultivators of the Cave Nether Realm."

"If not for his age, his strength might have reached an even higher level. Having him teach Xiaoyu is indeed the best choice."

Jiang Wang said, "Brother Sun can also observe. After all, he is a Grandmaster. Perhaps by chance, you might gain sudden enlightenment and reach a higher level."

Sun Qingya did have this thought. Upon hearing this, he thanked the Young Marquis and hurried away.

In the blink of an eye, evening arrived again.

Because Xiaoyu had been training hard, Jiang Wang asked Zhao Si to prepare a large table of dishes, which exhausted the great painter Zhao.

Venerable Luo Xianshan was also present. He looked at Xiaoyu with immense satisfaction.

As he truly began teaching martial arts, he was even more amazed by Xiaoyu's high talent.

The difficulties Luo Xianshan faced in his early studies were like child's play to Xiaoyu; she mastered them effortlessly. Even if Xiaoyu didn't understand the meaning behind them, she could still perform them.

He had taught so many disciples, yet he had never felt as relaxed and comfortable as he did now.

"In the entire Sui Kingdom, no martial artist in the Martial God Temple has higher innate talent than our leader. But Xiaoyu can likely be compared to the leader. If she can come with me to the Martial God Temple, and I bring Xiaoyu to Divine Capital to be personally taught by the leader, she will undoubtedly be cultivated into the youngest Grandmaster expert in a short time."

Luo Xianshan was eager to take Xiaoyu to the Martial God Temple, his words constantly reminding Jiang Wang not to hinder Xiaoyu's future.

Jiang Wang also hesitated.

If it were as he said, sending Xiaoyu to the Martial God Temple would indeed be the best option.

However, suspecting that Xiaoyu's enemies were powerful figures in the court, rashly going to Divine Capital, let alone becoming the youngest Grandmaster, she might be found dead on the street the very next day.

As if sensing Jiang Wang's hesitation, Xiaoyu directly said, "I want to stay by Young Master's side forever, and go nowhere else."

Luo Xianshan urged anxiously, "How can you say such foolish things? You are merely a maidservant, yet you possess the highest talent for a martial artist. Your horizons should be the stars and the sea. What kind of life is it to be a maidservant in the Marquis Mansion forever!"

The Old Butler picked up a piece of braised pork and placed it in Xiaoyu's bowl. He said calmly, "Since Xiaoyu is unwilling, why does the Venerable insist? Everyone has their own aspirations. What you hope for is not necessarily what she wants."

Luo Xianshan said, "Tong Ji, you should understand how eager I am for talented individuals. Your aptitude for martial arts was ordinary, yet I still taught you wholeheartedly back then. How much more so for Xiaoyu? She can reach the pinnacle of martial arts; how can she be like a frog in a well, confined to the Marquis Mansion?"

The Old Butler replied calmly, "If I hadn't followed the Old Marquis, would you have taught me wholeheartedly? It was merely due to power. Now you yourself possess power, and you see Xiaoyu's talent. Perhaps your intentions are sincere, but if she is unwilling, what can you do?"

Luo Xianshan was speechless for a moment.

Back then, he was just an ordinary martial artist, or perhaps barely stronger than ordinary. All he thought about daily was clinging to the powerful and wealthy, the poor and the mediocre. How could they possibly catch his eye?

Just as the Old Butler said.

If not for being born into a powerful family, and if he hadn't been the personal bodyguard arranged by the late Marquis for the current Marquis when he was just born, with the intention of them growing up together and the master and servant being firmly bound, Luo Xianshan would have completely ignored Tong Ji, that frail and scrawny kid back then.

The meal wasn't a pleasant one, and Luo Xianshan took his leave.

Returning to the courtyard, Jiang Wang looked at Xiaoyu and said, "Actually, what Venerable Luo said makes sense. If you want revenge, you need to become stronger. Although I will also strive to become stronger, without a good teacher to diligently guide you for a long time, the day of your revenge will naturally be postponed."

He rubbed Xiaoyu's head and continued, "But what worries me more is that although this is the Divine Capital, the dangers here are probably even greater than in Kutan. After much thought, if your life is lost, revenge will be completely hopeless. As long as your life remains and your talent persists, revenge is only a matter of time."

Xiaoyu reached out and cupped Jiang Wang's face, leaning closer. "Everyone says my talent is very high. Then I will learn all of Venerable Luo's skills in the shortest possible time. I won't need to go to the Divine Capital, and I won't let the day of revenge be postponed."

Jiang Wang was stunned. Is this the difference in thinking between someone with exceptional talent and someone with abysmal aptitude?

He had agonized over it for a long time, but to Xiaoyu, it seemed like a problem that could be solved very simply.

The City God Temple Fair on the second day proceeded as scheduled.

Because Shu Ni and Ning Shisi were searching for Immortal Traces near Qixia Street, they didn't run into Luo Xianshan.

At this moment, in the Half-Day Leisure Inn, Rong Yulu was gently rubbing his neck, resentfully saying, "A mere broken Marquis Mansion located in Hun City, and they actually consider themselves powerful and wealthy. If this revenge is not taken, where will the Lupu Rong Family's reputation stand?"

The Marquis had passed away, leaving only the Young Marquis. The mansion didn't even have a single servant. No matter how lavishly decorated the house was, it would eventually decline. A Marquis Mansion like this truly couldn't compare to the Lupu Rong Family.

Luo Xianshan silently drank his tea and said calmly, "The late Marquis was the crown prince of the Qi Kingdom, one of the nations of the world back then. Speaking of which, Jiang Wang is also the imperial grandson, though a grandson of a fallen kingdom, his bloodline is ultimately noble."

"The Black Flame Army was the most invincible force in the Qi Kingdom back then. Even though most of the old Black Flame Army soldiers have fallen on the battlefield, they are still not to be underestimated. The person who easily defeated you came from the Black Flame Army."

He looked at the indignant Rong Yulu and continued, "Although I taught Tong Ji martial arts, his aptitude was indeed mediocre. He has now abandoned martial arts and embarked on the path of cultivation. I couldn't discern his exact realm, but judging solely by his outward aura, he is at least at the peak of the Cave Nether Realm."

"Even if only a few people remain in the Marquis Mansion, if you wish to retaliate, you will have to exhaust the entire strength of the Lupu Rong Family. How could your grandfather be willing to pay such a price just to help you vent your anger?"

Rong Yulu was not a fool. Luo Xianshan's meaning was clear.

The Martial God Temple would not be his means of revenge, and the Lupu Rong Family would not sacrifice its century-old heritage for such a trivial matter. To seek revenge, he could only rely on his own abilities.

But he couldn't even defeat Sun Qingya, so how could he talk about retaliating against the entire Marquis Mansion?

Rong Yulu had never felt so wronged.

They were talking by the window in the Half-Day Leisure Inn, unaware that someone was listening from upstairs.

As more and more people came to Hun City seeking immortal traces, most of them were cultivators. Luo Xianshan didn't pay much attention to them. Even if he sensed an aura upstairs, he wouldn't think much of it.