Jiang Lin, Whose Underwear Has Been Seen Through, Begs for Recommendation! Begs for Tickets!

Jiang Lin, whose underwear has been seen through. Begs for recommendation! Begs for tickets!

On the brightly lit street, just as Jiang Lin prepared to turn around to follow Mr. Yao's departing figure, his peripheral vision seemed to catch something, and he subconsciously looked back.

Then he saw, under the warm-toned light and shadow not far away, a pair of youths walking side by side.

Seeming to sense Jiang Lin's gaze, the young girl looked up, her warm cyan eyes locking onto dark-cyan eyes.

The young girl did not see the colors of disgust she despised in the other person's gaze; she only saw a kind of confusion in those eyes.

And just as Jiang Lin locked eyes with the young girl, the youth beside her happened to squat down to pick up a small windmill from a street stall, then stood up and handed it to the young girl like offering a treasure, before somewhat quizzically following her line of sight, only to see a gradually fading black figure.

"What are you looking at, Xun'er?"

"Ah? Nothing. Did Brother Xiao Yan give this to Xun'er? It's so pretty! Xun'er likes it a lot!"

"Ahahaha! As long as Xun'er likes it!"

At night, the bright moon hung high over a certain courtyard of the Xiao Family Mansion in Wutan City.

"Elder Ling, has that person's identity been investigated clearly?" a gentle female voice asked softly.

The next instant, a deep male voice came from the darkness: "Miss, that person is called Jiang Lin, the adopted son of the Myriad Medicine House owner in Qingshan Town, an orphan, and skilled in Weapon Refining. Their purpose in coming to Wutan City this time should be to sell those ten Yellow-grade low-tier Dou Artifacts from their shop."

As a professional intelligence personnel, Ling Ying's professional competence had always been quite outstanding—if one ignored the premise that he was a Dou Emperor.

After all, having a Dou Emperor investigate two minor nobodies was simply too simple. Mr. Yao was already a moderately well-known figure and very easy to investigate; then, following the vine to get to the melon, Ling Ying easily deduced Jiang Lin's identity as an Artifact Forger.

If Jiang Lin were a tier 1 Alchemist, then Ling Ying definitely would have been surprised. But eleven-year-old Jiang Lin was merely a tiny Yellow-grade low-tier Artifact Forger. Just this? Ling Ying would only shrug. There was a tiny bit of talent, but that was about it.

As a Dou Emperor guard from a major clan in the Central Continent, Ling Ying and the others possessed a far more comprehensive understanding of Artifact Forgers than a rustic fellow like Jiang Lin. Basically, many Dou Qi experts who played with fire could be considered half-Artifact Forgers, and many high-grade Alchemists could also forge Dou Artifacts below Earth-grade.

In fact, there were rumors that certain forces possessed experts capable of forging 'Pseudo Earth-grade' and 'Pseudo Heaven-grade' weapons. Of course, to outsiders, these Pseudo Earth-grade and Pseudo Heaven-grade items were basically indistinguishable from the Dou Artifacts used by Dou Zongs and Dou Zuns in traditional understanding.

So what was a Pseudo Earth-grade weapon?

To give a simple example, the Profound Weight Ruler capable of leaving a palm print from a Dou Zun was a 'Pseudo Earth-grade' weapon.

In other words, compared to tier 7, 8, or 9 pills, Pseudo Earth-grade and Pseudo Heaven-grade weapons were the kind of 'waste pills' that merely exerted the material properties.

Why did high-grade pills undergo Lightning Tribulation? Rather than calling it a Lightning Tribulation, it was better to call it a method of supplementing heaven and earth genesis qi. In other words, high-grade pills possessed both medicinal material value and heaven and earth genesis qi value; the combination of the two endowed Alchemists with incomparable status.

Therefore, to people from major powers like Ling Ying, only when Jiang Lin truly became an Earth-grade Artifact Forger would he perhaps directly kneel on the spot before Jiang Lin.

Unfortunately, this brat was currently only at the Yellow-grade low-tier. High-grade? Tsk, just like that. Not entering Earth-grade meant ultimately remaining an ant.

An eleven-year-old Yellow-grade low-tier Artifact Forger... With candlelight swaying slightly and fragrance permeating the room, Xiao Xun'er sat beside the dressing table, looking at herself in the bronze mirror—delicate and cute, vibrant with youth, and stunningly beautiful (fast development customary in fantasy worlds).

"As long as he doesn't threaten the Xiao Family, there's no need to pay him any mind," Xiao Xun'er said indifferently.

To be honest, though, she still held some doubts in her heart. She had seen men's gazes plenty of times, but never one like Jiang Lin's—it was simply pure confusion. She knew that even her Brother Xiao Yan's gaze sometimes lacked proper restraint.

"Right, Miss, there is one more matter. If nothing goes wrong, those two might visit the Xiao Family tomorrow morning. If Miss still has any doubts, you can ask directly face-to-face at that time." Ling Ying felt that for such youths, Miss Xun'er only needed to act a little cute. Uh, anyway, just by asking, the flushed youth would spill all the secrets in his heart like pouring beans.

Mn. Fine, Ling Ying admitted that this seemed a bit like using Miss Xun'er as a honeytrap, but whatever, it didn't matter anymore. He didn't even dare explain to boss Gu Yuan the matter of the brat Xiao Yan sneaking into Miss Xun'er's boudoir in the middle of the night. Ruin it all, he didn't care anymore.

As long as Miss Xun'er liked it and was happy, she could go ask if she had doubts. Anyway, the intelligence he could investigate was just this much.

"Mn, I understand."

"This subordinate takes his leave."

"Mr. Yao of the Qingshan Town Myriad Medicine House, comes to pay respects to the Xiao Family Clan Leader."

Early the next morning, Mr. Yao brought Jiang Lin to the gates of the Xiao Family Mansion and handed over his name card.

Mr. Yao was still dressed in a clean and neat cyan-mystic robe, while Jiang Lin had changed into a clean gray cloth tunic, holding one large and one small wooden box stacked together as he stood behind Mr. Yao, acting precisely like a little follower.

The Xiao Family had been quite lively lately. Other families in Wutan City, forces from elsewhere, and even the Imperial Capital side of the Chu Yun Empire had dispatched people to send gifts to the Xiao Family, congratulating Xiao Yan on breaking through to Dou Zhe and becoming the most outstanding young genius in the Jia Ma Empire. Of course, he had heard that some sects within the Jia Ma Empire had also extended olive branches to the Xiao Family, hoping to take Xiao Yan in as a disciple.

However, the current Xiao Family Clan Leader, Xiao Zhan, had not agreed to any of them. Or rather, he was still weighing the pros and cons, wanting to choose a better path for his youngest son, Xiao Yan.

"Mr. Yao of the Myriad Medicine House, please follow me. The Clan Leader invites you in!" After reporting at the Xiao Family guard post, not long after, a smiling Xiao Family disciple warmly welcomed Mr. Yao and Jiang Lin inside.

"Mr. Yao, I think this name of yours is truly great. No matter who it is, they have to address you as Mr. Yao," Jiang Lin followed behind Mr. Yao, looking at the festive atmosphere in the Xiao Family Inner Academy while whispering softly beside Mr. Yao.

"Heh." Mr. Yao merely smiled gently at this, tapping Jiang Lin's clever little head. His name had long since been abandoned in the Chu Yun Empire; in the Jia Ma Empire, Mr. Yao was his name.

Soon, the leading Xiao Family disciple suppressed a smile and brought Mr. Yao and Jiang Lin to the Xiao Family reception hall. Here, a glowing-complexed middle-aged man with a faint dignity between his brows had been waiting for the two for some time.

"Someone of renown who saves lives and heals the wounded like Mr. Yao—I, Xiao, have long wished to make your acquaintance!"

The Xiao Family Clan Leader, Xiao Yan's cheap old man, Xiao Zhan, looked at Mr. Yao, speaking half in earnest and half with courtesy.