When Did I Say I Wanted to Kill Him?

"Hey, brothers, guess who I saw last night?"

The screen unfurled, and fragrant breezes filled the room.

Li Feng Hua sprawled in all directions, his feet propped on the table as he held a scantily clad beauty and peeled a green tangerine.

"Who?"

"Earl Xingyi!"

"I only know of Xingyi Baron, that eighteen-year-old Great Martial Master. Who's Earl Xingyi?"

"Idiot, do you even have a brain? How can there be different ranks under the same title? If Xingyi Baron rose in rank, wouldn't he become Earl Xingyi?"

"Hiss, he skipped a rank? Did he become a Grandmaster? He was eighteen the year before last, so he's only just past twenty this year, right? Ten years earlier than Grandmaster Bai? What's Great Qian's Grandmaster record again?"

"Twenty-six in Great Qian?"

Everyone was stunned.

If Liang Qu had not caused such a stir in the Imperial Capital two years ago, they ordinarily would not have paid much attention to cultivation records.

"Is the gap really that huge?"

"Of course it is. How long has our Da Shun been founded? How long has Great Qian existed? Producing a thirty-year-old Grandmaster in a Jiazi Year is already incredible, all right? Now there's Earl Xingyi too, crushing them for five years straight and completely overtaking them. His Majesty's civil governance and martial prowess far surpass those of the previous dynasty! An auspicious omen!"

"Enough, enough. His Majesty isn't coming to a place like ours, so he can't hear you shouting." Li Feng Hua looked disgusted. "Earl Xingyi hasn't entered the Grandmaster realm either. Don't ask me how he rose in rank—I don't know. Anyway, I heard from my father that he's a Third-Class Earl. Are you listening or not?"

"Tell us, tell us! How did you see him?"

"Don't spread this around..."

The next day.