Yu Lian strongly suspected that his master had brought up this baseless rumor just to mess with him.
Given his master's emotional intelligence, the fact that he'd lived to such an advanced age without illness or injury was surely thanks to the Spirit of the Universe's protection. Of course, it was also possible that if he hadn't reached the ninth ring, he'd have been beaten to death long ago. Perhaps that counted as a special form of cultivation.
At that moment, Senior Brother Tantai Jing asked in surprise, "I've never heard you say that before, Master."
Senior Brother was a true gentleman. He wasn't showing jealousy, of course; he was trying to help Yu Lian, whose expression had frozen. He was so considerate that Yu Lian almost wanted to cry.
"I've never coveted the Void Crown, and you brothers are all cultivators who follow the proper path. There's no way you'd have anything to do with the imperial family's artifacts, either. What good would knowing do? It'd only give you one more thing to worry about." Lan Jiufeng pointed at Yu Lian. "But this boy's different. He's got the makings of a man beset by women. Perhaps this is where it'll come to a head."
His master was making so much sense that even Yu Lian had nothing to say.
"And do you think this boy's troubles with women stop there? It's when all kinds of romantic entanglements pile up that they become a disaster." Lan Jiufeng wore an expression of deep sorrow, but his eyes gleamed with unconcealed delight.
On this point, his martial aunt was more reliable than his master. Though Madam Mei wore the smile of someone enjoying the show, she still had something useful to say. "Your master's right. Actually, compared to that crazy little dragon