Shen Fei took two steps and continued, "Moreover, only geniuses who break ground in adversity are sharp enough to face powerful enemies. His talent is not low, I believe he can do it."
After Xiao Ning'er listened, she didn't answer immediately. She lowered her head and walked a few steps, going over Shen Fei's words in her mind.
She recalled the first time Su Ming appeared in her field of vision. At that time, she followed Shen Fei to the slums in the west of the city to find the boy. Later, at the training ground where City Guard was stationed, Su Ming wore standard light armor and used a blunt sword to force his opponent back.
Later on Victory Banquet, Su Ming clutched the Space Ring, her knuckles turned white, and asked her, "Big Brother Shen, do you think I can do it?"
Step by step, the boy who didn't even dare to fight back is now a monk of Gold Rank 1-Star, a team leader of City Guard, and someone who is about to establish an independent family.
Shen Fei put a lot of pressure on him, but it was precisely because of the pressure that Su Ming grew up so fast.
She raised her head and nodded. "Yes."
The two of them continued walking forward, and when they reached the south City Wall corner, Xiao Ning'er stopped, turned sideways and glanced at Shen Fei, and said, "Then I'll go back first. I still have some things to explain at home."
Shen Fei hummed and looked at her. "Okay. You've finished explaining over there and we'll talk about it tomorrow."
Xiao Ning'er didn't stay any longer, waved his hand to him, turned and walked along the main street in the direction of the Winged Dragon Family.
Her steps were faster than usual, her ponytail swaying slightly behind her back, her light gray clothes swaying a few times in the crowd, and she soon turned into the alley and was out of sight.
Shen Fei stood under the root of City Wall and took a moment to look at it, then turned around and walked in the direction of the Sacred Family.
When they returned to the door of the mansion, the two guards guarding the door were standing in the doorway talking. When they saw him coming, they stood up straight and lowered their heads and shouted "Master".
Shen Fei nodded in agreement, crossed the threshold and walked in.
In Front Courtyard, old Steward was standing in the corridor, explaining to some servants about the cleaning tomorrow. When he saw him coming back, he stopped talking and came up to him, said, "The master of the house is back," and then turned around and continued to give instructions to the servants.
Shen Fei didn't stop for long, and went straight through Front Courtyard, heading towards his yard.
Shen Fei sat down next to the stone table. As soon as his buttocks touched the stone bench, he raised his chin towards the entrance of the courtyard.
Old Steward was still standing by the courtyard gate waiting, holding nothing in his hand, his back slightly arched, as if he was ready to be ordered. Shen Fei waved to him. "Uncle Zhang, come here."
Old Steward walked over quickly and stood next to the stone table, leaning forward slightly. Shen Fei stretched out his hand and motioned for him to sit down. Old Steward hesitated for a moment, and sat down halfway on the stone bench next to him, with his waist still straight.
Shen Fei looked at his reserved look and didn't force himself. He asked directly, "You have served us Shen Family for two generations, right?"
When old Steward heard this, he was stunned for a moment, then put his hands on his knees, lowered his head slightly, and said with a kind of respectful and steady tone unique to an old servant, "Go home, Master, I am an errand at the Shen Family. It's been forty years this year. The master's generation and the slave have been here from beginning to end. The master has watched your generation grow up." He paused here, as if he was counting the numbers in his mind, and then added, "In total, it is indeed two generations."
Shen Fei nodded. Forty years, he had never thought about this number before, but it was reasonable after thinking about it.
Old Steward was already in the mansion before he traveled through time. He has been there since Shen Hong became the head of the household and has been working there until now. All the affairs in the mansion, including purchasing, accounting, cleaning, servant deployment, and human relations, all depend on this person.
When Shen Hong was here, old Steward did things properly. He made his own decisions when reporting what should be reported and never crossed the line.
Shen Hong is gone and Shen Fei has taken over. Old Steward has not changed his attitude. He continues to do what he wants to do. He neither slacks off because the new owner of the family has changed nor relies on his elders because the new owner is young.
Shen Fei leaned on the edge of the stone table, tapped his fingers on the table twice, and said, "I remember you have a grandson who is quite talented, right?"
Old Steward's body visibly tensed up. He raised his head and glanced at Shen Fei, then lowered his eyes again, with a slight layer of nervousness in his tone. "Master, there is such a boy. His name is Zhang Yuan. He is fourteen this year and is studying in Holy Orchid Institute's junior class. He is so talented... I can't say how good this guy is., the instructor mentioned a few things, saying that this child Soul Force has a fairly keen sense and is willing to work hard in cultivation." He said, his fingers curled up unconsciously on his knees, as if he was considering his words, "It's just that the family has no foundation, and his father - the old slave's incompetent son - has an average cultivation level, and he has already gritted his teeth to be able to support him in the academy. This child strives for himself and has never complained to the old slave."
After hearing this, Shen Fei didn't answer immediately. He thought of old Steward's son, who seemed to be in charge of a small shop in the east of the city. He was doing a medicinal business on a small scale and was barely making ends meet.
Old Steward worked as an errand at the Sacred Family, and his monthly salary was not small, but most of it was used as a subsidy to his son and his family. The gray cloth robe he wore was washed and turned white, and he had not replaced it with a new one.
He had never paid special attention to these things before, but he would know it after seeing many people coming in and out of the house.
"That's it." Shen Fei said in a calm tone, "I'll have someone make arrangements later to transfer your grandson to the academy's Genius Class. Genius Class's resources are better than those in ordinary classes, and his instructors are stronger, which is suitable for a young boy like him who has a weak foundation but is willing to practice."
Old Steward raised his head suddenly, moved his lips twice, but said nothing. Of course he knew what Genius Class meant.
There is only one Genius Class from Holy Orchid Institute in the entire academy, and they accept the most outstanding young people among the direct descendants of various aristocratic families, or the most talented among civilian students.
After entering Genius Class, the training resources, mentor guidance, and practical training are all much higher than those in ordinary classes.
His grandson Zhang Yuan's grades in the junior class were good, but he was still far away from the threshold of Genius Class. He would have to wait at least another year or two to pass the exam on his own ability. Now Shen Fei has wiped out this threshold with just one sentence.
Shen Fei didn't wait for him to say thanks, and continued, "When he reaches Gold Rank, ask Second Elder to arrange a Black Gold Rank Demon Spirit for him. The grade does not need to be too high, Black Gold Rank 1-Star only needs to reach two stars, which is suitable for him at that stage."
Old Steward really couldn't sit still this time.
He stood up from the stone bench, took half a step back, bent down, put his hands in front of him, and bowed deeply. His waist was much lower than usual, and his gray hair hung down from his ears.
When he spoke, his voice was a little stiff, but he spoke every word clearly, "Thank you, Master."