An immense pressure descended from above, and Jiang Fan felt as if an invisible hand had forcefully pressed down on the top of his head.
What powerful Psychic Power!
He was so strong that he couldn't resist.
He had always known that the Crazy Old Man was very powerful, a very powerful Spirit Master, but he didn't know exactly what level of Spirit Master he was.
At this moment, his proud Psychic Power was weak and vulnerable in front of the Crazy Old Man.
"Cough cough." The Crazy Old Man coughed twice, his face turning an unnatural red and white. Then, the Psychic Power that had been pressing down on Jiang Fan vanished in an instant.
"Sigh! With my body like this, I can't even show off in front of my apprentice."
Jiang Fan took a couple of deep breaths, then glared at the Crazy Old Man with annoyance.
"Knowing full well that her health is failing, she still persists."
The Crazy Old Man looked at Jiang Fan again, "I don't care what opportunities you encounter, don't tell outsiders casually. And if the truth really comes out in the future, blame it on me. Whether it's your rapid increase in qi and blood or your advancement to Intermediate Psychic, you can tell outsiders that it was my doing."
Hearing these words, it would be a lie to say that Jiang Fan wasn't moved, unless his heart was made of alloy.
"You..."
"Hey, hey, hey! Don't be moved, don't be moved! This old man can't stand that kind of stuff. So effeminate." The Crazy Old Man immediately waved his hand to stop him, looking like he was about to be disgusted.
The slight feeling of emotion that Jiang Fan had just felt vanished in an instant.
"I'll go get the Grade E alloy load rings."
After saying that, he walked to the bedside, squatted down, and prepared to take out the wooden box from under the bed.
As soon as I squatted down, an indescribable stench wafted up from under the bed.
Fortunately, he hadn't eaten much for dinner, and he had also used up a lot of energy flying through the air, otherwise he definitely would have thrown up.
"How can you sleep in a place like this every day? Don't you find it smelly?"
As Jiang Fan took the wooden box out, he couldn't help but complain.
The Crazy Old Man then asked him in return, "Do dung beetles find dung smelly?"
Upon hearing this analogy, Jiang Fan felt as if his entire family had been shocked.
I've seen people make fun of themselves, but I've never seen it done in such a refreshingly unconventional way.
What should I say?
One could only say that the Crazy Old Man was quite self-aware, right?
"You kid, you're Intermediate Psychic now, a 17-year-old Intermediate Psychic! That's extremely rare in the entire history of Huaxia. You can't be arrogant and complacent now; you still need to be down-to-earth," the Crazy Old Man muttered.
"Okay, okay." Jiang Fan casually replied before putting on the E-grade alloy weight ring on his ankle.
Taking two steps was noticeably more strenuous than when I was wearing the F-grade alloy weight rings.
However, it wasn't as difficult to get used to as it was when I first wore F-grade alloy weight rings.
I'm leaving.
Just as Jiang Fan was about to leave, the Crazy Old Man handed him the wine jug.
"Go get me some wine. I only want the most authentic wine from the best wineries in Ancheng."
Jiang Fan pointed to the clock on the wall, "Sir, please look at the time. What time is it? It's the middle of the night!"
"Can't we get alcohol in the middle of the night? If Master wants to drink, the disciple has to serve him."
"No, I just want to buy it, even though the winery is closed down, okay?" Jiang Fan said speechlessly.
"Just because it's closed doesn't mean I can't buy it? You're Spirit Master, a little lock can't stop you! You just stand outside the distillery, wave your hand, and the wine will fly out!"
Well...
Jiang Fan's lips twitched. "Is this how you act as a master? Making me use my Psychic Power to steal wine?"
"Have you never used your Psychic Power to steal anything?" the Crazy Old Man asked Jiang Fan with a half-smile.
Jiang Fan's heart skipped a beat. Could it be that the Crazy Old Man found out he used his Psychic Power to steal from Chen Wenhua's house?
"Ahem, I call it robbing the rich to help the poor. It's not stealing!" Jiang Fan emphasized.
The Crazy Old Man spoke with equal self-righteousness, "I'm just concerned that lonely elderly people don't have any wine to drink. It's not stealing; it's an act of kindness."
Jiang Fan "..."
Okay, he can't argue with you.
To be precise, he's not as shameless as you.
"Alright, stop standing there like a wooden stake, hurry up, hurry up! I need to drink right now. You, just fly over there, it'll be good practice for your flying skills," the Crazy Old Man urged.
Jiang Fan rolled his eyes. "So I should thank you, old man?"
"No need for thanks, it's what a master should do. Alright, alright, enough talk, go, go!"
"..."
The next day.
Jiang Fan returned to Ancheng No. 9 Middle School as usual.
In the afternoon, I went to the special training class again for intensive training.
" Jiang Fan is back. He looks pretty good, not like he's been sick at all. He took sick leave yesterday, I wonder what he was doing." The male classmate who said this usually disliked Jiang Fan, so he would always make snide remarks whenever he got the chance.
Lan Shengxue happened to overhear these words.
" Jiang Fan didn't come to class yesterday?"
The male student who had just spoken was flattered and overwhelmed that Lan Shengxue would suddenly talk to him.
"Yes, Jiang Fan took sick leave yesterday, didn't you know? Oh right, you weren't here yesterday either, so it's normal that you didn't know. Look at Jiang Fan, he's full of energy, he doesn't look sick at all. I think he was just pretending to be sick yesterday, he really just wanted to stay home and not go to school."
The male classmate's words became increasingly offensive, and he couldn't stop talking.
"Is being promoted to the Middle-Stage Martial Apprentice really that impressive? It's just the Middle-Stage Martial Apprentice. He thinks he's something special just because he defeated Wei Qi and Mu Feng. There are plenty of people stronger than him. Leaving aside other schools, take you for example, there are people much stronger than him. Besides, does becoming Middle-Stage Martial Apprentice guarantee admission to a martial arts school? I don't think so. Maybe he'll underperform on the day of the martial arts exam."
Lan Shengxue didn't hear a word of the male classmate's subsequent complaints.
At this moment, she was gazing at Jiang Fan's figure, and the image of that young man who had covered himself up so thoroughly came to mind.
" Jiang Fan... Tang Fan..."
Both names have the word "fan" in them...
Was it a coincidence? Or was it really as she suspected?
Filled with doubt, Lan Shengxue walked to Jiang Fan's side.
"Have a match with me."
As soon as these words were spoken, the entire room fell silent, and all eyes turned to Lan Shengxue and Jiang Fan.
Jiang Fan looked surprised. "You want to fight me?"
"Hmm." Lan Shengxue nodded slightly, her face expressionless.
Jiang Fan could tell that Lan Shengxue was serious.
"I won't fight."
He's now Late-Stage First-Rank Martial Artist, and for him to fight against Lan Shengxue, Early-Stage First-Rank Martial Artist, isn't that just pure bullying?
"Are you afraid of losing?" Lan Shengxue asked coldly.
Jiang Fan knew she was using reverse psychology.