[ Wang Ping: Eternal Dao Master Third Layer, specializing in physical cultivation, possessing exceptional combat skills, talent for using secret treasures, and outstanding weapon crafting abilities.]
Everyone possesses unique talents to some extent, but these talents are often difficult to detect.
Like Wang Ping, he may think that as a member of a large Lineage, he has accomplished nothing and is a good-for-nothing, but in reality, he just hasn't found the right path.
Among the crowd, Hun Zangfeng watched this scene and secretly had a master cultivator of the Dao of Principle the Dao investigate Han Xuanji's true strength and weakness.
"It seems that Hun Qianxue's words were indeed a lie... He really thought this kid was someone important, but it turns out he's just a pretty face with no substance."
Those neutral members of the Soul Household remained calm, secretly calculating in their hearts. It seemed that the relationship between Young Friend Han and Miss Qianling was indeed extraordinary. With the double support of Miss Qianling and the Clan Head, his position in the Soul Household would surely be secure in the future. It seemed that his previous attempt to curry favor was not a mistake.
In their view, Hun Qianxue's position as the head of the family was already very secure, and befriending Han Xuanji was definitely the right thing to do.
After repelling Ling Feng, Hun Qianling turned to look at Han Xuanji, the coldness on her face instantly vanishing, replaced by a gentle smile, and softly asked:
" Xuanji, are you alright? I was a little agitated just now."
Han Xuanji smiled faintly and shook his head:
"It's nothing, thank you. With you backing me up, I've saved myself a lot of trouble."
His tone was frank and without the slightest hesitation, as if he himself had not been the one being protected behind someone else.
Seeing his composure, Hun Qianling couldn't help but laugh.
"Why are you being so polite with me? You're a friend I brought along, so naturally I can't let you be bullied."
Besides, you were personally appointed S-Rank Heaven's Chosen by your elder brother, how can you let these ignorant people make such a racket?
Their conversation was clearly heard by everyone. Those who questioned Han Xuanji, though dissatisfied, dared not say anything more and could only suppress their contempt and resentment in their hearts.
Ling Feng stood in the crowd, his eyes fixed on Han Xuanji, his fingers clenched slightly, but he could only give up.
However, sooner or later he will make everyone see whether this S-Rank Heaven's Chosen is a true genius or just a name without substance.
After the commotion subsided, the banquet gradually returned to calm, and the conversation was naturally, intentionally or unintentionally, steered towards Han Xuanji and Ling Feng. The contest between geniuses has always been a topic of much gossip.
Some people are secretly speculating whether the two will have a direct confrontation in the future, while others are guessing that Han Xuanji is overrated and are waiting to see him make a fool of himself.
Han Xuanji's gaze swept across the crowd and landed on Wang Ping in the corner.
At this moment, Wang Ping was sitting alone, holding a wine glass, looking somewhat dejected. It seemed that he had been scolded by his elders after standing up for him earlier.
After all, these matters are, in essence, internal struggles within the Soul Household. What kind of situation would it be for the Wang Household to get involved?
Wang Ping could only obediently accept the scolding, feeling somewhat Qi Ingestion but not daring to retort.
Han Xuanji nodded slightly and said softly to Hun Qianling:
" Qianling, I'm going to say a few words to my brother, I'll be right back."
Han Xuanji turned around and walked straight towards Wang Ping.
Hearing footsteps, Wang Ping looked up and saw Han Xuanji walking towards him. He froze, quickly stood up, looking somewhat flustered and even a little helpless.
"Brother Han... what brings you here?"
In his view, Han Xuanji now held a prestigious status as S-Rank Heaven's Chosen of the Soul Household, surrounded by high-ranking members and geniuses of the clan. Why would he specifically come to talk to a "good-for-nothing" like himself? Perhaps he had meddled in other people's business and displeased Han Xuanji.
Han Xuanji walked to the table and sat down, picked up the wine pot on the table, poured himself a cup, smiled faintly, and spoke in a calm tone, without the slightest airs:
"What? Brother Wang doesn't welcome me?"
No, no!
Wang Ping quickly waved his hand, a hint of embarrassment on his face.
"I just... I just didn't expect Brother Han to come looking for me specifically."
Upon hearing this, Han Xuanji put down his wine cup, looked at Wang Ping, and said seriously:
"Brother Wang, you jest. We met today in this corner and drank side by side. We are friends. Among friends, there is no distinction of status, and there is no such thing as looking down on someone. I, Han Xuanji, am not so snobbish."
These words were like a warm current, instantly dispelling the unease and loneliness in Wang Ping's heart. Looking into Han Xuanji's eyes, he felt a warmth in his heart, and a relieved smile appeared on his face. His tense body also relaxed.
"Thank you for not minding, Brother Han. I... I just feel so useless. As a direct descendant of the Wang Household family, my cultivation is mediocre, and I'm not valued in the clan. I'm also afraid of embarrassing you, Brother Han."
Han Xuanji shook his head, his tone carrying a hint of guidance:
"Brother Wang, you are mistaken. Everyone has their own unique talents, but many people fail to realize them or choose the wrong direction."
You're not useless, you just haven't found the right path for yourself yet.
Wang Ping paused, a look of confusion flashing in his eyes:
"A suitable path for myself? Brother Han, what talents do I have? I cultivate the physical body, but my progress is slow, and I know absolutely nothing about the Dao of Principle. Besides eating, drinking, and having fun, I seem to know nothing else."
"That's not the case."
Han Xuanji looked at him and slowly spoke:
"I can see from your expression that you pay different kinds of attention to the various items at the banquet. May I ask, what are your hobbies?"
Under Han Xuanji's subtle guidance, Wang Ping thought carefully for a moment, then scratched his head, a hint of embarrassment on his face, and said:
"I... I don't have any particular hobbies. I just like collecting all kinds of combat treasures, whether they are new or old models. I like to collect them all and study their structure repeatedly in my spare time."
In addition, I would go to watch every weapon-refining competition held in Thousand Souls City. Watching those masters refine ordinary materials into powerful treasures, I would try to figure it out myself, but I never tried to do it myself.
When talking about collecting secret treasures and observing weapon crafting, the dejection in Wang Ping's eyes disappeared, replaced by a bright light, and his tone became excited. It was clear that he genuinely enjoyed these things.
Seeing this, Han Xuanji's eyes flashed with understanding, and a smile appeared on his lips:
"That's right, Brother Wang. These aren't useless hobbies; they're your talents guiding you."
"Talent?"
Wang Ping's eyes widened, his face filled with disbelief:
"But I've never tried it before, and nobody's ever told me."
"Never having tried doesn't mean you don't have talent."
Han Xuanji spoke with certainty, brainwashing Wang Ping:
"Your ability to easily memorize the structures of various treasures and to grasp the intricacies of the crafting process is itself a talent."
Han Xuanji's words were like a wake-up call, instantly waking the confused Wang Ping.
"R-really? Brother Han, can I really do it?"
Wang Ping looked at Han Xuanji, his eyes filled with excitement and hope.
"Sure."
Han Xuanji nodded, her tone gentle yet firm.
"Talent is never predetermined at birth. What's more important is finding your direction, putting in the effort, and given time, you will surely achieve something and make those who looked down on you look at you with new eyes."
Wang Ping nodded emphatically, feeling that this was a true confidant:
"Brother Han! I feel that none of my friends, those who have been with me for hundreds or thousands of years, understand me as well as you do..."
The two chatted for a while longer, and Wang Ping listened very attentively, his smile never fading.
This scene also made one of the powerful members of the Wang Household think deeply, saying that the young master had truly grown up and knew to befriend such geniuses instead of associating with ordinary people.
Halfway through the banquet, Han Xuanji also felt that the banquet was really not very interesting. After telling Hun Qianling, he left and returned to Purple Soul Grotto-Heaven.
He preferred the tranquility of his cave abode to the hustle and bustle of the main hall, and cherished every moment of his cultivation time.
Han Xuanji's departure attracted the attention of some people.
Among them were Ling Feng, who harbored a grudge, and some of Hun Qianchen's spies.