Chapter 1050 Zhiwei’s Thoughts_2

At that time, she might still be able to ask for a few crisp big fruits to eat. Surely, Su Qingdai wouldn’t refuse her.

Jin’er sighed quietly under her bamboo hat.

This little girl!

Currently, Master is waiting for them at Celestial Street Nine Districts. If they go to Medicine King Inn, it would make Master wait for a half-day longer.

Having thought of this, Jin’er said warmly:

"Fairy Su’s kind intention is appreciated by my young master. However, my lord doesn’t like to engage with outsiders. To be honest, we are sneaking out this time. It would not be appropriate to disturb you further."

My lord?

Su Qingdai’s beautiful eyes flashed.

Come to think of it, it’s reasonable. These two look quite young, they must be out with family elders.

But...

The strength of this master and servant duo is already notable. The lord behind them, could he be a Golden Core True Man?

Su Qingdai pondered deeply, increasingly convinced of the possibility. To cultivate such terrifying prodigies at the Foundation Establishment Stage, their lord must be at least at the Golden Core Stage, and among the Golden Core True Man, he is definitely not an unknown figure.

"Then let’s follow your arrangement. Great kindness needs no thanks, but at the moment, my two fellow disciples are severely injured. Could we please travel together to return to Celestial Street Nine Districts first to avoid the limelight?"

Su Qingdai took a deep breath, forcing herself to stand straight and gave heart-protecting antidote pills to her two fellow disciples beside her, supporting each other up.

Since her sect’s elders had already arrived, she wasn’t in a hurry to return to the inn. She was curious about the identities of this master and servant, wanting to interact a bit more along the way.

"That’s doable! Although I can’t go to your place, we can still go back together!"

The Little Young Master in Red Clothes Qing Jun patted his chest, smiling broadly with bright crimson lips and white teeth, carefree.

The five immediately concealed their qi and hurried back to Celestial Street Nine Districts through the complex passages of Suspended Cliff Ant Market.

Su Qingdai, while protecting her two weak fellow disciples beside her, secretly observed the Little Young Master with a sword control moving beside her from the corner of her eye.

The more she looked, the more curious she became about their identities.

The thoughtful True Inheritor Yao Wang pursed her lips, unable to suppress her curiosity, smiling through the thin veil and said:

"This Grand Ceremony, Ten Thousand Medicines Celestial City gathered hundreds of families. Little Young Master’s skills don’t seem to be of a minor sect, could you reveal a little? If inconvenient, Qing Dai won’t force it."

"Well..."

The little girl pretended to hesitate for a while.

In fact,

After her master and disciple disguised themselves, the master had already made up a background for them.

After all, they were going to attend the herbal ceremony later. Since they decided to disguise, they couldn’t use the identity of Lingyin Sect, they had to create another one.

"No worries, fellow Daoist shouldn’t feel compelled." Su Qingdai said softly.

"It’s not inconvenient at all!"

The little girl waited for Su Qingdai to speak, then took her small white hand out of her sleeve and, feeling somewhat proud, pinched the hair band, saying,

"Our family is Overseas Hidden Cultivators! We crossed the Boundless Sea to Yan Nan for the Medicine King Valley Herbal Ceremony!"

Overseas Hidden Cultivators?

Su Qingdai realized with a sudden clarity.

No wonder she had never heard of such prodigies among the Five Sects of Yan Country.

The East Sea is boundless, with countless hidden cultivators, among them many factions are secretly hidden.

It is said,

When the Songyang Sect rose, it destroyed countless sects, and among these sects, there were even thousand-year-old traditions.

However, a few managed to escape, fled into the East Sea, where they secretly cultivated, continuing their traditions.

"So you are distinguished guests from afar." Su Qingdai’s eyes sparkled, she sighed softly, "Could I meet your honored father? Cultivating such a prodigy like you is truly admirable to Qing Dai."

Qing Jun was feeling proud at the moment, hearing Su Qingdai praise his master, he puffed up even more:

"Of course! My father is really strong, apart from me, I have a brother too!"

"Oh? Who is your little young master’s brother..." Su Qingdai cleverly followed up with the question.

"My brother? He is the mightiest Sword Cultivator in the world! His swordsmanship is extraordinary, even in that Boundless Sea Hidden Cultivation Land, no one of his generation can withstand his three swords! Moreover, my brother is not only skilled in swordsmanship, but also exceptionally handsome!"

Upon mentioning his senior sibling, Qing Jun was like an opened chatterbox, rambled incessantly,

"All this is thanks to my father’s excellent teaching!"

The little girl called "father" more and more smoothly.

Unfortunately, Master can only be the Master, absolutely impossibly the father!

If the father is the old Taoist, that would be terrifying!

...

Ten Thousand Medicines Celestial City, Celestial Street Nine Districts.

Inside a teahouse built along the cliff’s high platform, the furnace was warm, with the fragrance of tea wafting, faint sounds of waves crashing on the shore could be heard.

"Those two girls only now returned, becoming wilder!"

Chen Ye leaned back in the bamboo chair by the window, slightly relaxing.

Earlier, Qing Jun and Jin’er went somewhere to play, losing communication for a short while.

Chen Ye was considering moving out to find them.

Luckily,

Just now, Jin’er sent a message saying they were about to return to Celestial Street Nine Districts, previously due to special reasons, resulting in the Sound Transmission Jade failing, thus breaking contact with him.

Having resolved this concern, Chen Ye finally had an opportunity to shift focus to the other side.

He lifted the warm medicinal tea by his side, sipping lightly, his gaze fell on the silently seated girl across and was momentarily stunned, slightly amazed.

"Zhiwei."

Chen Ye put down the tea cup, his voice warm, hiding curiosity,

"Why did you suddenly dress as a man today?"

Only to see the girl sitting upright opposite him, figure upheld, with black hair tied high, clean and neat, revealing the well-defined jawline and neck.

She wore simple white men’s clothing, highlighting her already tall and proportionate figure, drawing it bold and smart, deftly camouflaging the curves she naturally had.