Chapter 39: Young Grandmaster

Chapter 39: Chapter 39: Young Grandmaster

"We were clearly here first, and he just plopped himself down."

The old man smiled. "The world’s Spiritual Energy is for the world to take."

"It’s a testament to your ability that you can absorb it. If others want to come and cultivate, you can’t just stop them."

"That may be true, but there’s only so much Spiritual Energy here. Once it’s used up, who knows where else we’ll find some to absorb."

"So, you need to hurry up and try harder." The old man’s words served as a reminder to Lu Youyou.

She immediately began to circulate her family’s Cultivation Technique, rapidly absorbing the Spiritual Energy.

Unfortunately, neither her Cultivation Technique nor her own ability could compare to Jiang Fan’s.

The Spiritual Energy was all rushing toward Jiang Fan.

"Damn it! He’s going too far! He’s sucking all the Spiritual Energy away!"

The old man’s gaze was full of astonishment. This young man was not old, yet he was absorbing a massive amount of Spiritual Energy.

However, Jiang Fan was completely unaware of all this at that moment.

After he sat down cross-legged, a dramatic change occurred within his body.

Countless streams of Spiritual Energy surged rapidly, rushing into his body.

From within his body, a series of shattering sounds echoed.

It was like the sound of a mirror breaking.

As the sounds grew louder, they gradually transformed into the roar of a raging sea.

’What’s going on? My Dragon Elephant Profound Skill seems to be out of control.’ Jiang Fan had a bad feeling; this was the first time he had ever encountered such a situation.

"Grandpa, what’s wrong with him?" Because Jiang Fan had absorbed too much Spiritual Energy, fine cracks had begun to appear on his skin, which Lu Youyou, watching from the side, found very strange.

The old man was extremely excited. "He’s about to break through."

"This is the sound of thunder."

"When a master at the Postnatal Realm is about to break through to the Innate Realm, the sound of thunder will echo within their body."

"How is that possible? He looks even younger than me! How can he be a master at the peak of the Postnatal Realm?"

"Even you haven’t reached that level, Grandpa."

The old man gave a wry smile. "I am only at the initial stage of the Postnatal Realm. This young man’s strength is unfathomable."

"You can’t judge a book by its cover."

"In fact, when he first appeared just now, I didn’t even notice him at all."

"That alone is enough to prove how formidable his own strength is."

"Is it really as exaggerated as you make it sound, Grandpa?" A trace of disdain appeared on Lu Youyou’s face.

The old man chuckled. "Child, a Grandmaster is like a dragon."

"But he hasn’t even broken through yet, has he?" Lu Youyou said, unconvinced.

But in the next second, a vortex of qi suddenly appeared above Jiang Fan’s head. It then transformed into two transparent figures—a dragon and an elephant—that shot into the sky. They let out a mighty roar before plunging straight back into Jiang Fan’s body.

The shackles within Jiang Fan’s body, the barrier to the Grandmaster realm, were directly blasted open.

He had entered the Innate Realm.

In that instant, the Chinese Wood Hydrangeas bloomed in a riot of color all over, as if celebrating this moment.

’I feel like I’m even stronger than before.’

Jiang Fan wasn’t entirely sure.

"To think that I, in my lifetime, would be able to witness a Grandmaster here."

"May I ask which of the Eight Great Clans you hail from, young friend?"

"Sir, what’s this about a Grandmaster? What are the Eight Great Clans?"

"I don’t understand," Jiang Fan said bluntly.

The old man met Jiang Fan’s gaze. The young man was quite calm and didn’t seem to be lying, which the old man found very strange.

’Not from the Eight Great Clans... could he be from one of the Hidden Noble Families?’

Jiang Fan shook his head again. "You’ve misunderstood, sir."

"I’m just an ordinary person here to attend a birthday banquet."

"Not from some Hidden Noble Family."

The old man assumed Jiang Fan was simply unwilling to say, so he didn’t press the matter.

He then offered his business card.

"This is this old man’s card."

"I hope to befriend you, young friend."

Jiang Fan had no airs about making friends, especially not with an elderly man in his twilight years.

Jiang Fan then took out his own business card, exchanged it with the old man, and left.

After Jiang Fan was gone, the old man looked at the card in his hand.

Name: Jiang Fan.

"Delivery Boy."

"Phone....."

"As long as I’m not dead, you won’t starve. Fast food delivery."

The old man didn’t know whether to laugh or cry.

Lu Youyou, standing to the side, also frowned. "Grandpa, you said he’s a Grandmaster. Why would he be working as a delivery boy?"

"Grandmasters are supposed to be rare, right?"

The old man’s expression turned serious. "Rare is an understatement."

"A Grandmaster is like a dragon. Grandmaster, Grandmaster... a dragon among men."

"The number of Grandmasters you could ever hope to see can be counted on one hand."

"The path of a Martial Artist is divided into External Strength, Inner Strength, the initial, middle, and peak stages of the Postnatal Realm, and the Innate Realm."

"You haven’t even cultivated External Strength yet, so you have no idea how terrifying a master like that is."

"They can move objects with their minds, injure people with a plucked leaf, and behead enemies with flying swords."

"Their True Qi permeates their entire body. Even a normal handgun, like a Desert Eagle, would have trouble injuring them with continuous shots."

"And if they advance even further..."

"...to the middle or late stages, or even the peak of the Innate Realm, their power would be simply unimaginable."

Lu Youyou’s beautiful eyes filled with envy. So he was actually that strong.

Suddenly, watching Jiang Fan’s receding figure was like looking at an insurmountable mountain.

"Are you regretting it?"

"Regretting what?" Lu Youyou asked, blinking her eyes.

"Regretting not giving him your own business card."

"A man like him, unaffiliated with any sect or school yet possessing transcendent strength, is working as a delivery boy. It’s such a waste of his talent. If he knew you were the apple of the Lu Family’s eye, he might just start chasing after you immediately."

"Grandpa, you’re making fun of me again." Lu Youyou feigned anger and pouted.

Jiang Fan received a call from Yin Ruxue. At the elevator entrance, Yin Ruxue had been waiting for a while. She frowned and said, "Didn’t I tell you not to wander off?"

"I’ve been waiting for you for several minutes. You didn’t even answer your phone."

"Something came up just now. An old man and I exchanged business cards and chatted for a bit, so I got held up." Jiang Fan didn’t mention the matter of the Spiritual Energy.

To convince her, Jiang Fan took out the business card and handed it to her.

Yin Ruxue didn’t want to look at it at first, but in the next second, when she saw it was from the Lu Family, her expression also turned strange.

"Where did you pick up this business card?"

Jiang Fan was speechless. "Do I look like I need to pick up cards off the ground? Someone really gave it to me."

"He even asked for one of my cards."

The Lu Family. They were a truly great clan. Although they weren’t one of Yang City’s great clans, none of the families in Yang City could compare to the Lu Family.

Yin Ruxue couldn’t figure it out and couldn’t be bothered to think about it anymore.

So she said nothing more, took Jiang Fan’s hand, and started walking toward the birthday banquet.

Jiang Fan was prepared for Yin Ruxue to take his hand.

’After all, I’m acting as her boyfriend. Holding hands shouldn’t be a problem, right?’

Jiang Fan even tried tickling her palm with his pinky finger, causing Yin Ruxue’s lovely face to turn pink.

"If you don’t want your entire salary for this month docked, then by all means, keep it up."

Hearing his salary was on the line, Jiang Fan immediately behaved himself.

’Can’t argue with money.’

’But this woman really is beautiful.’

Being able to walk into the birthday banquet holding such a beautiful woman’s hand was its own kind of special scenery.