Chapter 13 (2/2)

“You’re referring to the [Traversing Snow, Flowering Plum]?” Xia Qingchen said, “But I only have half of it.”

Half?

That would be sufficient!

The value of half a supreme mid-grade martial skill that was comparable to high-grade martial skills far exceeded these materials given to him.

“Alright!”

Xia Qingchen wrote it out on the spot, got the things he needed, and then left.

Zhen Zhilan brought back half of the martial skill, wearing an elated expression.

Zhen Nantian had been waiting for her and went up to ask, “Did you ask him?”

“I did, I did! Look!” Zhen Zhilan happily brought the martial skill over.

However, Zhen Nantian was stunned. “Who told you to ask him for the martial skill? I meant for you to ask for his name and background, to make friends with him! Don’t tell me that you didn’t even get his name.”

If they were to befriend Xia Qingchen, it wouldn’t be hard for them to trade for his martial skills in the future.

He might even know how to improve the [Fragmented Heaven-Mending Scroll], or even fix his twisted martial meridians!

That was the most important thing!

“Ahh? I… forgot.” Zhen Zhilan rubbed her hands together in guilt, lowering her head in embarrassment.

Her mind was filled with the [Traversing Snow, Flowering Plum] after seeing how amazing the martial skill’s prowess was.

“Sigh! You… I… Aiyah!” Zhen Nantian stomped his foot, feeling exasperated at her failure. He blew at his mustache and glared, asking, “Then why are you standing here for? Why aren’t you chasing after him?”

“Oh!” Zhen Zhilan felt so aggrieved that she looked like a pitiful kitten. She shrank her neck and then turned to chase after Xia Qingchen.

However, after so much time had passed, Xia Qingchen had long left the place.

She looked around at the door, feeling both anxious and helpless. How was she going to explain things to her grandfather?

“Miss Zhen! How can you bear to leave the house? Is there anything I can help you with?” A wealthy-looking middle-aged man walked over while she was looking anxious.

He was dressed in expensive clothes, had a big round stomach, and led a few bodyguards at the major constellation stage.

His gaze was filled with tactfulness and unscrupulousness.

At a glance, it was clear that he was an important character in the city. However, he had lowered his stand in front of Zhen Zhilan.

She was the granddaughter of the martial path legend and the current Shrine Master’s precious daughter. Who would dare show her disrespect?

“Oh, it’s you. Father’s inside.” Zhen Zhilan threw a glance and recognized him.

This wealthy-looking middle-aged man was the owner of the Immortal Pavilion in the city, Wang Bahu.

Back then when her father wasn’t the Shrine Master yet, he had been by her father’s side, working as his attendant.

When her father took over the Shrine, he sent this guy off to let him become independent. With his identity as the Shrine Master’s attendant, he created a business for himself and founded Lone Cloud City’s most luxurious Immortal Pavilion.

“There’s no hurry for me to look for the Shrine Master. If Miss Zhen has something urgent, I can help you first.”

If he didn’t try to get into her good books now, his glorious days would be over after she succeeded the position of Shrine Mistress.

Zhen Zhilan hesitated for a moment before asking, “Did you guys see a young man passing by earlier? He is about the same age as me and is tall and skinny.”

Wang Bahu thought about it for a while before saying, “Was it the guy who was talking to Miss Zhen at the door earlier?”

He had seen from afar that Zhen Zhilan was talking to Xia Qingchen at the Shrine’s door and paid more attention to Xia Qingchen.

“That’s right, that’s right, that’s right! That’s him! Do you know who he is?” Zhen Zhilan was overjoyed and quickly asked.

Wang Bahu said without thinking, “I do. He’s Xia Qingchen!”

Xia Qingchen had been so scared that he had fainted amid the martial pavilion’s examinations, becoming the joke of the city.

Wang Bahu often attended all sorts of banquets. He had heard Xia Qingchen’s name from chats over drinking so many times that he had gotten sick of it. How could he not know his name?

Therefore, he had recognized Xia Qingchen straightaway.

“Who? Xia Qingchen?” Zhen Zhilan was stunned. Even someone like her who cultivated in the Shrine and didn’t leave its area had heard of Xia Qingchen’s hopelessness.

How could the good-for-nothing Xia Qingchen and the deep, unfathomable guy just now be the same person?