146: Chapter 111 We of the New Martial Sect, in Need of Talents (Combined Chapter)_3 146: Chapter 111 We of the New Martial Sect, in Need of Talents (Combined Chapter)_3 “Huff…
Excuse me, are you Mr.
Qin Shi hadn’t yet reached for his knife and fork when he was interrupted by a young lady with an egg-shaped face and her hair tied up.
Qin Shi sighed and put down his plate.
“I’m Xia, responsible for receiving you.
Sorry for the delay; there were some minor issues earlier.”
The young lady with the egg-shaped face was out of breath, as if she had angrily climbed several floors in one go, her hair sticking to her cheeks.
Qin Shi was full of confusion.
Where did the elder in tails from earlier come from?
“Inspector Xu, you were hard to find.”
Back on the seventieth floor, the old man in tails bumped into Chen Zhou, the organizer of the banquet, enthusiastically greeting him:
“My father is unwell and can’t attend, but he knew you came from afar and specifically instructed me to take good care of you.”
The old man in tails said calmly, nodding slightly:
“I came to Tai’an on official business, so there’s no need for any special reception.
Chen, you needn’t accompany me.
Today, I followed Director Lin from Qiguang Heng University to many places; I’m quite tired and ready to leave.”
Chen Zhou was stunned.
Lin Xiaohan had told him that Inspector Xu had come specially to oversee some important work and would stay in the Tai’an Metropolitan Area for some time.
“Inspector Xu, have we been negligent in any way…”
Chen worries too much.
I indeed feel old and frail, getting drowsy at set hours.”
The old man in tails waved his hand with a smile:
“Next time I have a break, I’ll visit Minister Chen.”
After saying this, he strode away.
“Inspector, did you meet the young man who inherited He Lanchan’s legacy?”
In the seventieth-floor corridor, the accompanying secretary arrived to answer a call.
The old man in tails appeared calm, but when he wasn’t smiling, his demeanor carried a sharp chill.
It’s rare to find such a good talent among the Old Martial Sect, quiet and deep, neither arrogant nor impetuous, without excessive eagerness or towering pride.
It’s rare to see such young people nowadays.
Chen Ruofu’s recommendation letter does not exaggerate; he is indeed a hero!”
The secretary bowed his head and asked:
“Inspector, should we suppress him a bit, otherwise he might receive the full support of the Heng Province Martial Arts Association…”
The old man in tails stared sharply at the secretary.
After the secretary realized his mistake, he bowed his head even further.
“You have been by my side for so long yet haven’t progressed!
Do you think the struggle between New Martial and Old Martial can be decided by one or two geniuses?
Has Dongxia ever lacked outstanding talents?
Not to mention the Star Cup, how many heroes and brilliant minds are there?”
The old man in tails conveyed his disappointment, saying:
“The struggle between the old and the new is about the future.
We aim to incorporate countless veins and swallow thousands of schools, forging a new generation’s Martial God Road!
This is the trend; not even one or two Proud Sun-level prodigies, nor the top ten of the first generation, can resist the forward momentum of the era!
I came to meet this young man in person because I heard that Old Man Zhang, who had become restless, was attracted by the Void Meditation Technique and went to Tai’an to trip him up;
Secondly, I was curious to see what a ‘cross-generation disciple’ who inherited He Lanchan’s legacy looks like.”
The strong aura the old man in tails unintentionally released earlier made the secretary tremble, nearly causing him to kneel.
This Inspector Xu is a top-tier Specialized Level expert even within Central City.
“That young man indeed has some Stone Buddha qualities, very calm, and has broken through the Divine Barrier.
At such a young age, having the Divine Residence Inner World and encompassing the external universe, his character is evidently exceptional, making my visit worthwhile.”
The old man in tails showed approval in his eyes, quite acknowledging.
“But with Old Man Zhang’s temper, he probably still looks down on him.
Back then, he repeatedly stopped at the round of sixteen, always due to meeting He Lanchan and being beaten like a dead dog.
Thus, he vowed to gather many disciples to crush He Lanchan’s successors in the Star Cup.
But he spoke too soon; he probably didn’t expect that He Lanchan, until his death, never passed on his mantle.”
The secretary realized there was such a history behind it.
“It’s quite funny too; Old Man Zhang spent half his life taking in nine disciples.
Either Spiritual Masters or Mechanical experts, each chose a different path.
Few genuinely followed the Martial Arts path.”
The old man in tails couldn’t help but laugh.
But the secretary was confused and asked:
the senior, if he wanted his disciple to surpass He Lanchan, why did he let them follow other paths?”
The old man in tails laughed heartily:
“That’s what Old Man Zhang holds a grudge about.
He prided himself on his unparalleled talent, believing he was naturally born with the posture of a Martial God.
Unexpectedly, at seventeen, when he was about to shine, he encountered He Lanchan and suffered a great loss.
After five years of austerity, he encountered the rising Lian Yixing again, and once again became a mere background.
Deeply pondering, accumulating strength, he was then trampled by the three-time champion Qi Wuxiang…
among the initial top ten, he happened to challenge the strongest ones.”
What a legendary sharpening stone, the ultimate punching bag.
The secretary twitched at the corner of his eyes.
“So Old Man Zhang made an oath: the disciple he sought must dominate an era, making all Proud Suns pale and many peers look up to him as a Martial God seed.
If they didn’t meet this standard, he’d let them follow other paths.
I hurried here also out of concern that the young man might indeed be as described in Chen Ruofu’s letter, He Lanchan reborn, causing Old Man Zhang to see his potential and take him in.
Then, just like him, he would have a terrible temper, provoke conflicts everywhere, and turn Heng Province into chaos.”
The old man in tails’ tone was indifferent.
Since Old Man Zhang abandoned the idea of competing in the Star Cup again, he had become a major scourge to the Martial Arts Association, a frightening presence who overturned tables while others dined.