"Dispense with the formalities, dispense with the formalities, I am Wenren Qingqiu, a Holy Dragon Master from Long Yan Academy," the elder waved his hand, introducing his identity.
At this, he lifted his sleeves, looking left and right, and even gave them a few tugs, followed by vigorous rubbing.
Everyone was befuddled, watching him and not understanding what he was doing.
"Haha, found it, here is the emblem of Long Yan Academy and the insignia of a Holy Dragon Master. Take a good look, and don’t you say that this old man is an imposter, swaggering around and deceiving others," the elder said with a chuckle, raising his sleeve. It turned out, he wanted to prove his identity to Mu Nan and the others, clearly aware his appearance hadn’t been very convincing.
Staring at his sleeves, Mu Hanyan and the others all had dark expressions.
On those sleeves, which looked like they hadn’t been washed in decades due to all the grease stains, after his rubbing, two lifelike dragons emerged amidst the grime, faint but exquisitely detailed.
It’s said that every disciple or teacher from Rock Dragon Academy would embroider the academy’s emblem on their clothes as proof of identity. However, the difference lies in that ordinary students and teachers have only one, and it is embroidered.
But for a Holy Dragon Master, their emblem features two dragons, and it’s infused onto the cloth through their cultivation Condensation, making it not only everlasting but also providing powerful defense properties.
Naturally, to infuse such dragon-shaped emblems with one’s own cultivation is highly challenging. Some Holy Dragon Masters themselves couldn’t achieve it, hence these robes were handed down from master to disciple through generations. ɪꜰ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴀɴᴛ ᴛᴏ ʀᴇᴀᴅ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs, ᴘʟᴇᴀsᴇ ᴠɪsɪᴛ N0velFire.ɴet
Wenren Qingqiu’s robe was enough to confirm his identity, but the people had forgotten to pay their respects, their faces simultaneously showing odd expressions. They thought to themselves: Indeed, a real master is different from ordinary folk. Look at this, a Holy Dragon Robe passed down through generations, tarnished to such a state by him. Who knows who his disciple is, they’re really in for some bad luck! The future disciple would need to wash it for days and nights to get it clean, right?
Of course, such slightly mocking thoughts quickly vanished from their minds. If one could truly become a disciple of a Holy Dragon Master, let alone dressing shabbily, even if it meant wearing rags or streaking naked, they would be willing.
Moreover, even if one could become his apprentice, not just anyone was worthy of wearing this Holy Dragon Robe. Only those who inherited his mantle, stayed to teach at Long Yan Academy, and cultivated the necessary qualifications and strength were entitled to inherit it.
No matter how disheveled the robe was, it was, after all, a Holy Dragon Robe and a symbol of status, position, and power.
"Junior pays respects to Senior Wenren... pays respects to Senior Wenren..." The crowd outside the courtyard saluted one after another, bending over respectfully with bows.
"You may all dispense with formalities," Wenren Qingqiu raised his arm in a gesture, and everyone was gently lifted up.
That force seemed weak but boundless, leaving no room for resistance.
Upon witnessing his power again, everyone forgot about the robe and looked at Wenren Qingqiu with even greater reverence.
"I have some other matters to discuss, please excuse yourselves for a moment," Wenren Qingqiu said amiably to the crowd outside the courtyard.
"Yes, yes, of course, we wouldn’t dare to disturb Senior Wenren. We’ll take our leave right now." They all felt light as air with his single request, and in the blink of an eye, they were gone without a trace.
"So, you’re the owner of this Nanmu Auction House? I’ll buy all these Medicinal Herbs," Wenren Qingqiu only then grabbed Mu Nan’s hand, asking anxiously.
"Hmm," Mu Nan responded subconsciously with a hum.