Chapter 301: What a Line—Never Look Down on a Youth in Poverty!

The elder had only one thought in his mind at this moment.

This fellow's talent is extraordinary, for an ordinary person to have such a temperament is truly remarkable. Could he have some background? Without any background, having such a temperament would be truly extraordinary; just based on this kind of temperament, it would be hard for him not to achieve something.

But if he has background, why would he be an ordinary person? Could it be that he was driven out by his family? Or for some other reason?

Forget it, why think about this? In this world, I am also a top-tier strongman counted on one hand. No matter how big the other's family is, so what? I want to take a disciple, who would dare to stop me!

Good! It's decided. I'll test this fellow first, and if his temperament is good, I'll take him as a disciple.

Hahaha, I wonder if my old friend will be green with envy when he sees my future disciple. I can't wait to see my old friend's envy.

While the elder was conversing with Lin Hao.

In other parts of this world, the three people who had obtained treasures from the corner palace of Peaceful Capital City along with Lin Hao had all performed blood-drop recognition of ownership on their treasures.

The difference was that Lin Hao performed the blood-drop recognition voluntarily, while the other three did it accidentally.

The one who obtained a grass that looked like a sword was accidentally cut by the sharp grass blade when gripping the grass, and his blood stained the grass blade, recognizing ownership.

The one with the treasured sword had already recognized ownership when cutting the mountain in the palace early on, and only recalled recognizing ownership after arriving in this world.

As for the bamboo slip, it was pricked by the sharp point of the bamboo slip.

Fortunately, they were not present together, otherwise they would surely find it strange—how come they all performed blood-drop recognition, as if some mysterious power guided them to do so.

Of course, this is not the point.

The point is that their locations, though seemingly uninhabited, were actually very prosperous areas—either a place on the route where immortals attended an old friend's birthday banquet, or a territory under the jurisdiction of some ancient sect, or the outskirts of a prosperous ancient city.

Places where they could come into contact with people.

……

The silver moon hung high, stars filled the sky.

At the outer perimeter of a Forbidden Beast Forest.

Kamikawa Mitsu and his sister, along with Ye Linyan and a few others, were sitting around a bonfire. After half a journey, they had become somewhat familiar with each other, no longer as strangers as before.

Even the three-headed lion had become familiar with Ye Linyan and the others.

It lay in front of the bonfire, quietly and with great relish eating the fierce beast meat that Ye Linyan and the others had grilled.

The fierce beast meat, grilled and seasoned, turned out to be so delicious. It seems this trip was not in vain—I got good things and ate good things.

At this moment.

Kamikawa Chie was chatting with Ye Linyan about the broken engagement. As an Earthling, she couldn't possibly lack a gossiping soul.

Ye Linyan is so beautiful, yet she was subjected to a broken engagement, and by a Holy Son of a Holy Land at that. There must be some juicy story behind it.

"So Linyan-jie, the Holy Son had a marriage contract with your family because they valued your talent. Once your talent was gone, they didn't intend to honor the marriage contract, and even came directly to break off the engagement in front of you and your entire clan."

"Mm." Ye Linyan nodded: "My clan is only a subsidiary clan of the West Ridge Holy Land, we can't be compared to them. Whatever they say goes."

At this point in her words, Ye Linyan's delicate fists were clenched tightly, her eyes filled with determination.

"Actually, I don't care about the broken engagement itself, because I never liked the West Ridge Holy Son in the first place. But he did it in front of my father, in front of my entire clan, trampling the dignity of my whole clan. And because this matter spread, my clan became a laughingstock.

I will absolutely not allow anyone to trample my father, trample my clan. So when that West Ridge Holy Son came to break off the engagement, in order to salvage my father's dignity and the clan's honor, I proposed a life-and-death duel to the West Ridge Holy Son.

I want him to know that talent doesn't represent everything. Even if my talent is gone, I can still defeat the West Ridge Holy Son. I want to make the West Ridge Holy Son pay the price for the humiliation he brought upon my entire clan that day."

"That's very Xiao Yan." Kamikawa Chie blinked and muttered to herself.

"Xiao Yan?"

"Nothing, it's just a generic term for broken engagements back where we come from. Anyone who gets a broken engagement is called Xiao Yan."

"Oh, then I really am Xiao Yan."

"Xiao Yan? No wonder Chie-jie you asked me about the broken engagement—the first syllable of my name sounds similar to Xiao Yan's." Xiao Dong looked as if everything suddenly made sense.

Kamikawa Chie smiled sweetly, as if recalling something, and spoke:

"I believe Linyan-jie you can definitely defeat the West Ridge Holy Son. I sensed it—although your talent was grafted away, a part of it actually still remains, the root is still there, which is why you can still cultivate to where you are now.

And as the saying goes, a blessing in disguise. Your talent was grafted away, but you reawakened the root of your talent and nurtured it anew. As the saying goes, 'Wild grass cannot be burned out, the spring wind blows and it grows again.' The talent you re-nurtured will be even more powerful than before.

That so-called West Ridge Holy Son won't be your match.

When the appointed day arrives, Linyan-jie, you'll be able to wash away your clan's disgrace.

Linyan-jie, let me teach you a phrase. I think you can shout it out at that time, and it will definitely let you humiliate the West Ridge Holy Son to your heart's content, vindicate your clan, prove yourself, and show the world your strength."

"What phrase?"

Ye Linyan and the others were all curious; even the three-headed lion looked over, curiosity gleaming in its eyes.

"For thirty years the river flows east, for thirty years the river flows west—never look down on a youth in poverty." Kamikawa Chie stated bluntly.

Hearing this, everyone's eyes lit up.

"What a line—'Never look down on a youth in poverty'!" Xiao Dong listened, his blood surging, a sharp gleam bursting from his eyes.

Even Ye Linyan, a woman, felt her blood boiling.

"Chie-meimei, I'll take that line." Ye Linyan had already made up her mind—once she defeated the West Ridge Holy Son, she would say exactly that.

At this moment.

No one noticed that Kamikawa Mitsu, who had been resting with his eyes closed nearby, had his eyelids twitch slightly.

He was certain that Ye Linyan had probably made up her mind to say that line.

If so, in the future when the other worlds connect and people learn that the other world's "Xiao Yan" said something similar, what kind of reaction would there be…

Similarly.

When Ye Linyan and the others learn that their words actually came from a book, how would they feel?

Would they think that book was actually adapted from her story?

"Really? Then I must definitely go cheer you on when the time comes."

Hearing this, Kamikawa Chie's face was filled with excitement. She took out her phone, opened the memo app, and wrote "Linyan-jie's life-and-death duel with the West Ridge Holy Son." When she set a reminder for the memo, the time was exactly the day of Ye Linyan's duel.

At this moment, Ye Linyan's female companion said: "Chie-meimei, you really have a way with words. This line will definitely infuriate the West Ridge Holy Son to death."

Kamikawa Chie gave a sweet smile:

"That line wasn't something I came up with — it's just a popular saying from the East where I'm from. Actually, besides that one, there are a lot of really grand quotes.

For example, something like 'Were it not for me, Li Chungang, the Way of the Sword would be an eternal night.'

For example, 'Even as I hold up the Imperial City upon my palm and bear the Abyss upon my back, I, Anlan, remain unmatched beneath heaven.'

For example, 'At the end of the immortal road, who stands as the peak? One glimpse of Wushi, and the Dao turns to naught.' There are many, many more."

Then Ye Linyan, Xiao Dong, and the others became Kamikawa Chie's fans, listening with great relish as she recited those impossibly lofty lines. The more they heard, the more their blood surged with fervor, and they felt both awe and worship toward the great figures behind those famous quotes.

Beside them, Kamikawa Mitsu, glad to be free of bother, was surveying the Twenty-Eight Mansions and the others — Lin Hao and company, whom he had sent into the other world — and murmured:

"The plan to send people into the other world has begun to be carried out. I wonder how my other script is going. Calculating the time, it's about time to pull in a new character."

……

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