Chapter 323

"Your Master is a consort of the late Emperor; could Zhou Mobai be a Eunuch beside the late Emperor?" Chen Guanlou asked cautiously.

The long night is long; it's boring not to chat about gossip!

How to relieve worries? Only gossip.

"Zhou Mobai is not a Eunuch, it's just that the technique he practices is very evil."

"How is it evil?" Chen Guanlou was too curious.

"Cannot be close to women, and cannot be close to men. That's not the key."

That's not the key?

Already asexual, what else?

"The most critical thing is that his body, as the technique becomes deeper, will gradually tend toward being female. But he hasn't been castrated; to be precise, his body will gradually become Eunuch-like. For example, his voice, his skin, some unconscious gestures and manners."

Chen Guanlou:...

It really is very evil.

No wonder Cheng Lingzi would scold Zhou Mobai for becoming more and more like a Eunuch.

"How do you know so much? Does your Master tell you everything?"

"When I'm bored, I chat with my senior brothers and sisters about gossip in the capital via secret letters. The more we chat, the more I naturally know. Especially the gossip about the few Grandmasters in the palace; it's quite interesting."

Zhong Susu smiled playfully, a little embarrassed. But having someone share little secrets with her, she was quite happy.

Chen Guanlou's imagination was always different. "Your senior brothers and sisters, how old are they exactly?"

"My senior brother is already over seventy; he is the one who truly served before the late Emperor. My senior sister is even older than my senior brother; I don't know her exact age, as my senior sister is very sensitive about it. She used to be a cleaning maid in my Master's palace; my Master saw that she had good talent and tenacity, so she took her as a disciple."

Chen Guanlou:...

As a young man in his twenties, listening to the martial arts years of people in their seventies and eighties was like listening to stories from the last century—both distant and unfamiliar. It felt very unreal.

"You, you're only sixteen; can you chat with them?" He was really skeptical.

"Listening to my senior brothers and sisters chat about palace secrets from the late Emperor's time is very interesting! They are all eyewitnesses to history; every event they talk about actually happened, and some are recorded in historical archives. Comparing their stories with the content in the books, I find it very interesting."

Zhong Susu showed a reminiscent expression; that time spent chatting about gossip in secret letters was the most enjoyable and pure time she had.

"Why did your Master take you as a disciple? Instead of letting your senior brothers and sisters take you as a disciple on her behalf?" Chen Guanlou was very curious.

In the sect, the general rule is that if the age difference is too large, it's mostly taking disciples on behalf of the Master. But Zhong Susu enjoyed her Master's doting alone; to pick her up and return to the sect, Cheng Lingzi actually came to the capital in person after fifty years. This doting could be called unique.

"Because I am a genius! My Master said it herself; I am the most talented disciple she has encountered in so many years, and I am also a very rare Hidden Pulse. She didn't trust my senior brothers and sisters to bring me up, worried I would be led astray. My Master also said that there are too many bad people in the world, and if she doesn't keep an eye on me, she's afraid I'll be hurt by bad people."

Chen Guanlou clicked his tongue in admiration.

When Zhong Susu boasted that she was a genius, that little expression could definitely not be called narcissism; it was a factual statement, without any exaggeration.

Chen Guanlou didn't understand the world of geniuses. He himself was talented; he had compared, and his progress in practicing Wu Gong was clearly faster than others. However, compared to a real genius, he felt he was still quite inferior.

If Zhong Susu's talent was 99 points, his talent value might be between 80 and 89 points. It seemed the gap wasn't big, but little did he know, that little gap was a chasm.

If he didn't have the Xiao Changsheng Dao Fruit, he wouldn't be able to catch up to the other party in this lifetime.

However, after having the Xiao Changsheng Dao Fruit, he was very confident that he would sooner or later surpass these talented players. As long as he didn't die, he would sooner or later become an invincible existence.

Just thinking about it was exciting.

The effect of the pill Zhong Susu gave him was quite good; a heat was flowing through his body. He calmed his mind and began to refine the medicinal power.

Halfway through the refining, Cheng Lingzi returned, not a single hair out of place. But Zhou Mobai was nowhere to be seen.

"Disciple, have you finished handling your affairs? Follow Master back to the sect."

Zhong Susu rushed out of the room, looking at the figure standing in mid-air. "Master, are you okay?"

"A mere Zhou Mobai is no match for Master at all; how could I be okay?"

"Brother Chen, goodbye!" Zhong Susu said her formal farewell, her body leaped, and she was about to leave with her Master.

Chen Guanlou stood in the courtyard and waved; after this parting, he didn't know if there would be another chance to meet.

This night was destined not to be peaceful.

"It's rare for the Lady to come to the capital, why the hurry to leave?"

Another Grandmaster had arrived!

Chen Guanlou's mood was very complicated. What kind of Feng Shui treasure land was the two-courtyard small residence he had purchased, to welcome three Grandmasters in one night?

Usually, one couldn't even see the shadow of a Grandmaster.

Tonight, Grandmasters appeared as if they were free.

"Wei Wubing, are you not dead yet?" Cheng Lingzi's mouth had definitely been blessed. Every word was a stab at the vitals.

"The Lady hasn't died, how would this servant dare to die."

Wei Wubing, a real Eunuch Grandmaster, except for having no beard, the whole person had the appearance of an immortal. His snow-white hair was tied into a small bun.

Chen Guanlou thought: Could it be that Grandmasters also have hair loss problems?

He held a horsetail whisk, dressed in snow-white robes, and stepped lightly through the void. It was as if an immortal had descended.

Cheng Lingzi gave a cold snort. "I'm just taking my disciple back to the sect; why are you all running out one by one? Do you want to fight a wheel battle? This palace will accompany you."

"So, Zhou Mobai was defeated."

"Even if the one surnamed Zhou practiced for another hundred years, he wouldn't be worthy of carrying my shoes!"

"The Lady is right." Wei Wubing stepped lightly on the roof, with a bright moon behind him. Tonight, the surrounding households slept soundly; even if the sky fell and the earth cracked, they probably wouldn't wake up.

Chen Guanlou pinched his thigh hard; what a powerful illusion technique, he had nearly fallen into a daze and fallen into a deep sleep.

Zhong Susu was protected by Cheng Lingzi and didn't fall for it, but she resisted with some difficulty, sweat already soaking her clothes. It was only after Cheng Lingzi fed her a foul-smelling pill that the situation improved.

"Wei Wubing, you are becoming more and more sneaky; you can never change your underworld methods for a lifetime." Seeing her disciple suffer, Cheng Lingzi scolded as soon as she opened her mouth, not being polite at all.

Wei Wubing laughed. "The Lady is still the same as always, straightforward and outspoken. Not having heard the Lady's scolding and reprimanding for a full fifty years, this servant has truly missed it."

"You are just cheap!" Cheng Lingzi waved her sleeve, and suddenly a strong wind blew.

Chen Guanlou hurriedly hid behind the wall pillar; he couldn't bear to leave. Such a big show, he only got to see it because of Zhong Susu. Leaving now would surely be filled with endless regret. What could be more exciting than two Grandmasters competing?

Just one look would benefit him endlessly. Watching for a night, he could ascend on the spot!

Such an opportunity was rare in a century; as long as he didn't die, even if he broke his hands and feet, he had to keep watching.

Xiao Changsheng Dao Fruit, the eternal god!