Chapter 643: Below Grandmaster, fear no one

Some are happy, ten thousand are sad.

A spar, and the whole city's commoners went wild, participating enthusiastically. They participated with real silver and gold, betting that Master Qi would win, that he would end the battle within ten moves, within twenty moves, within fifty moves.

All kinds of bets, with one goal: Master Qi would win.

Result:...

Grandmaster Eunuch Wei personally said that the two were a draw.

On the surface, Chen Guanlou vomited several bowls of blood and should have lost. But he challenged Master Qi, who had been famous for many years, as a rising star, and withstood two hundred moves without falling; saying he won was a bit far-fetched. But saying it was a draw was beyond doubt.

A draw?!

It was actually a draw!

Lost!

The participants all lost!

The bookies were nearly vomiting blood.

They should have made a huge profit, but instead, they made wedding clothes for others.

Infuriating!

The Marquis Prefecture won a full pot, silently making a massive fortune, nearly eating until they were stuffed.

Chen Guanlou himself was also nearly stuffed.

But he hadn't appeared for these days, hiding in a rural manor, disguising himself to heal his injuries. The Marquis Prefecture sent precious medicinal herbs car after car as if they were worthless, telling him to heal his injuries with peace of mind. If he wanted to go into seclusion, even if he secluded himself for three to five years, it wouldn't be a problem. Over at the Heavenly Prison, no one dared to touch his position.

He was a Jiang Jiang Yucheng when he left, and he was still a Jiang Jiang Yucheng when he returned.

Chen Guanlou:...

The days of chewing ginseng like snacks were rich but very boring, yet he couldn't leave.

As the saying goes, one must perform the whole act.

Master Qi next door was in seclusion healing his injuries; if he were jumping around, wouldn't that look very strange? It would be like saying "there is no silver three hundred taels here"!

He silently carved out a territory and feigned seclusion.

This spar had a great harvest. Many questions from the past were answered. Regarding the application of moves, with Master Qi helping him practice, he had already broken away from the "craftsman" style and had his own insights.

Bored, he would disguise himself and go to the market town to join in the fun, listening to books and music, idly watching flowers bloom and fall.

When the first snow fell, the Chief Steward came to the manor to see him and was very gratified to see his complexion had improved a lot.

"The Heir has prepared a three-courtyard residence for you, and the servants and maids have all been arranged properly; you can move in at any time. Go take a look when you have time; if there's anything that doesn't look right, just say the word, and the Marquis Prefecture will naturally send people to renovate it. In addition, the Heir personally selected a few beautiful maids to place in the residence. If you find them pleasing to the eye, use them. If they look ordinary, just use them as ordinary maids. Also, the Heir has selected a few young ladies from prominent families for you, all of whom are proficient in zither, chess, calligraphy, and painting, and are also capable of managing a household, and they are all legitimate daughters. If you are satisfied, choose one to marry. You don't need to worry about the betrothal gifts and the wedding banquet; the Marquis Prefecture will naturally handle it for you."

The Chief Steward rambled on.

Chen Guanlou listened, his brain buzzing.

It seemed Chen Guanfu had arranged everything for him, short of personally giving birth to a son for him.

He didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

"I want the house, and the beautiful maids can stay. But marriage? Forget it! I have no plans to marry for the time being."

"You're not young anymore; it's time to leave an heir to cultivate properly. You've earned such a huge family business; there must be someone to inherit it."

Bah!

The huge family business he earned was naturally for his own use; how could he leave it to incompetent descendants?

According to the law of regression to the mean, his descendants would mostly be at the level of ordinary people; let alone this lifetime, they couldn't surpass him in ten lifetimes.

Rather than watching his descendants squander his money, it was better not to have them in the first place. Anyway, he wouldn't die!

"I am confident I can step into the Grandmaster realm, and my lifespan will far exceed that of ordinary people. Therefore, there is no need to marry and have children. The Chief Steward doesn't need to persuade me anymore; I have long had plans for my own future."

The Chief Steward frowned slightly. "Why not take a look first? In case you find someone you like, you might change your mind."

Even if they were good, could they be as good as Zhong Susu?

Zhong Susu was a rare hidden pulse and also a talented player. He didn't believe these young ladies could compare to Zhong Susu; what kind of joke was that?

He was determined to walk the Martial Path and be a man of a Grandmaster.

If there was a chance in the future, he would definitely go to Cheng Lingzi's territory to wander around and compare himself with Zhong Susu. Whether her talent was awesome, or his Longevity Dao Fruit was superior.

"Could it be that you already have someone in your heart?" the Chief Steward asked.

Chen Guanlou denied it flatly.

He only had appreciation for Zhong Susu, absolutely no liking.

He would not be a sycophant!

"If you have someone in your heart, you might as well say it. I dare not say anything else, but with your current reputation, marrying a princess is feasible."

"The Chief Steward is too exaggerated."

"This old man is absolutely not exaggerating, but stating facts. Since the spar, you are the publicly recognized number one of the young generation in the world."

"Me? Number one?" Then what does Zhong Susu count as? Too exaggerated. Zhong Susu is only in her teens; with that cultivation speed and that realm, having been separated for two years, maybe she has already stepped into the ranks of Ninth Rank martial artists.

"Who put this high hat on me? I don't recognize it!" Chen Guanlou said sonorously. He wouldn't float; he had a clear understanding of himself. He firmly refused to wear the "number one" hat!

A tall tree attracts the wind!

Besides trouble, it was just trouble; those few benefits were not worth mentioning compared to the trouble.

"His Majesty's golden words are not something you can just say you don't recognize."

Chen Guanlou's expression was very disgusted. "Does the Emperor have nothing to do, wanting to meddle in everything?"

"The Emperor wants to suppress Jixia Academy, so naturally, he wants to lift you up high. Besides, your strength is also recognized by Eunuch Wei."

Chen Guanlou felt a bit dejected.

When he challenged Master Qi, he didn't think that much.

Now that he thought about it, he felt it was too high-profile, and he couldn't avoid being used by others, becoming a sharp sword in court struggles. He couldn't control this matter. After all, he wasn't in the court and couldn't control the movements in the court.

"Since the spar, Jixia Academy has announced the closing of its mountain gates. There is still no word on when they will open them. This time, Master Qi was defeated by your hand..."

"It was a draw between him and me." Chen Guanlou corrected.

"A draw is giving face to Jixia Academy. By rights, you are weak and he is strong, yet he couldn't do anything to you; it should be that you won. Jixia Academy lost the spar and lost face; choosing to close the mountain gates afterward is truly normal. In this way, you are the number one of the young generation, and no one in the world has any objections. You are worthy of it!"

Chen Guanlou waved his hand, too lazy to argue about the "number one" hat; let's wear it for now.

He was different from other martial artists.

Other martial artists were all in the martial arts world, liking to emphasize a name and being competitive. He was in the Heavenly Prison, emphasizing harmony to make money, everyone making money together.

Being in two different worlds, it was destined that they wouldn't have intersections on weekdays. Even if someone took the initiative to come to the door, a sentence of "contempt for the imperial court" could openly take the other person down and throw them into the big prison. If a similar situation happened three or five times, he didn't believe there would still be martial artists iron-headed enough to run and find trouble with him.

As for Grandmasters?!

How idle would a Grandmaster have to be to come and find trouble with him?

He was a small person; he hadn't violated national law, he didn't look ugly, and he hadn't provoked a Grandmaster. Who would have such a small capacity to insist on finding trouble with him?

As long as Grandmasters didn't make a move, below Grandmaster, he feared no one! ===== CHAPTER 644 =====