Chapter 41: Wang Ye

Wang Ai showed not the slightest concern.

He glanced at Lu Jin and said, “Your disciple is a primordial anomaly, one born with innate supernatural ability. My grandson Wang Bing is merely a postnatal anomaly. How can they be compared? All this talk—your meaning is simply that Itachi dare not?”

Lu Jin hesitated slightly; their voices had grown loud enough to draw the attention of every spectator present.

At this point, if Lu Jin refused, he would lose face completely.

Luo Fu, seeing this, stepped confidently to Lu Jin’s side and said, “Master, rest assured—I haven’t even shown my true strength yet. Let me test the worth of Wang Family’s direct heir, the so-called Four Great Families’ Wang Bing.”

Lu Jin frowned, uneasy: “Are Itachi certain? I’ve heard Wang Ai dotes on this great-grandson of his. Letting Itachi fight him is far too risky!!”

“If my life is truly so precious, how could I possibly die at the hands of this Wang Bing?” Luo Fu said with confidence.

With a decisive heart, Lu Jin turned straight to Wang Ai and said, “Fine!! Let Master Zhang adjust the match order—next up, let my disciple face your grandson!”

After both sides agreed, Lu Jin immediately brought Luo Fu back to the spectator stands.

Though the arrangement was settled, changing the match order could only be postponed until the next day.

After all, any voluntary adjustment must not interfere with the official schedule of the Luotian Da Jiao.

With Zhang Zhiwei’s approval, the revised list was quickly released.

Wang Bing was moved to Luo Fu’s match lane, set as the first bout of the next day.

Though the younger generation of anomalies delivered dazzling matches, the spectators, their expectations now raised, all looked forward to tomorrow’s clash between Luo Fu and Wang Bing.

After the day’s matches ended,

Lu Jin directly gathered Luo Fu and the members of the Lu Family Troupe to his residence.

“Luo Fu, though Itachi’ve learned much about anomalies, some truths remain unknown to Itachi. Wang Bing is no opponent to be taken lightly,” Lu Jin sat upright and said to Cang Long, “Cang Long, Itachi’ve gathered intelligence on anomalies before. Tell Luo Fu about Wang Bing!”

“Yes, Master Lu,” Cang Long bowed slightly and said seriously, “Wang Bing is the direct great-grandson of Wang Ai, head of the Wang Family. He is deeply favored by Master Wang Ai. The Wang Family’s ancestral technique is called Divine Painting—simply put, it summons things drawn on paper. Rumors say it can even seal a person inside a painting. Be extremely cautious when Itachi face him tomorrow.”

Lu Jin added, “Divine Painting is an unusual ability. I’ve seen many in my day. I suspect Wang Ai will prepare several powerful scrolls for that little brat tomorrow. But don’t worry—we Lu Family disdains such tricks. Yet if Wang Ai truly has no shame, I’ll make him regret it tomorrow. Your match is between Itachi youths—but if he dares to cheat behind the scenes, I’ll step in myself!”

“Great-grandfather, won’t Itachi at least give Luo Fu some help?” Lu Linglong asked, unable to bear it.

“The Lu Family has no ancestral cultivation method,” Lu Jin explained. “I could indeed provide Luo Fu with tools to defeat that little brat Wang Bing—but if he uses them, it would become impossible to explain.”

Luo Fu understood Lu Jin’s concern perfectly.

The Lu Family’s ancient rule forbids disciples who join other sects from ever revealing their new sect’s teachings—even to their own blood.

This was a thousand-year rule; it could not be broken by Lu Jin’s generation.

On one hand, the Lu Family’s ancient rule; on the other, Luo Fu—the disciple he valued above all as the heir of San Yi Sect—Lu Jin’s inner turmoil was plain.

After a moment’s hesitation, Lu Jin’s eyes suddenly lit up: “Ah! Itachi’re not just my disciple—Itachi have another master too. Don’t forget Master Tian! How could he not offer Itachi something before Itachi face that little brat Wang Bing?”

Before he finished speaking, Lu Jin rose instantly and dragged Luo Fu straight toward Tian Jinzhong’s residence.

Though Tian Jinzhong was crippled, he was Master Zhang Zhiwei’s younger brother and one of only two surviving disciples of the former Tian Shi, Zhang Jingqing.

Lu Jin was certain that if he brought Luo Fu to Tian Jinzhong, even if nothing else, Tian Jinzhong would at least give him something to ensure his survival.

As long as Luo Fu isn’t instantly killed by that little brat Wang Bing tomorrow, he’ll have time to step onto the field himself and challenge Wang Ai, that shameless old man.

When Luo Fu was dragged by Lu Jin to the entrance of Tian Jinzhong’s residence,

As soon as they entered, they heard commotion from the neighboring house.

The neighboring house was none other than Master Zhang Zhiwei’s residence.

And right now, Wang Ye of the Wudang Sect was seeking instruction from Zhang Zhiwei.

Though their exchange was brief, Luo Fu and Zhang Zhiwei’s arrival happened to coincide with that instant of disturbance next door.

“Brother!” Tian Jinzhong sensed the golden aura emanating from Zhang Zhiwei and felt a sharp pang of worry.

Seeing this, Lu Jin leapt over the wall, landing in the next yard, and told Luo Fu, “Luo Fu, watch over your Master Tian—join me shortly!”

“Quickly!” Tian Jinzhong urged, “Luo Fu, push me next door! Your shibo just engaged someone—he must be in trouble!”

By the time Luo Fu and Tian Jinzhong arrived,

Wang Ye was panting, embarrassed as he faced Lu Jin’s teasing.

As soon as he entered, Tian Jinzhong blurted out, “Brother, what was that just now…?”

Zhang Zhiwei laughed heartily: “Nothing much—just playing with this kid. Didn’t expect it to draw your attention!”

Zhang Zhiwei glanced at Wang Ye and said, “Young Wang Ye, go back now. I’ll judge your performance from here on.”

“Yes!” Wang Ye bowed deeply, cast a meaningful look at Luo Fu, then left the courtyard.

Once Wang Ye was gone, Zhang Zhiwei said, “I knew it—old Lu, Itachi wouldn’t come here at this hour without a reason. Speak up—what do Itachi want?”

“Who wants to come to your place? I brought Luo Fu to visit his Master Tian. I only came because I sensed Itachi were fighting—Jinzhong was worried, so I came myself!” Lu Jin lied without blinking.

Zhang Zhiwei shook his head with a smile and looked at Luo Fu: “Boy, Itachi came to beg help from your Master Tian, didn’t Itachi?”

(End of Chapter)