Chapter 113: Whose Young Master?

Ye Shaohua's eyes seemed about to burst into flame; he stared fixedly at Hao Pengjie and said, each word deliberate, "Are you sure you're not joking?"

"Do I have any reason to joke?"

Hao Pengjie helplessly spread his hands and said, "It's precisely because his spirit power is a realm higher than mine that I gave up the challenge..."

After receiving the confirmation, Ye Shaohua's body went rigid, as if something had suddenly drifted away, impossible to grasp.

Seeing his blank face, Hao Pengjie felt a pang of pity and stepped forward to pat his shoulder.

"Brother, heed my advice: don't go against Lu Jing. You're not his match; find a chance to admit your mistake..."

Ye Shaohua said nothing, lowered his head, his expression dreadfully grim.

After a while, he finally came to himself and forced a smile, "Hmm, got it, I will."

Having said that, he turned and left, though his steps were a bit unsteady.

Watching Ye Shaohua's departing back, Hao Pengjie sighed.

He wanted to say more about Lu Jing's deeds at the training camp, but ultimately kept it unsaid.

If Ye Shaohua learned that Lu Jing's fist power rivals a master's and that he had also tamed a sub‑dragon, he would probably go in person to apologize.

Hmm, probably would.

Hao Pengjie knows Ye Shaohua: narrow‑minded and vengeful.

A similar scene unfolded in the Feng family of Dongchuan Province.

The silver‑templedged head of the Feng family, Feng Jianye, stared in astonishment at the dust‑covered Feng Xinglan.

"My dear eldest son, is what you just said true?"

"Of course, that Lu Jing is truly too strong; if he fought me at full power, I doubt I could last ten seconds against him."

"Ah no, five seconds, at most five seconds; that time depends on whether he attacks me immediately."

Feng Jianye swallowed, his rugged single‑brow furrowing, "I see you've been here a few days; your strength has improved a lot. Still can't handle that Lu Jing?"

Feng Xinglan shrugged, casually saying, "Dad, my strength has risen, but could it be that his improvement outpaces mine? And his speed is even faster than mine..."

"And such a monster?" Feng Jianye was startled again, "To outpace us Feng clan members in speed is indeed extraordinary."

Feng Jianye appeared merely surprised, but inside he was cursing furiously, just not showing it before his son.

Damn!

What joke are you pulling on me?

You, a Wind-type Talent Endowed with Blood Qi of the four realms, plus the ancestral Wind Walking Step, and you still can't outrun some nameless kid who popped out of nowhere?

Feng Xinglan, seeing his father's expression turn vivid, added, "He must have also mastered some body technique, and its grade is stronger than our Wind Walking Step!"

"Moreover, Lu Jing is a Spirit-type Talent Endowed; my speed is meaningless to him, he always pinpoints my position precisely, so… there's no chance to fight!"

With that, Feng Jianye fell completely silent.

"Stronger than the Wind Walking Step?"

He recalled, looking across Huaguo's body‑movement heritage, that the Wind Walking Step truly ranks only mid‑tier.

Thinking that, Feng Jianye's complexion gradually normalized, and he exhaled, "Seems Dongchuan Province has produced another remarkable figure..."

Anwu City.

Inside the Martial Association Building.

In a reception room, Chairman Xu Xingwu, flushed, was greeting an elderly man whose beard was all white.

"Old Yao, what wind blew you here today?"

He finished speaking, waved his hand, and signaled the female assistant beside him to bring tea.

Yao Shaoyuan also wore a smile; it seemed the two had a good private rapport.

He reached for the tea the assistant offered, took a small sip, and his eyes instantly brightened.

"Xu Xingwu, you old thing, how's life treating you?"

"What, you like it?"

Xu Xingwu wasn't offended by the "old thing" remark; his smile grew broader, "If you like it, take some later; I have plenty here, all gifts from friends."

Yao Shaoyuan didn't hold back either, nodded and laughed, "I'm here to fetch my granddaughter home, and passing by your place, I thought I'd drop in to see you."

"Your granddaughter's here too; why not bring her in for me to see?" Xu Xingwu turned toward the doorway, "If I recall correctly, her name is Yao Rong, right? The last time I saw her she was still a child, a petite girl, always a delight…"

Before Xu Xingwu could finish, the two‑meter‑high doorway was suddenly packed, and a burly figure forced its way in.

"Um..."

Xu Xingwu was stunned, nearly choking on his tea, "Ahem, what's this?"

"This is Rongrong, didn't you hold her before? How come you can't recognize her now?"

Yao Shaoyuan quickly ushered Yao Rong in, "Rongrong, go greet Grandpa Xu."

"Grandpa Xu, hello."

Yao Rong lowered her head daintily, her voice starkly mismatched with her appearance.

"Good, good…" Xu Xingwu, bewildered, nodded.

Yao Shaoyuan, looking at his granddaughter and growing more pleased, couldn't help bragging to Xu Xingwu, "Old Xu, I picked Rongrong up from the Genius Training Camp today; she's improved a lot there!"

"Genius Training Camp?"

Xu Xingwu was slightly startled, then remembered something; if nothing unexpected occurs, Lu Jing should be back soon.

Originally, his city had produced a genius like Lu Jing, and Xu Xingwu was waiting for promotion, but, as luck would have it, Lu Jing offended the provincial Martial Association chairman's grandson.

Now trying to climb the ladder via Lu Jing is probably impossible, and the biggest worry is whether that kid Lu Jing can endure those people's retaliation.

Xu Xingwu thought, his heart worrying for Lu Jing; he glanced at Yao Rong, and a plan suddenly formed.

The two are of similar age; if matched together, wouldn't Lu Jing essentially be holding onto a sturdy thigh?

The Yao Martial Hall's influence is massive, with branches nationwide, its halls filled with masters, and Yao Rong is the next‑generation successor…

Xu Xingwu's eyes lit up instantly, he put down the teacup in his hand, and said: "What a coincidence, I also have a junior who attended the same batch of the genius training camp as Rongrong."

Moreover, he is very talented; at just eighteen years old this year, he already possesses the strength of a four-realm Martial Artist; in our Anwu City, that's quite famous!

How about it? Rongrong, are you interested in meeting him? I think you two would get along quite well.

After saying that, Xu Xingwu's face showed a hint of pride.

Lu Jing's talent is so high; using him as a match for Yao Rong would be more than enough.

"Four-realm strength?"

Yao Shaoyuan's facial expression showed no change, and even carried a hint of disdain.

"I say, Old Xu, you're trying to play matchmaker like the Moon Elder, but you still need to consider matching families; I don't know which family this young man is from."