Chapter 1040: Betting

"I'll go find Third Brother and Fourth Sister and see where they've run off to."

Yin Qingjun's eyes lit up: "Master, take me with you."

Yin Song turned to ask Seeing Miao Zhen: "Miao Zhen, would you like to come with me?"

Seeing Miao Zhen hesitated, then shook her head: "I must stay at the Imperial Astronomical Bureau and the Ministry of Works—I have enough here to study for years."

Yin Song sighed: "Fine, you're practically becoming Little Sister's disciple."

Pan Yun pretended not to hear his bitter remark, pinched her fingers in calculation, then said: "I've calculated it—next summer, Third Brother and Fourth Sister will definitely appear in Guangzhou."

Yin Song immediately pinched his fingers to calculate; after a long while, his face filled with confusion: "Why? How can I not see it?"

Pan Yun: "Wanna bet?"

Yin Song didn't hesitate: "Bet!"

Wang Feiyin slapped his head: "Again with the betting? How much have you lost at the Imperial Astronomical Bureau over the years?"

Yin Song shrank his neck and fell silent.

Wang Feiyin glared at Pan Yun: "You don't learn the good things, only everyone's bad habits."

Pan Yun sighed: "Bad habits are too easy, too easy to learn."

Pan Yun reluctantly stepped back: "Fine, no bet—but I guarantee that next summer, Third Brother and Fourth Sister will definitely appear in Guangzhou. If Second Brother still hasn't found them by then, just go to Guangzhou."

Yin Song's heart stirred; he glanced at Wang Feiyin—could the Third Marquis and First Marquis really be this different?

He considered himself superior in divination to his senior and junior siblings—how could Little Sister, just by pinching her fingers, see what he couldn't?

Yin Song's gaze turned mournful—had Big Brother hidden this so well? Was he afraid of crushing my confidence?

No, he wouldn't.

He'd only ignite my determination!

So Big Brother should've told me this difference sooner!

Wang Feiyin's eyes briefly flickered with doubt, but he quickly suppressed it, urging Yin Song and his disciple to leave quickly and not linger in Jingcheng.

"Take good care of Qingjun—he's only made progress this past year; you must push him hard, don't let him slack off."

Yin Song agreed; behind him, Yin Qingjun blushed, stole a quick glance at his three junior siblings, and felt humiliated.

But then he thought of Big Brother, who was even worse—and instantly felt balanced. Yes, he was just that good at not torturing himself.

Just find someone worse than you.

Wang Feiyin seemed to know what he was thinking, and asked dryly: "Then if you're comparing for temple chores—who do you compare yourself to?"

Yin Qingjun looked at his three junior siblings.

Pan Yun grew curious and pressed: "What if you compare medical skills?"

Yin Qingjun looked at Seeing Miao Zhen.

Seeing Miao Zhen's medical skill truly couldn't match Yin Qingjun's.

Pan Yun: "What about Daoist arts?"

Yin Qingjun looked at Miao He and Tao Yanbai.

Perfect—every one was just above average, nothing outstanding.

Pan Yun gave him a thumbs-up: "Keep it up. With this mindset, you'll never get depressed."

Wang Feiyin couldn't even scold him—he was exactly like this; all Mount Sanqing disciples shared the same trait: never make things hard on themselves.

So Wang Feiyin simply grabbed both their necks and tossed them out the door—out of sight, out of mind—to give himself peace.

Seeing Miao Zhen and the other two immediately scattered like birds and beasts, leaving voluntarily to spare Wang Feiyin the trouble of throwing them out.