Chapter 296: Chapter 296
Finally, like the old man, everyone doubted whether a servant could have such profound musical accomplishments.
"Miss Mo Yu, please don't joke around." The old man was somewhat displeased. Even though he was at a disadvantage, he wouldn't stand for being toyed with.
Indeed, if not for wanting Xiaoyao, he could actually leave at will. The Young Miss and her companion couldn't stop him, unless the Young Miss had more powerful allies.
Of course, at this moment, he overlooked Xiaoyao's existence, because Xiaoyao simply didn't catch his eye, at least not in terms of martial prowess.
"Who's joking with you? On my territory, my word is absolute, golden words from jade mouth, promises worth a thousand gold..." The Young Miss spoke arrogantly, adding many beautiful descriptive terms for herself.
"Miss Mo Yu, such word usage is redundant and contradictory," Nangong Su corrected. This was just her habitual behavior, not specifically targeting the Young Miss.
In the military camp, she needed to pay attention to the Young Miss's every word and action, and if there were errors, they needed correction.
Regarding the Young Miss's word choice, Xiaoyao had no complaints at all, because the other party was the Young Miss. Even if she were talking about himself, he couldn't have any grievances, much less when she was talking about others.
"He really is your servant," the old man asked somewhat dazedly, seeing that Young Miss Mo Yu didn't seem to be joking. He wanted to confirm.
"If he's not mine, is he yours? Stop wasting words. Get ready quickly, don't say I'm bullying an old man later," the Young Miss continued reminding the old man. She hadn't forgotten her purpose, to beat down the old man before her.
Although her words seemed very respectful toward the elderly, she didn't actually treat this old man as an elder, merely as an opponent, a formidable opponent.
Even without Xiaoyao's matter, she would have found ways to spar with this old man. Now it was even more so.
"Wait before fighting. Since he's just a servant, could I temporarily borrow him? I can agree to any conditions," the old man immediately began negotiations. Even knowing this matter was somewhat doubtful, it wasn't what concerned him most.
"No conditions whatsoever, not lending." The Young Miss refused quite decisively.
"...Just borrowing for a while. I guarantee he won't lose a single hair." The old man fell silent for a moment. He could understand that the Young Miss cared greatly about Xiaoyao. Was this really just a servant?
Although the old man harbored such doubts, he didn't have time to investigate now. He needed to negotiate conditions, and before these conditions, he needed to promise one thing first, Xiaoyao's safety.
"Not lending." The Young Miss was still very decisive.
As the person involved, Xiaoyao didn't speak. This wasn't because he was letting the Young Miss make decisions for him, but because he was too lazy to talk with the opponent. He also knew the Young Miss couldn't possibly agree to the other party, so he took the musical score he had casually picked up to study again, verifying what he had just played.
At this time, he noticed Nangong Su was also watching from the side without speaking, just staring at the musical score. Even when she finished and was eager to see the next page, she didn't speak up to urge him.
So he asked, "Third Miss, are you interested in this score?"
"Mm." Nangong Su nodded. She showed no coyness or pretense, because she knew it wasn't necessary with Xiaoyao.
"Then after I finish reading, I'll give it to you," Xiaoyao didn't immediately give it to Nangong Su, but said he'd finish reading first. There was no need to rush at this moment.
"It's fine. I've also seen it and memorized it all. There are some parts I don't quite understand, but after hearing your performance, I seem to have gained some insights and want to verify them." Nangong Su shook her head. She had already seen this score before Xiaoyao arrived and had even made a copy to study at home. This wasn't her first time seeing it.
As she said, her sudden desire to look now was because she had gained some insights, discovered she might understand some things she didn't before, and wanted to verify her thoughts.
However, even without this reason, she would still take a look. She never tired of reading such scores and poetry collections. Right now she had nothing else to do, even if the Young Miss couldn't handle the current situation, her sister was there to back her up. Therefore, the only thing she could do was study "Laughing at the Vast Sea" together with Xiaoyao.
"I also have some insights. We can research together..." Xiaoyao nodded, his eyes never leaving the score.
"Mm." Nangong Su nodded.
So the two ignored what they should have paid attention to, studying the score among the crowd, occasionally discussing in low voices, as if completely detached from the current situation, everything having nothing to do with them. This made everyone feel helpless.
Regarding this, the Young Miss paid no attention, just rubbing her fists together wanting a big fight, to beat up the old man before her. Mm, beat him up and spare his life, I'm very merciful.
"Stop talking so much, let's fight."
The old man wanted to say something more, but was interrupted by the Young Miss. She threw a punch with full power, and the punch's wind immediately exploded in all directions. The ground that her fist passed over, even just parallel to it, began to crack from the punch's wind.
That momentum, that destructive power, this was enough to prove the Young Miss's formidable strength, already at the top tier of the continent.
At the same time, this property-damaging approach also proved her crab-like behavior as Qingyun City's tyrant, making everyone feel very wise, fortunately they were far away, or they would have been unlucky.
Even so, everyone felt it still wasn't quite enough and retreated further back. Although there was nowhere left to retreat, they still tried hard.
Why was there nowhere to retreat?
"Move back a bit more, please."
"Pleading with us is useless. There's simply no space behind us. Who told you to grab the front spots earlier? Now that there's trouble, just block it yourselves." The people behind adopted a completely "devil take the hindmost" attitude.
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The old man wanted the Young Miss to stop, but she completely ignored him. She wanted to fight first and talk later. She didn't want to negotiate anything, because she feared that continued talking might bring changes that would prevent the fight.
Emperor Level martial artists were very rare, she didn't want to lose such an opportunity to spar with someone.
Seeing this situation, the old man frowned, then did something that surprised everyone, he turned and left, disappearing instantly into the vast sea of people.
As an Emperor Level martial artist, and this being in a busy district with such dense crowds, escaping was very simple. Even if there was a world-class expert here, unless they were determined to kill and disregarded the safety of onlookers, they might be able to catch him, but it was only "might."
"Damn useless old coward. If you have guts, don't run. Fight me." The Young Miss roared angrily. She was very displeased and even somewhat furious about the old man's escape.
"Young Miss, stop shouting, it's useless. This old man is very shrewd and has great patience." Xiaoyao spoke up to remind her, then went back to talking with Nangong Su.
"You can tell he has great patience to have stayed here so long." Nangong Suxin said, somewhat worried. "I'm just afraid such a person won't give up on you."
"Then from now on, Xiaoyao, you stay with me and I'll protect you." The Young Miss came to Xiaoyao's side and spoke to him, looking like "I'm the boss and I've got your back."
"No need. I have hundreds of methods to prevent him from getting close to me," Xiaoyao shook his head nonchalantly. "You two are just one of them..."
Both the Young Miss and Nangong Suxin felt slightly dejected, but only slightly. They believed what Xiaoyao said, Xiaoyao had many methods. Even without martial prowess, he would have many ways. Even they couldn't do anything to Xiaoyao.
Speaking of martial prowess, they seemed to have discovered something that surprised them a bit.
"Eh, little servant, you've actually reached General Level," Nangong Suxin looked at Xiaoyao in surprise.
"Yes, when did you reach General Level?" The Young Miss was also very surprised.
In fact, their surprise wasn't just because they understood Xiaoyao's progress, but also because he was Xiaoyao. If it were someone else, even with Xiaoyao's progress, they wouldn't find anything particularly surprising about it.
Because for them, such progress wasn't much. Although much faster than ordinary geniuses, it still wasn't as fast as their speed.
The reason for their surprise was that they cared about Xiaoyao, considered him one of their own. Only for people you care about, even the slightest achievement, even if just average compared to others, would make you feel happy and surprised.
If they knew Xiaoyao actually wasn't slower than them, they would definitely be even more surprised. The speed they knew was only Xiaoyao's speed after he left them, not his speed after Chi Chi's slumber, these were not the same concept.
If they knew, they would definitely be jealous. They had fought desperately, hovering on the edge of life and death to achieve such speed, while Xiaoyao was relaxed every day, at least it seemed very relaxed to them. To have such speed in such circumstances, how could this not make them feel jealous, envious, and resentful?
Of course, at times , everyone including them often overlooked one thing, that Xiaoyao had been cultivating basic skills for over ten years, something very few people throughout history could achieve, and only a handful had successfully become strong through this method.