The Supreme Wild Young Master-Chapter 581: Encounter with the Gray Robed Elder Again_1

Chapter 581: Chapter 581: Encounter with the Gray Robed Elder Again_1

There were no particularly rare treasures at the trade fair. After Zhang Xian and the others did a round, they lost interest and prepared to head back home.

Relatively speaking, the trade fair didn’t garner much attention, and only attracted a small crowd looking to test their luck. The really influential people were focused on the impending auction.

Only the best items would be featured in the auction. Even if some unique pieces showed up occasionally, they were always professionally vetted before being put up for sale.

"A disappointing trip," Jing Yi mumbled, rather gloomy.

The old nun shook her head helplessly; they were not very satisfied with the outcome.

"Don’t worry, the auction is still ahead!" Zhang Xian laughed.

The old nun gave a bitter smile, but didn’t respond. She didn’t hold high hopes for the upcoming auction either.

Even though she belonged to an Ancient Sect, their Qing Shui Nunnery was merely at the very bottom of these sects, even less regarded than some Loose Cultivators.

Without substantial wealth or power, what could they possibly bid with? Many times, the end of the auction ushered in the beginning of quarrels. Just having money without power didn’t guarantee a successful outcome.

"Kid..."

Suddenly, a figure dashed over.

"Heh..."

Zhang Xian broke into laughter the moment he saw who it was.

He had been thinking that the old East China Sect fellow would probably come back to the Grand Buddha Temple. As it turned out, the old fellow was indeed here.

"Um..."

The old nun, Jing Yi, and Luo Shuining were a bit worried when they saw the gray-robed elder.

"I still remember the humiliation from last time," the gray-robed elder grumbled angrily.

Zhang Xian laughed, saying, "Well, I’d actually be confused if you didn’t remember! But it doesn’t seem appropriate to make a move here, right? You’re helpless against me, aren’t you? Frustrating, isn’t it?"

"You..." The gray-robed elder was almost seething with rage.

Back in the Dragon Mountain Range, he’d been thoroughly played by Zhang Xian and lost the Thousand Leaf Grass. Afterwards, he was tricked by Zhang Xian again, essentially benefiting him at his own cost.

The first two incidents were begrudgingly acceptable, but what he couldn’t stand was the third incident at the Tatamu Mountain Range. He fatefully ran into Zhang Xian again and was fooled once more.

Not knowing what misfortune plagued his past life, in this lifetime he had to deal with this jerk, driving him to the edge of insanity.

"What’s wrong with me?"

Zhang Xian grinned, "Don’t think you can be lawless just because you’re a Grandmaster. The Grand Buddha Temple also has Grandmasters, who are even more powerful than you."

"Kid, don’t get cocky."

The gray-robed elder gritted his teeth, "There will come a day when I will get you."

"Sorry to burst your bubble, but that chance won’t come." Zhang Xian laughed, completely ignoring the old man’s threats.

In the past, he might’ve had some apprehensions. But now, even without Blood Soul’s help, he wasn’t afraid of this old fellow. If it really came to a fight, the outcome was still uncertain.

"Hmph..." The gray-robed elder snorted coldly, turned, and walked away.

He knew why Zhang Xian was here, definitely for the auction. After getting duped by Zhang Xian multiple times, he surmised Zhang Xian had some valuable goods on his hands.

Instead of starting a brawl with Zhang Xian now and offend the Grand Buddha Temple, he’d rather endure for a few more days. After the auction ended, he could seize an opportunity to claim revenge and make a profit.

"Zhang Xian, we’re in trouble now." The old nun worried, "This fellow, he holds a grudge."

Jing Yi and Luo Shuining also wore expressions of concern. The character of the East China Sect was no secret to them. There was a saying in their Ancient Sects, that they would rather offend the Grand Buddha Temple and Broken Sword Sect, than to cross the East China Sect. Even though the East China Sect was ranked third among their Ancient Sects, they were notoriously cunning and deceitful, willing to use any means necessary to achieve their goals.

Zhang Xian smiled, saying, "What’s there to fear? If I can outwit him the first, second, and third times, then I can certainly do it for the fourth. This old fellow, upon encountering me, is destined to meet a tragic end."

"You... you outwitted him three times?" The old nun asked incredulously.

Jing Yi and Luo Shuining also looked at Zhang Xian.

They knew about the fight for the Thousand Leaf Grass and the Golden-Haired Monkey King incident. But what was the story of this third time?

At that moment, they felt sorry for the gray-robed elder. Just losing the Thousand Leaf Grass was one thing, but after the Golden-Haired Monkey King incident, they once thought he would die from fury.

"Yes, three times."

Zhang Xian chuckled, "Once for the Thousand Leaf Grass, once for the Golden-Haired Monkey King, and the third time was at the Tatamu Mountain Range. At that time, he wanted to harm my friend, but ended up being outwitted by me."

The old nun, Jing Yi, and Luo Shuining looked at each other, unsure of what to say.

Zhang Xian, while very capable, was no match for the Grandmaster might of the gray-robed elder. They couldn’t understand how Zhang Xian could repeatedly outwit the elder.

By now, the gray-robed elder probably wanted to flay Zhang Xian, rip his flesh to shreds, and swallow him whole, right?

...

In some guesthouse nestled within Liu Lin, within one of its rooms.

As a few middle-aged men walked in, Chris, sitting on the sofa, stood up and said with a smile, "Have a seat, everyone!"

Upon his instruction, the group sat down on the sofa across from Chris.

"Some time ago, we suffered heavy losses in South Africa. Not only did we fail to unify the mercenary world, we also lost two Grandmasters and several Innate level experts."

Chris took out a cigarette case and distributed cigarettes to everyone. Lighting one for himself, he said, "This time, we cannot afford to fail. The organization is furious. If we don’t deliver some results soon, I fear the organization will question our capabilities and replace us."

"You can relax, we won’t fail this time." a middle-aged man assured.

Another middle-aged man nodded, "Yes, capturing a couple of people isn’t difficult for us, as long as we don’t cross paths with a Grandmaster."

Chris said, "I’ll deal with the grandmasters. You guys only need to capture the Innate masters."

"No problem."

The first to speak, a middle-aged man laughed, "Though we’re just a few people, our power far surpasses those of the Innate masters. They can’t do anything against us."

"Don’t be careless."

Chris reminded them, "Even though you all have Grandmaster Realm’s power, Huaxia’s Ancient Martial Arts Practitioners are stronger than you, be extremely careful during the battle, don’t make mistakes."

"How strong can they be?"

The middle-aged man said, "If they are grandmasters, we might not have the strength to battle them, but if they are only Innates, they can’t cause us much trouble."

"Humph..."

Chris coldly said, "In case we encounter a Peak Innate Realm master, you guys better be careful. In the past, there were cases of Western grandmasters losing to Innate masters."

"I’m saying, Chris, you weren’t intimidated by that kid, were you?" A middle-aged man laughed.

Chris’s face turned cold, he looked at the man and asked, "What do you mean?"

"Hehe, I’m just casually asking." The man laughed.

Hearing this, Chris’s face was ominously dark.

For him, losing to Zhang Xian was his taboo. Unfortunately, the man in front of him was poking his sensitive spot.

"Enough talk, let’s go survey the place."

A bald man stood up, "If we fail again this time, we’ll have to face the organization’s punishment. We have never experienced that before, but you guys should be able to imagine how it feels."

"I’m leaving first." A middle-aged man stood up, chuckling as he left the room.

Seeing this, Chris and the others also left the room one after another. After multiple failures, they couldn’t afford to lose again.

...

That night, after dinner.

The old nun, Jing Yi, Luo Shuining, and Blood Soul returned to the hotel first. Zhang Xian and Mo Shaoyun strolled along the street, shoulder to shoulder.

Looking at the colorful street, a smile occasionally appeared on Mo Shaoyun’s stunning face.

Actually, she rarely smiled, her personality was rather cold.

Today was an exception, she got to walk with Zhang Xian on a bustling street with no disruptions or distractions, just the two of them close together, bridging the gap between their hearts.

Zhang Xian turned his head and looked at Mo Shaoyun, he surprisingly remained silent, not disrupting the ’tranquility’ of the moment.

All along, on the issue of romance, he hadn’t confronted it directly. Given his situation, it was hard for him to confront it as he had too many considerations and couldn’t focus.

At this moment, seeing that Mo Shaoyun seemed to be enjoying their alone time, he didn’t have the heart to disrupt it. Such opportunities didn’t come often for the ladies.

"Why aren’t you saying anything?" Mo Shaoyun turned her head and asked.

Zhang Xian laughed, replying, "I feel that silence is golden at this moment. I don’t know what to say."

"You’re rarely serious." Mo Shaoyun said.

Zhang Xian looked baffled, "Elder Sister Shaoyun, why does what you said make me feel uncomfortable? What do you mean I’m rarely serious? So in your eyes, I hardly ever act seriously?"

"Depends on the situation!"

Mo Shaoyun responded, "Generally, when you’re in front of us girls, you’re not very serious. As for other times, I don’t know."

"Give me your hand." Zhang Xian stretched out his hand.

Mo Shaoyun frowned, asking, "What are you trying to do?"

"Give me." Zhang Xian responded.

Mo Shaoyun hesitated for a moment before extending her small hand.

"Let’s go!"

Zhang Xian, holding Mo Shaoyun’s hand, leisurely walked in a certain direction.

"Where are we going?"

Zhang Xian responded, "I don’t know, let’s just keep walking."

Mo Shaoyun bit her slightly red lower lip, trailing behind Zhang Xian as she used the corner of her eye to observe Zhang Xian’s distinguished profile.

After a while, seeing that Zhang Xian remained silent, just gently holding her hand and slowly walking along the street, her eyes inevitably revealed a soft romantic sentiment.

The streetlights shone, the neon lights flickered, under the multicolored glow, she felt that Zhang Xian was incredibly handsome at the moment. His chiseled profile made her feel somewhat intoxicated. Even though she had always thought Zhang Xian was quite good-looking, sometimes he acted quite vulgarly, losing all his charm, and no matter how handsome he was, he was just a shell.

At this moment, Zhang Xian gave her a feeling of reliability, as if he had transformed from a boy into a man in an instant.

"Dammit, are you blind?"

Suddenly, a roar came from a distance, shattering Mo Shaoyun’s short-lived sweetness.

On that part of the street, several strange-looking middle-aged men with short swords hanging from their backs were surrounding a little girl, punching and kicking her.

"Let’s go check it out."

Zhang Xian frowned, leading Mo Shaoyun towards them.

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