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Chapter 140: Celestial Aura
“Haha, it seems you are one of us, my friend. What a fine banquet, yet you pretend to be refined and avoid eating. You're only making things harder for yourself,” a young man beside Yang Xiaoyou said, as he scooped some chilled caviar onto his plate while smiling at him.
In terms of demeanor, he was the only one nearby who could rival Yang Xiaoyou's natural grace.
“Hmm, you have a point.” Facing the young man who had approached him, Yang Xiaoyou didn’t want to engage much. He casually picked up some food and prepared to move on to another area of the gathering.
However, the cheerful young man followed him with his plate and said, “You seem a bit out of place here; you must not attend these banquets often.”
Seeing the overly familiar fellow trailing behind him, Yang Xiaoyou felt a bit annoyed. Did he really have to chew slowly just because someone was following him? It would be a shame to waste all this food he rarely got to enjoy.
“Yeah, something like that.” While thinking about how to shake off this fellow, Yang Xiaoyou absentmindedly replied. His eyes kept scanning around for an opportunity.
“Hey, who is that Taoist?” After glancing around, Yang Xiaoyou noticed an elderly man in Taoist robes who seemed completely out of place in the surroundings. With his celestial aura, he appeared even more like a master than Yuan Fangzi.
Surrounding him were several well-dressed middle-aged men, likely the bosses attending the banquet.
Yang Xiaoyou remembered that the person who had given her that ornament was a Taoist as well; could it be this very man?
Many wealthy individuals in the Chinese Empire believed in feng shui and fortune-telling. Although most practitioners today were frauds, a few capable individuals could indeed provide valuable insights based on their observations. Once recognized as masters, these few would quickly rise in status and wealth.
A Taoist figure being present here certainly suggested he might be the one Qin Yao referred to.
“Even I can’t sense any of his aura; could his realm be higher than that of Senior Yuan Fangzi?” After carefully observing the man for a moment, Yang Xiaoyou was taken aback.
Although he hadn’t sensed Yuan Fangzi beforehand, he felt an underlying force upon seeing him for the first time. Unlike martial artists who were restricted by certain limitations, those who reached the pinnacle of Taoist cultivation found it difficult to conceal their natural aura unless they were at an extraordinary level like Dream Butterfly.
The person before him had completely concealed their presence, achieving a state of true simplicity and purity.
Upon making this discovery, Yang Xiaoyou felt a hint of astonishment. Had he truly been viewing the world from a narrow perspective? Although such a Taoist master might lack combat prowess, their realm was terrifyingly high. Perhaps their physical constitution was equally formidable? How could someone of such age manage to suppress their own aura with sheer vitality?
"Brother, you really aren't familiar with this place. Asking the master here is quite renowned throughout JS Province. Countless wealthy individuals come seeking divination, yet he only performs three readings a day," said the young man who had been trying to get close to Yang Xiaoyou. He seemed quite knowledgeable about the Taoist priest and casually shared his information.
"Ask? What a domineering title," Yang Xiaoyou frowned upon hearing this. If it were anyone else using such a title, they would likely be ridiculed. However, if the person before him was indeed as he suspected, it would make sense.
Yang Xiaoyou was eager to find someone of sufficient cultivation to discuss and spar with, and since the target had appeared, he had no reason to let this opportunity slip away.
Although the environment here wasn't particularly suitable, Yang Xiaoyou still prepared to approach and leave a good impression for future inquiries.
Just as he stepped in front of the group and contemplated whether to release a hint of his own aura to attract attention, he was momentarily stunned by the scene that unfolded before him.
"Enough, enough. Since Peng Jushi is so sincere, take this consecrated bracelet. I have worn this jade bracelet for many years; it has absorbed some of my essence. It should help you with the difficulties you face," said the elderly man as he stroked his beard and retrieved a jade bracelet from his Dao robe's sleeve, handing it to a middle-aged man with a beaming smile.
The man received the bracelet as if it were a treasure, continuously expressing his gratitude.
"Uh, could it be that his realm is so high that I can't even sense the aura of a jade bracelet?" Yang Xiaoyou rubbed his temples and then opened his eyes again to stare at the bracelet for a while. Not only did he fail to sense any aura, but in his eyes, it appeared to be an ordinary piece of jewelry.
He then looked at the old Taoist with an expression of curiosity.
If there truly existed someone capable of infusing an object with their own aura without it being sensed by others, then even if that person had minimal abilities, they could likely kill with just a glance if they wished.
Clearly,
The possibility of such an existence was infinitesimally close to zero.
As an Original Infected Body, even his mental evolution surpassed that of Dream Butterfly; Yang Xiaoyou did not believe that other beings with malformed brains could achieve such feats.
Upon realizing this, Yang Xiaoyou carefully observed the old Taoist again and noticed that the fellow's steps and demeanor did not reach the natural realm of unity with the earth that Yuan Fangzi possessed.
At first, Yang Xiaoyou thought that the other party was returning to simplicity, having transcended nature and embodying its essence. However, it became clear after the jade pendant was revealed.
"What the heck! Where did this big talker come from?" After hearing how much Boss Peng intended to donate in incense money, Yang Xiaoyou felt a black line form on his forehead, and his mouth twitched uncontrollably.
Indeed, once fame creates a preconceived impression in others, it tends to autonomously enhance positive Aspects, even if the person is in the wrong; others will automatically find various excuses and reasons to support them.
"How could a fellow living so comfortably expect my grandmother to help fund repairs for the temple? At least he offered this bracelet; what a scam." Shaking his head, Yang Xiaoyou immediately changed his original plan. Although he did not alter his direction, he walked straight past several fellows toward another table across the room.
"However, since he has reached this position relying on deception, it seems that fellow must have some other secrets. These merchants are all quite cunning; it’s too difficult to fool them without some real skill." As he walked over, Yang Xiaoyou pondered about this fellow, realizing he likely had a story behind him. But if there were no genuine talents involved, then it had nothing to do with him.
Just as Yang Xiaoyou was about to pass by a few people and shake off the fellow behind him, a slight commotion came from the entrance.
"Oh dear, I slipped! Young Master Qin, I’m so sorry; please bear with me. Hmph, who dares to stop me?" A voice laced with mockery rang out from that direction.
Some guests glanced over but pretended not to see and continued with their activities.
At that moment, Yang Xiaoyou saw that Qin Yu had red wine dripping down his hair, ruining the elaborate style he had spent so much time on. His formal attire was also soaked in large patches.
Meanwhile, Qin Yao was hiding behind him, looking somewhat frightened.
Clearly, no matter how clumsy one might be, it was impossible to pour wine directly onto someone’s head. Yet at this moment, although Qin Yu appeared furious, he ultimately did not prepare to retort at all.
Nearby stood a few young men who seemed to know them; they looked as if they wanted to step forward and separate the parties involved but hesitated out of fear.
"Who is this?" Yang Xiaoyou touched his nose, wearing a casual expression as he asked the familiar person beside him.
"He's the host's nephew. Don't be fooled by his arrogant demeanor; he knows the other party won't dare to retaliate. He's notorious for bullying the weak and fearing the strong. However, he does have a good eye for things; he's been living quite well so far," the fellow beside him remarked nonchalantly, seemingly uninterested in the man before them.
"Hey, why are you staring at me? Looking for trouble? Come on, bring it on! I'm giving you a chance. Tsk tsk, you don't even dare to fight back, you coward from the Qin Family." After taking a drink from a cup handed over by a sidekick, he shoved another cup into Qin Yu's hands, pointed at his own hair, and then mockingly slapped Qin Yu's cheek.
Seeing the other person's expression of suppressed anger filled him with pleasure. If the opponent were an ordinary person, he wouldn't dare act this way; he might end up suffering a loss. But knowing the other's background, he wouldn't joke about family matters, so he felt free to mock him.
Playing with these ordinary rich kids was much more entertaining than dealing with commoners and much easier to control.
Just as he had slapped Qin Yu twice, a sudden chill washed over him from above, and water began to trickle down from his head. At the same time, he heard a voice that sounded somewhat weak yet familiar.
"Oh dear, my hand slipped. Sorry about that; please bear with me."
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