50: Young man, I see you have extraordinary potential.

After Wu Yang rushed out of the State Preceptor's Residence in a daze, his entire being felt off.

The memory of his Revered Master supporting Lu Yi that morning and scolding him with such a harsh tone made his blood boil with anger.

It felt as if a giant boulder was lodged in his chest, so stifling that he could barely breathe.

Jealousy and rage were frantically gnawing away at his reason.

However, after running for a while and being hit by the cold wind of the capital, he gradually calmed down a bit.

Thinking back carefully, he also felt that his reaction this morning had been a bit too emotional.

His Revered Master was such a pure and noble figure with profound cultivation; he didn't believe she would be so easily won over by a glib-tongued fellow like Lu Yi.

Most likely... most likely that fellow Lu Yi was up to some scheme again, using 'Assisting Cultivation' as an excuse to deliberately get close to Revered Master!

Revered Master must be the victim!

She must have been deceived!

As he thought about it, he couldn't help but grit his teeth again.

This wouldn't do; he had to find a way to expose Lu Yi's true face and let Revered Master see his sinister intentions.

He then decided to go have a few drinks first to completely calm himself down and properly think of a counter-strategy.

Once he was fully composed, he would go back and sincerely apologize to Revered Master, and then explain the dangers of the situation to her.

As for where to drink... subconsciously, he walked toward the Drunken Immortal Tower.

It wasn't because he had any good memories of that place.

On the contrary, it was the site of his humiliating experience of being beaten up by Lu Yi.

The reason he still chose to go there was simple—by virtue of his status as the State Preceptor's Personal Disciple, he didn't have to pay to eat or drink there.

As for the specific reason why the Drunken Immortal Tower didn't charge him, he wasn't entirely sure.

But following the principle that only a fool wouldn't take advantage of a freebie, he still chose to come here today despite being pummeled by Lu Yi there last time.

However, what he didn't expect was that the moment he stepped through the gates of the Drunken Immortal Tower,

A tottering, white-haired old man supported by a delicate girl suddenly blocked his path.

Wu Yang was already in a terrible mood, and at this moment, he was even more irritable.

Yet, before he could open his mouth to scold them, the old man spoke first.

Though his voice was weak, it carried a strange sense of certainty.

“Young man, I see you have an extraordinary skeletal structure; you are surely a one-in-a-million talent for immortal cultivation...”

“Stop! Stop right there!”

Before Old Man Qian could finish, Wu Yang impatiently raised his hand to stop him.

He looked the dying old man up and down with a gaze as if he were looking at an idiot, then said:

“I say, old man, are you so desperate for money? How did your scams even reach the Drunken Immortal Tower?”

“What era is this? You're still using this ancient script? Do you really think I'm as easy to fool as a three-year-old?”

Old Man Qian was left stunned by Wu Yang's abrupt rebuttal.

A scammer? From the sound of it... did he think he was a Jianghu swindler?

He was about to explain that he meant no such thing.

However, Wu Yang gave him no chance to explain.

His gaze fell upon Qing'er, who looked nervous while supporting Old Man Qian.

Then, he continued to berate them without restraint:

“I say, you're already at such an age, why can't you just live peacefully instead of coming out to scam people? It's one thing to be a fraud, but to bring your own granddaughter along... you truly have no respect for your elders! Shameless!”

After saying that, he didn't spare the 'grandfather and granddaughter' another glance.

He walked right past Old Man Qian, found a random seat near the window, and sat down, his heart still full of complaints:

“How unlucky! Coming out for a drink and I run into such a blind scammer!”

Meanwhile, Old Man Qian stood frozen on the spot.

This... could it be that there are really so many swindlers in the world these days?

Was it really because he had been in seclusion for too long and had fallen behind the times?

Had even this set of words been used to death?

When he snapped out of it, he hurriedly shook his head.

Now was not the time to worry about such things.

This was his very last chance!

His Lifespan had been gambled on this single divination; he couldn't just watch it slip away!

Then, with Qing'er's support, he tottered over to Wu Yang's table.

He then sat down without being invited.

“What else do you want? Don't tell me you want to mooch a meal?”

Wu Yang couldn't help but frown and ask.

“Young Master, you misunderstand.”

Old Man Qian forced himself to take a breath and began to explain:

“This old man is absolutely not some Jianghu swindler.”

Seeing Wu Yang's still-disdainful gaze, he stopped with the preamble and directly began to recount the contents of his divination.

“Young Master's name is Wu Yang, the illegitimate son of the current Prince Ning's Mansion. You were of humble birth and suffered much bullying in the mansion during your childhood.”

At first, Wu Yang didn't care, thinking the old guy was just trying to act familiar.

After all, his background could be found out by anyone in the capital with a bit of asking.

But as Old Man Qian spoke in more detail, his expression gradually turned solemn.

“...Until you were twelve years old, when you happened to meet the State Preceptor. She saw your talent and took you in as her Personal Disciple; only then did your circumstances change.”

“At fifteen, you achieved a Breakthrough to the Spirit Sea Realm.”

“At eighteen, you formed your Purple Mansion. During that time...”

Old Man Qian recounted his past experiences, from his birth and childhood hardships to the time he became a disciple.

He even got the specific times he broke through each Realm exactly right!

Now, Wu Yang was completely unable to stay calm.

The impatience and contempt on his face had long since vanished.

In their place was deep shock.

He realized that this old man, who looked like he could drop dead at any moment, seemed to truly have some real ability!

He sat up straight and, half-doubtingly, began to re-examine Old Man Qian, asking:

“You... who exactly are you? Why are you looking for me?”

Seeing that he finally believed him, Old Man Qian felt a sense of relief.

He was just about to speak and state his intention of entrusting his granddaughter to him.

Unexpectedly, at that moment, a voice full of teasing and mockery drifted over from the gates of the Drunken Immortal Tower:

“Yo! Isn't this Junior Brother Wu? Why are you drinking your sorrows away here at the Drunken Immortal Tower?”

The voice paused, and then continued in a mocking tone that clearly feigned ignorance:

“Could it be... you've had your heart broken?”

That voice!

Hearing Lu Yi's incredibly obnoxious voice and his malicious, mocking words,

Wu Yang's mood, which had just slightly eased, instantly exploded again!

He gritted his teeth, the muscles in his face twitching uncontrollably.

He slowly turned his head and glared fiercely at Lu Yi, who was walking toward him with a smile, and squeezed out a few words through his teeth:

“Lu Yi! You bastard... what are you doing here?!”