Misty Rain of the Old Times

"Are you hard of hearing due to old age? I'm telling you, if you don't like someone, I can help you cut him down for free," Chen Xuan said, staring at the float with a focused expression. Fishing without cheating depends on luck, which is very mysterious. The fish in the water seem to flash and will fall off the hook if you are not careful.

The old emperor inexplicably felt itchy. Who should I cut? I want to cut you right now!

He blew his beard and glared, "The previous sentence"

"Let me show you my fishing skills?" Chen Xuan turned around and asked.

When he turned around, the float sank and rebounded. The old emperor curled his lips and said, "Your fish ran away. No, don't try to fool me, you little brat. Are you trying to make fun of me?"

"Uncle, you are so shameless that you actually cheated." Chen Xuan was speechless when he saw the fish escape. He said boredly, "How bored must I be to make fun of you?"

"Are you serious, kid?" The old emperor said in disbelief. He was not in the mood to fish anymore. If it was true, that would be great.

But this was too hard for him to believe. How old was Chen Xuan? This guy was usually so off-key, and when he said this so casually, it felt like it was nine out of ten times unreliable.

Chen Xuan, who had re-baited his rod, cast his rod and said, "It's not something shameful. You asked it yourself. If I answer you and you don't believe me, what can I do?"

This is his personality. If someone asks him, he will admit it openly without hiding anything. He will not show off if no one asks him. If Gao Jingming or the old emperor asks him, he will answer directly.

After a brief pause, the old emperor said seriously, "Stinky boy, do you know what Grandmaster means?"

"I don't feel anything special. I still have to eat, drink, defecate and urinate," Chen Xuan shrugged and curled his lips, not showing the demeanor of a master at all.

The old emperor felt a little itchy when talking to him, and wanted to hit him. He said angrily: "This kind of cultivation is extraordinary. Boy, it's not that I don't believe you, but you have to prove it to me before I can believe it, right?"

Not wanting to answer, Chen Xuan continued to concentrate on fishing and said, "I'm just full and bored. Believe it or not, I still need to prove it. How boring is that?"

Lao Deng was immediately amused by this and said nonchalantly, "Okay, you're not happy with it, right? Believe it or not, then do you still want to marry my daughter?"

In an instant, Chen Xuan dropped his fishing rod, licked his face and said with a smile: "No, no, uncle, how do you want me to prove it? It's not a big deal, I'm happy to do it, very happy to do it"

I can't deal with you, you little brat. No matter how cunning you are, I can easily control you. He said complacently, "It's up to you. You have to use methods that will make me believe you."

It wasn't that the old emperor was insisting on holding on to this, but he was old and didn't have time to joke around with Chen Xuan or wait for him to grow up. If he didn't directly confirm it, how could he trust him with the little princess? With less than a year to live, once his lifespan was over, he would no longer be able to protect the little princess.

He could see that the two of them were in love with each other, but they hadn't broken the window paper yet. It was a matter of time. He also liked Chen Xuan, this kid. It was easy to get along with him, as if everyone had become younger. But how could he be nice to this pig trying to get his little cabbage?
How to prove that Chen Xuan has never done this? He has never really used the means of a grandmaster. He can't just slap someone to make a big proof now.

Scratching his butt, he quickly noticed and said with a smile: "Simple, look carefully, do you see, there is a tiger on the water, right there."

"Where did the tiger come from around here? And on the water... Hey, there really is one?" The old emperor rubbed his eyes and said in disbelief as he looked at the empty water surface.

In his eyes, a gorgeous tiger that was three meters long was strolling on the surface of the gurgling stream. Its every move showed the dominance of the king of beasts, and its momentum was terrifying. But as the king of a country, how could he be frightened? He was just surprised.

The huge tiger strolled over, lay down beside him, and shook its head. The old emperor even reached out to touch it. The touch felt real, like petting a cat. It was indeed the real king of beasts.

Looking at the old emperor strumming the air, Chen Xuan smiled and said, "Now you believe it, don't you?"

There was no need to make a big fuss. Chen Xuan demonstrated his Grandmaster level cultivation in this way, but his spiritual will interfered with the old emperor's thinking.

Don't be fooled by the tiger's extreme docility in front of the old emperor. Chen Xuan deliberately stopped it because he couldn't hurt the old man. That was the "real" manifestation of the spiritual will of the grandmaster realm, which people could "see and touch". The originally invisible and intangible spiritual will seemed to become real, but in fact it was just an illusion on the spiritual level.

If Chen Xuan wanted to, the tiger could really swallow him in one bite. Killing a person spiritually is equivalent to scaring him to death. It is no empty talk that a master's eyes can kill people.

"Is this your method? You are a grandmaster, but you don't look that great," the old emperor said with a pout as he continued to stroke the cat, but in fact he was stroking the air in vain.

He had seen more than one master-level warriors and was very familiar with the methods at this level. But it must be said that Chen Xuan's trick really proved his level of cultivation. Considering his age, it was normal. As long as he was at this level, it was enough to protect Xiao Fuyao.

Moreover, with such cultivation, if Xiao Fuyao could marry him, it would be considered marrying above her station. He is a master, and such a young master at that, he is worthy of anyone’s efforts to win him over at any cost!

Chen Xuan was immediately unhappy and snorted, "Who are you looking down on? I'm just worried about scaring you. Watch out."

As he spoke, his mind moved, and in the old emperor's perception, the tiger in front of him suddenly took off into the air and turned into a dragon rising into the sky. In an instant, the sky and the earth changed color, and the wind and clouds surged. The dragon wandered in the clouds, with no end in sight, filling the entire sky. Just one scale of the dragon looked like a huge city wall!

Upon seeing this scene, the old emperor took a deep breath and said, "That's enough, little brat. I believe that you are a grandmaster. Aren't you afraid of scaring me to death by suddenly doing this?" "You asked me to prove it, why are you not happy about it?" Chen Xuan curled his lips. As he spoke, the clouds and mist in the old emperor's senses cleared up in an instant. Where was the terrifying dragon filling the sky?
This was just interference on the spiritual level. The old emperor was not even a congenital one, so how could he resist the influence of the spiritual will of Grandmaster Chen Xuan? Of course, the main reason was that he did not resist. Otherwise, after being an emperor for decades, how could his firm mind be easily shaken?

Anyway, the situation he had seen and perceived before was easy for Chen Xuan. It was something that could be presented to people on a spiritual level as long as his imagination was large, and it did not consume any energy for himself.

The spiritual will of the Grandmaster realm has not yet been able to break the degree to which the heaven and earth in the human body interfere with reality, but it is still no problem to interfere with the thinking and senses of others.

After all the strange phenomena disappeared, the old emperor looked at Chen Xuan and exclaimed: "Good boy, it really surprised me that you have such a high level of cultivation at such a young age. It is simply a miracle. Among billions of people in the world, Xiao Fuyao was able to meet you at a young age. Fate is truly magical."

"Fate is such a wonderful thing. Uncle, have I passed this test of yours?" Chen Xuan rubbed his hands.

Upon hearing this, the old emperor immediately turned hostile, puffed his beard and glared, saying: "Dream on! You are still far away from being my son-in-law."

"It doesn't matter. At worst, I can kidnap your daughter and elope with her. You can't stop me," Chen Xuan snorted.

"You dare!" the old emperor glared.

With his hands on his hips, Chen Xuan glared back, "Do you think I dare?"

The brat refused to budge, and the old emperor was helpless. He curled his lips and said, "Don't ask me about this matter. Whether you can marry Xiao Fuyao is up to you. If she doesn't want to, it doesn't matter how high your cultivation is. I said I will not interfere in her marriage. As long as I live, this word will always count."

It's OK, Lao Deng has passed this level. He was just being stubborn. So Chen Xuan said seriously: "Thank you for your help, uncle."

"Hmph, kid, don't be too happy too soon. It's still unclear what little Fuyao's attitude will be. You should go back to your previous style. It's a bit strange to be so serious all of a sudden," the old emperor rolled his eyes.

Chen Xuan, in a good mood, said proudly: "That is my business, no need for you to worry about it."

The old emperor was furious when he thought that the little cabbage he had raised for eighteen years was about to be taken away by this pig. Although he had many children, little Fuyao was the one he loved the most, and his mentality was different.

Now that it has been confirmed, the old emperor no longer has any worries and can do many things freely. Well, let's start after the dust settles on the autumn examination.

Without mentioning this, he changed the subject and asked, "Since you have such a high level of cultivation, why don't I arrange a job for you to show your skills?"

"No, please forgive me. I'm used to being lazy. Now I finally have some ability and can just lie down and do nothing. If you find something for me to do again, I'll be going backwards. I won't do it." Chen Xuan crossed his hands and shook his head vigorously.

The old emperor was speechless. He stood up and said with disgust: "Look at you, you don't look like a young man at all. It makes me angry just looking at you. I'm leaving. I'm afraid I won't be able to help but beat you if I say a few more words to you."

He had finally realized that Chen Xuan was a carefree person. If he were to assign him some tasks, he might cause some kind of chaos, as if he was going to kill him.

"Leaving now? Not fishing anymore?" Chen Xuan blinked.

"Fish like that, just fish it yourself," the old emperor said angrily. He paused, wanting to say something but ultimately left without saying anything.

Originally, he wanted to ask Chen Xuan about his opinion on the next emperor of Jing State. After all, he was a grandmaster and so young. No matter which side he stood on, he could play a decisive role. But after thinking about it, he decided not to. Based on his understanding of Chen Xuan, it would be useless to ask. If he was interested in such a thing, he would not have just muddled through his days.

Jing State produced such a young grandmaster, but he was just a lazy guy who didn't care about anything. It was not known whether it was fortunate or unfortunate.

The other old emperors didn’t know, but he understood that his daughter was the luckiest one.

Time flies, and the autumn examination is here in a blink of an eye.

For a period of time after meeting the old emperor, Chen Xuan often traveled with the little princess, and the feelings between the two continued to heat up, and it was just a matter of time before the relationship finally came to fruition.

After the autumn came, Chen Xuan occasionally looked towards the south. Steward He had said that in the autumn, the mountains of Jinxia County were covered with yellow leaves, as if golden clouds were surrounding them. He wondered if it was as described?

He said that he would go and see it this year no matter what. He had remembered it since he was bought by the Gao family at the age of five, but he had never been able to see it in person.

Let’s go after the autumn examination. Can Xiao Gao win a Grand Slam?

...(End of chapter)