I am just a mortal, why do you all worship me as a saint?

Chapter 50: Quietly Entering the City

Wu Jie was on the verge of tears.

He has powerful backers, but if someone else has even greater backers, then getting involved with that kind of person is definitely a death wish.

He felt he hadn't lived long enough.

Wu Rong sighed, "You damned bastard, it's lucky that the girl showed mercy this time and only cut off your hand. Otherwise, even if she had cut it off today, it would have been futile for me to do anything!"

Wu Jie shuddered, now completely terrified. His trembling legs made him uneasy even while sitting, and he felt as if his blood had turned to ice.

But why would a genius suddenly appear there out of nowhere? And judging from the direction she came from, she must live in Yunling City. But within this area of ​​several dozen miles, all the talented young men and women have long been taken in and trained by the Nianling Sect. Every two years, the sect elders have to go down the mountain to select new disciples. Logically speaking, they should all be willing to join the Nianling Sect.

The Nianling Sect is, after all, the leading sect in the region, with a profound foundation and deep resources, so it can naturally provide a lot of resources.

"Then, what should we do now?"

Wu Rong frowned and said, "The girl who hurt you has an extraordinary background, and you were the one who provoked her first. We have no grounds for this, so it seems I have to go there myself..."

When the opponent's strength is unknown, but they are likely stronger than himself, he wants to reason with them.

He didn't want to inadvertently offend a powerful figure or force because of this good-for-nothing son. Even if this matter reached the ears of the Nianling Sect Master, it would be a huge problem. He had to resolve it privately, and quickly enough. Wu Rong raised his hand and wiped away a drop of blood from Wu Jie's wound, carefully sensing it.

"Yes, the girl who hurt you lives in the south of Yunling City."

He carefully sensed the lingering sword energy, and his Daoist thoughts extended outwards, tracing Qin Yiyao's location along with this aura.

"South of Yunling City?"

"Aren't those people just ordinary folks? They don't even have any real power; they're just ants."

Wu Jie muttered to himself.

The south of Yunling City is actually a rather mixed place. Since it borders Yunling Forest not far from the city, a large number of independent cultivators roam the south of the city. Firstly, it is convenient to make a living there. Secondly, the west, north and east of the city are the spheres of influence of the three major families, and one must abide by the rules within them. And there are not many cultivators who like to abide by the rules.

These three families are not particularly powerful, especially compared to the Nianling Sect. The Yunling City Lord's Mansion doesn't care about anything; all it needs to do is collect enough tribute each year and hand it over to the higher-ups.

Therefore, the south of the city is very chaotic, with a large number of ordinary people and also quite a few independent cultivators.

Looking at this grandson who had no brains whatsoever, Wu Rong sneered, "Hmph, what do you know!"

"In this world, there has never been a shortage of powerful people who live in seclusion. Back when I was training alone, my cultivation was stuck at the peak of the Nascent Soul stage and I was unable to move. Fortunately, when I passed through a small town, I met a teahouse owner. I thought he was an ordinary person, but he just pointed at me a few times and I broke through."

Wu Rong's gaze darkened.

Wu Jie was taken aback; this was a story he had never heard before.

"There are always people more capable than you, and there's always something beyond your understanding. If you continue to act so recklessly, one day, it won't just be your hand that gets cut off!"

Grandpa's words were full of warning, which made Wu Jie wilted like a frostbitten eggplant. He lowered his eyes, concealing the fear in his pupils.

Wu Rong didn't think there were many hidden experts in the world, but there just happened to be one in Yunling City, and this spendthrift son just happened to meet that person's disciple... It was all very strange, but if he didn't find out the truth, Wu Rong would really be unable to eat or sleep.

If that girl really has a powerful backer, and she goes back and tells him about this, the other party might come to her door demanding an explanation. The best outcome would be that Wu Jie loses his life; the worst outcome would be that both he and Wu Jie lose their lives, in which case the Wu family line would be completely cut off.

Or perhaps it was all just a coincidence, and that the girl came from a self-taught background, possibly only having a master of relatively low strength to teach her, making her just a nobody in the eyes of the Nianling Sect...

What exactly is going on?

Wu Rong felt he had to make the trip. With that thought in mind, he didn't delay any longer and set off immediately.

With his Nascent Soul stage cultivation, it would only take him a quarter of an hour to travel from the Nianling Sect's mountain gate to Yunling City.

Wu Rong carefully concealed his aura and changed his clothes before leaving. Now he looked like an ordinary old landlord. He didn't want to reveal his whereabouts or attract too much attention. After all, it was still unknown whether he came to demand an explanation and fight, or to humbly apologize for his grandson's behavior in exchange for forgiveness.

If he were to accidentally reveal his identity, the sight of the Third Elder of the Nianling Sect bowing and apologizing to people in person would be... Wu Rong felt that he still had to save face for his old man.

In case I have to kneel down or something later, I don't want anyone to see it.

He followed the lingering trace of the sword energy to a street that didn't seem particularly bustling.

Wu Rong's eyes brightened slightly. The location of the sword energy was at the end of the street, where the building looked ordinary and inconspicuous. A plaque hung above the main entrance, which read "Gu's Medical Clinic".

"Hmm? This character feels..."

He muttered to himself for a while, feeling a subtle stirring in his heart, as if there was an almost imperceptible hidden power flowing through the four large characters on the plaque.

But in the end, I couldn't figure it out.

Wu Rong walked over and approached, looking around the place. The clinic was neither too big nor too small, and inside a young man was treating a patient.

He was probably only in his early twenties, with delicate features, and dressed in a blue robe. While carefully inquiring about the patient's symptoms, he took out silver needles, inserted them into the patient's acupoints, and then patted the patient's chest a few times.

Finally, Wu Rong watched as he wrapped up a sufficient amount of medicine in paper and gave it to the patient.

The man thanked the young man, left the clinic, and walked past Wu Rong as if he didn't see him.

Wu Rong concealed his entire aura, so ordinary people could not sense his presence at all, as if he had disappeared. Even cultivators with slightly weaker cultivation levels were unlikely to detect him.

Wu Rong wasn't concerned about the patient, but rather the young man... He seemed to be the owner of this clinic.

Wu Rong scanned the young man with his Daoist senses, examining him closely, but no matter how he looked, he couldn't detect any aura of cultivation on him.

But he didn't jump to conclusions, thinking that the young man must be an ordinary person.

"Even with my Nascent Soul stage cultivation, I can't see through his words... Could he be a Tribulation Transcending stage being?"

Wu Rong frowned in thought.

But then, as the young man stood sideways in front of the medicine cabinet, checking the quantity of herbs, he said indifferently, "Come in, what are you doing standing outside?" Wu Rong was startled!

Has he already discovered himself?