Chapter 58

At the peak, the southwest and southeast directions were already occupied by people.

In the southwest, there were two people: a middle-aged man and a handsome young boy.

In the southeast, it was the Governor of Cangwu, Shi Huang, sitting alone.

The distance between them was about four to five zhang, neither too far nor too close.

All three had found clean spots and were sitting in meditation, recovering their strength.

Seeing Wang Yue and Qin Yu reach the top, Shi Huang glanced at them briefly and ignored them. However, the two men in the southwest looked over.

Qin Yu knew that Shi Huang did not want to appear too close to him, as others might see through their collusion and the deal they had made, so he did not pay attention to him. Instead, he exchanged glances with the two men in the southwest.

The distance between the two sides was more than four zhang, which did not hinder their eye contact.

The middle-aged man wore a white robe, with a handsome and weathered face, suggesting he was not young. The young boy, however, was truly young, with a childlike appearance, though it was clear he was a handsome youth.

Qin Yu thought, "Could this middle-aged man be the Yellow Turban Spear King, Zhao Song?" Looking behind him, there was no obvious sign of a long spear. The young boy with a pair of bright, black eyes held a green short zither, less than three feet long, in his arms.

Wang Yue smiled slightly and found a dry, green stone on the northeast side, about four to five zhang away. The stone was completely free of snow, clearly having been wiped clean by someone.

The two sat down side by side, and Wang Yue called out, "Brother Zhao, how have you been?"

The handsome, weathered man raised his hand, "Sword Master Wang, are you tired of the north and come to the south to gather goods and collect lives?"

Wang Yue smiled faintly, "Just taking a look around."

"Ha, what a reason," Zhao Song laughed heartily, "Is the young boy next to you your beloved disciple?"

Wang Yue replied, "He is a junior of mine. The young boy next to you, is he your disciple?"

"Rare that you guessed right!" Zhao Song said without concern, "This is my only disciple, named Sima Yin. He doesn't focus on his martial arts training and spends his days playing chess and the zither, neglecting his duties."

The handsome young boy rolled his eyes at his master.

Qin Yu became interested, "To have such a lax disciple, yet his master doesn't seem to blame him too much, that's quite rare."

Wang Yue smiled, "Who doesn't know that Spear King Zhao excels in music, chess, calligraphy, painting, literature, and martial arts? Your talented disciple has found the right master!" He pointed to Qin Yu, "This is the descendant of an old friend, named Qin Yu. Little Yu, why don't you greet Spear King Zhao?"

Qin Yu clasped his hands together and bowed his head to chest level, a respectful gesture commonly used by juniors when meeting seniors.

"Junior Qin Yu, pays respects to Mr. Zhao!"

Zhao Song's eyes were like lightning, already carefully examining Qin Yu. When he heard Qin Yu's words, his gaze became even brighter.

"Dear nephew, no need for such formalities!"

Wang Yue suddenly whispered something to Zhao Song. Zhao Song's originally indifferent expression softened, and he let out a slight "oh."

"Turns out you are a descendant of the Qin family and a disciple of Master Zhang Xuan. You are one of us." Zhao Song waved his hand, hesitating slightly, "However, I can't just give you a gift casually."

"Indeed, be careful not to be laughed at by the juniors!" Wang Yue teased him on purpose.

Zhao Song glanced at him, "He's not your disciple, why are you so eager?"

Wang Yue was momentarily speechless, his face slightly darkening.

Zhao Song, having the upper hand in the conversation, felt very pleased and chuckled, "Today I am in a good mood, so I will give this to you." He reached into his waist and pulled out a small cloth bag, about the size of a fist, and tossed it lightly.

The distance of several zhang seemed to be nothing to him. Qin Yu extended his hand, and the cloth bag landed quietly in his grasp.

The control of his strength was truly masterful.

Qin Yu was secretly amazed. These senior experts showed their skills in the details, each one extraordinary.

He squeezed the bag, feeling it was soft and resilient, but he didn't know what was inside.

"Open it and take a look," Zhao Song smiled.

Qin Yu did as he was told and opened the bag, taking out a pair of green gloves. On the back of the left glove was a raised dragon pattern, and on the back of the right glove was a spread-winged phoenix. The embroidery was extremely intricate, and the fingers and back of the gloves shimmered with tiny points of light. He put on the left glove, feeling it was quite soft and elastic.

"These are a pair of silk gloves I often used in battle. The lining and edges are made from the belly skin of a two-headed snake, which is quite rare. They have accompanied me for fifteen years." Zhao Song looked at Qin Yu, "A skilled spear user must first protect their hands. You will understand this better when you enter the great battlefield."

"Thank you, Senior!" Qin Yu happily put away the dragon and phoenix gloves.

"I see that your blood and qi are stable, and your skin is clear, indicating that you have firmly established yourself in the dark realm. In the future, my little disciple might need your help." Zhao Song's eyes sparkled as he stared at Qin Yu. He had now clearly seen Qin Yu's cultivation and was secretly impressed. This child was probably even younger than Yin, a rare junior.

Qin Yu said, "I am just a villager from the mountains, with only the words 'righteousness' and 'loyalty' in my heart."

Zhao Song was initially stunned, then clapped his hands and exclaimed, "What a heart with only righteousness and loyalty!"

Wang Yue secretly admired Qin Yu's response, which was neither humble nor arrogant, truly winning the favor of a high-minded person like Zhao Song.

Suddenly, someone laughed from a distance, "In this day and age, there are still people who talk about righteousness? What a shame! What a shame!"

The laughter was wild and the words were vicious.

Zhao Song's face immediately changed, and he said coldly, "It's Brother Zhang, you have arrived at just the right time!"

The man laughed heartily, "Arriving early is not as good as arriving at the right time!"

A purple figure flashed and suddenly appeared at the peak.

Everyone looked over and saw a stern, short old man with silver hair and a purple robe. He was holding a slender, black-clad girl on his left.

These two were naturally Zhang Jin, the Proud Staff, and Xi Zhi Lan.

Zhang Jin and Zhao Song seemed to be old acquaintances, but they were extremely cold to each other. After exchanging a few words from a distance, they treated each other as if they were air.

Zhang Jin greeted Wang Yue and Shi Huang, exchanged a few words, and then sat down with Xi Zhi Lan in the northwest direction.

Zhang Jin noticed that Xi Zhi Lan was looking around, seemingly restless, and smiled, "Little girl, what's the rush? Once the transaction starts, you can move around."

Xi Zhi Lan asked curiously, "What transaction? Isn't it a duel between the two seniors?"

Zhang Jin looked at Shi Huang and Wang Yue, "If they really wanted to duel, they would have done so elsewhere long ago. This is just a formality. Moreover, so many top figures gathered here are not here to watch a duel."

Xi Zhi Lan understood only partially and could only sit quietly.

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Everyone is competing for double monthly votes, and the author, understanding only partially, can only sit quietly and wait for reimbursement.

PS2: Four updates today.

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