Chapter 72

At this moment, Ye Ruhong understood that there was a feeling called frustration! And another impulse called cursing!

Damn!

After all that talk, this guy was also going to the Holy Sect for the first time, yet he acted as if he had been there for a long time.

Looking at Jiang Han's innocent and matter-of-fact expression, Ye Ruhong barely restrained the urge to punch him, taking several deep breaths.

Calm down... must stay calm!

"Did you say you've never been to the sect?" Ye Ruhong tried to keep his tone as calm as possible.

Jiang Han nodded frankly, "Yeah, so what? Is there a problem?"

What problem? The problem is huge! Ye Ruhong roared inwardly.

"If you've never been, then... why did you say to come to you if I had any issues?" Veins on Ye Ruhong's forehead were popping.

"Sure." Jiang Han nodded with a normal expression, "Is there anything wrong with that?"

His lips twitched violently, Ye Ruhong lowered his head, took several deep breaths, and then slowly raised his head, forcing a smile, "No! No!"

"There you go." Jiang Han shrugged, then turned his gaze to the scene, his eyes flashing, "Another high-quality talent."

Hearing this, Ye Ruhong and Yan Yumo both looked up toward the stone tablet.

It was still a young man, about the same age as Jiang Han, his small face full of excitement.

"So it's him." Ye Ruhong said in realization.

"You know him?" Jiang Han blurted out, then felt that the question was a bit stupid. How could he not know? Everyone here was from noble families, and they definitely knew each other.

Sure enough, Ye Ruhong looked at Jiang Han as if he were an idiot, then turned to look at the young man, his gaze heavy, and said slowly, "He is the son of the War King, Xiang Ziyu."

The heavy look in Ye Ruhong's eyes made Jiang Han's eyebrows raise, and he asked curiously, "Is he very strong?"

"The War King, the title itself shows his combat strength!" Ye Ruhong nodded solemnly.

"…I meant Xiang Ziyu."

"…" Ye Ruhong's lips twitched, and he turned to look at Jiang Han, "He's only 16 years old, how strong do you think he can be?"

"Fair enough." Jiang Han laughed dryly, to cover his embarrassment, he added, "How about his talent?"

Ye Ruhong stared at Jiang Han as if he were an idiot, his eyes full of confusion.

"What's that look for!" Jiang Han was furious.

"How about his talent? Didn't you see the words displayed on the talent testing stone?" Ye Ruhong rolled his eyes.

Jiang Han's face twitched, his eyebrows also jumping, and he suddenly laughed, "I was just testing you, yes, just testing you."

As he spoke, Jiang Han shifted his gaze guiltily, looking up at the stone tablet.

"Mid-level high quality?" After seeing clearly, Jiang Han inwardly wailed, heaven, is this a joke, how can I survive like this?!

"Only mid-level high quality." Ye Ruhong, influenced by Jiang Han's shamelessness, couldn't help but gloat a bit.

Jiang Han's lips trembled, he gritted his teeth, and showed a look of disdain, "Yes, only mid-level high quality. I don't even care about high-level, let alone mid-level!"

Ye Ruhong glanced at Jiang Han, doubting his sincerity.

From their brief interaction, Ye Ruhong understood that Jiang Han was the type who would show off whenever he could. If his talent was better than his, he would definitely have shown off.

But he didn't!

What does this mean? Jiang Han's talent is at most the same as his, high-level!

Thinking of this, Ye Ruhong sighed in relief. After all, a heaven-level talent was too shocking. Although it was only a step away from high-level, it was like the difference between heaven and earth.

A heaven-level talent was a revered existence!

Fortunately… he wouldn't be overshadowed by Jiang Han in the future.

But then Ye Ruhong became puzzled. He could see that when Old Yun learned he was high-level, he only smiled and didn't show any intention of taking him as a disciple.

So, why did Old Yun take Jiang Han as a disciple?

Genius is not determined by talent alone…

Suddenly, Old Yun's previous words came to mind, and Ye Ruhong's heart skipped a beat. Could it be that Jiang Han had a special constitution?

Once this thought appeared in his mind, it wouldn't go away, lingering in his thoughts.

The more he thought about it, the more likely it seemed. If Jiang Han didn't have a special constitution and only had high-level talent, why would Old Yun take him as a disciple? After all, a martial respecter's word would make countless high-level talents vie to be his disciple!

Immediately, Ye Ruhong's gaze toward Jiang Han changed. High-level talent and a special constitution, if Jiang Han didn't fall, he would surely become a great power in the future!

While thinking, a hint of envy appeared in Ye Ruhong's eyes, but it was just a trace. Ye Ruhong was not discouraged at all. He believed in himself, even without a special constitution, he could still become a great power!

"By the way, where's Feng Kuangge?"

Thinking of special constitutions, Ye Ruhong immediately thought of Feng Kuangge, who had a natural wind attribute constitution. He shouldn't be absent!

"Come to think of it, I haven't seen him for a while." Ye Ruhong pondered, wondering where Feng Kuangge had gone.

"Passed." At this moment, Old Yun's voice sounded, "Come over."

"Yes." The young man named Xiang Ziyu looked excited, not hiding his emotions, and walked up in a few steps.

"Greetings, Senior Old Yun, my name is Xiang Ziyu." Without waiting for Old Yun to ask, Xiang Ziyu introduced himself directly.

"Hmm, continue." Old Yun nodded and addressed the crowd.

"Ziyu, you've hidden it pretty deep, even from me." As soon as Xiang Ziyu stood over, Ye Ruhong smiled lightly.

"Brother Hong, don't tease me." Xiang Ziyu smiled bitterly, "Compared to you, I still fall short."

Jiang Han's heart moved. It seemed these two had a good relationship, which made Jiang Han secretly pleased.

"Xiang Ziyu, right? Hello, I'm Jiang Han." Jiang Han bowed.

"Hello." Xiang Ziyu looked at Jiang Han curiously, "You are Senior Old Yun's disciple? I wonder what requirements he has for taking disciples?"

"Requirements?" Jiang Han was taken aback, then laughed, "None, Master takes disciples based on his preferences."

"Oh, I see." Xiang Ziyu nodded in disappointment, but he could understand. Great powers all had their own quirks, which couldn't be forced.

Jiang Han's gaze shifted, and he pulled on Yan Yumo, who was whispering to Murong Kexin.

"What are you doing?" Yan Yumo turned her head irritably.

"…Making new friends." Jiang Han sighed, "Am I that detestable?"

"Not detestable…"

"Then why do you always look so impatient…"

"…Very detestable." Yan Yumo snorted, then looked at Xiang Ziyu, her face showing a smile, "Hello, I'm Yan Yumo."

"Hello. Xiang Ziyu." Xiang Ziyu also greeted politely.

Yan Yumo showed a charming smile, then glanced at Jiang Han, "Look at him, how polite. Not like you, hmpf!"

Jiang Han was speechless.

Suddenly, Jiang Han waved at Murong Kexin, smiling, "Murong Kexin? Come, introduce yourself to everyone."

"What are you up to?" Yan Yumo watched Jiang Han cautiously, one hand protecting Murong Kexin, as if afraid she would be bullied by Jiang Han.

Jiang Han rolled his eyes helplessly, "What could I be up to? Just getting everyone to know each other." He added silently, with so many people, he wouldn't dare to have any ulterior motives!

"No need." Ye Ruhong's voice sounded beside him, he smiled lightly, "Ziyu and I both know Kexin."

Damn, you're ruining my plan! You'll regret this!

Jiang Han cursed inwardly but showed a smile, "That's great, no need for introductions. Come, Kexin, let's get to know each other."

Damn! He's already calling her sister, how thick-skinned is this guy!

Ye Ruhong and Xiang Ziyu had the same thought at almost the same time.

Jiang Han's words made Murong Kexin's fair face turn bright red, like a ripe red apple, incredibly alluring.

"Who's your sister!"

Before Murong Kexin could say anything, Yan Yumo spoke up, glaring at Jiang Han fiercely, her teeth grinding, as if she wanted to pounce and bite him.

Jiang Han glared back, "What are you getting excited about? I didn't say you!"

"Here we go again!" Ye Ruhong held his forehead, these two were really something, flirting and bickering in public.

"What's going on?" Xiang Ziyu asked curiously.

"Flirting and bickering…" Ye Ruhong blurted out his thoughts.

Instantly, two icy gazes shot over, and Ye Ruhong suddenly realized, breaking out in a cold sweat.

"What did you say?!" Jiang Han and Yan Yumo said simultaneously, their voices filled with menace.