At this moment, the white-haired boy who had greeted them earlier walked over, accompanied by Zhang Chulan and Feng Baobao.
The white-haired boy, though short, was cheerful and wore a tracksuit. His eyes sparkled like stars as he waved with his right hand, greeting them. “Master Lingyu, long time no see!”
“Lingxing! Indeed, it has been a while!” Lingyu replied.
Meanwhile, Zhang Chulan squeezed in with a wide grin on his face, “Hehe, Little Uncle, we meet again!”
“Hehe…”
But Zhang Lingyu didn’t even glance at Zhang Chulan. Instead, he turned toward Zhuge Qing and said, “Brother Zhuge, how about we head inside for a chat?”
“Sure!”
“Ladies and gentlemen,” Lingyu looked at Wang Ye and Baoyu, “Would you like to join us?”
In Lingyu’s eyes, the three before him were worth some attention. Of course, only a little.
Among them, he ranked Zhuge Qing, currently enjoying a great reputation, as the most threatening. Next was Baoyu, the disciple of the master monk, Jie Kong. Lastly, came Wang Ye, the laid-back wandering Daoist.
Wang Ye smiled slightly and said, “Thank you, Master Lingyu, but I’m feeling a bit tired and would like to find a place to rest.”
Watching Wang Ye’s retreating figure, Baoyu also spoke, “Master Lingyu, I’d like to wander around the back mountain and take in the scenery.”
“Alright, Baoyu, enjoy yourself!” Lingyu smiled faintly and left with Zhuge Qing.
…
Zhang Chulan, standing off to the side, watched Lingyu walk away, completely ignoring him. The smile on his face slowly froze. Then, in frustration, he charged forward, “Ah! Zhang Ling—”
Before he could finish, the white-haired boy, Xing Tong, quickly restrained him and comforted him.
Baoyu watched calmly, knowing that Zhang Chulan’s outburst wasn’t sincere. He would never be so childish as to challenge Zhang Lingyu directly. Instead, this was just Zhang Chulan’s way of venting his frustration and putting on a show.
As expected, after a brief outburst, Zhang Chulan stopped, looking somewhat dejected.
…
“Zhang Chulan, we meet again!” Baoyu stepped forward, smiling as he spoke.
He had stayed behind not to enjoy the scenery, but to get acquainted with key people like Zhang Chulan and Feng Baobao.
Zhang Chulan quickly recovered, his sunny smile returning. “Baoyu, nice to see you again!”
“Oh, let me introduce someone. This handsome guy here is Feng Xingtong!”
Turning to Xingtong, Zhang Chulan said, “Xingtong, this is Master Baoyu from Lingyin Temple. You’re good at gathering information; have you heard of him?”
Xingtong smiled shyly and extended his hand to Baoyu, “Nice to meet you, Master Baoyu.”
“Pleasure to meet you, Mr. Feng.”
As their hands met, Baoyu looked at the sunny, handsome white-haired boy before him. He couldn’t help but recall the tragic fate that had befallen Xingtong in the original story.
I must do my best to prevent that tragedy from happening to this innocent soul.
Wang Bing! You must die!
Baoyu smiled on the outside, but his thoughts were racing inside.
…
Just then, a lazy voice interrupted, “Yo, isn’t that Curly? Still showing off with your garbage intel?”
Everyone turned to see a chubby man wearing glasses and a checkered shirt, chomping on a box of chicken drumsticks.
Wait… PDD?
Baoyu did a double take. This guy, apart from having longer hair and being shorter, looked just like the streamer from his past life.
“Zang Long! You fatso!” Feng Xingtong exclaimed in exasperation, pointing at Zhang Chulan. “Fatso, do you know anything about this guy?”
The chubby man, Zang Long, looked disdainful. “I only gather intel on important people. Small fries like him aren’t worth my time.”
Grinning like a fox, Xingtong raised his thumb and pointed at Zhang Chulan. “This guy here—Zhang Chulan. Important enough?”
Xingtong’s loud voice immediately drew the attention of those around, and soon enough, a buzz of chatter filled the air.
“Isn’t he the successor of Qi Body Source Flow?”
“Whoa, that’s Zhang Chulan?”
“He looks pretty ordinary…”
“Zhang Chulan is so handsome!”
“….”
Zhang Chulan’s face darkened as he side-eyed Xingtong, gritting his teeth. “You…you idiot…”
Before he could finish, Zang Long, with surprising agility, zipped in front of Zhang Chulan. His face lit up with disbelief and excitement.
“Hey, you’re Zhang Chulan? Now that’s worth noting! Are you here to compete for the Celestial Master’s inheritance? And that uniform—you’re with the Bureau too!”
His gaze flicked toward Feng Baobao, who was wearing a similar uniform and a necklace of red beads around her neck, looking adorably clueless.
“Is this girl also with your company? Is she competing for the Celestial Master’s position too? What’s your name, miss?”
Feng Baobao, with a calm expression, replied, “My name is Feng Baobao, but I’m not here to be a Celestial Master.”
“Huh?”
She pointed to Zhang Chulan. “He’s here to become the Celestial Master. I’m just here to deal with anyone who gets in his way!”
“….”
Her words instantly enraged the surrounding people, who glared at Zhang Chulan and Feng Baobao with clenched fists.
Zhang Chulan immediately put his arm around Feng Baobao’s shoulder, his face full of exasperation. “Big Sis! Please, I’m begging you, just stop talking!”
Feng Baobao, eyes wide with confusion, seemed to realize something. Suddenly, she whipped out a shiny watermelon knife from her waist.
“Oh, you want me to take them out directly?”
“…”
“N-no!”
Zhang Chulan’s groan was full of despair.
Baoyu stood quietly to the side, watching the chaotic scene unfold, amused. Although much of the original story’s plot had faded from his memory, experiencing it firsthand made it all the more entertaining!
…
Just then, a commotion erupted in the distance.
A hearty but slightly aged voice echoed across the field.
“Haha, such youthful energy!”
The voice, though not loud, reverberated through the area, reaching every ear.
“The Celestial Master!”
“The Celestial Master has arrived, along with a few of the Ten Elders!”
“Greetings, Celestial Master!”
The arrival of several elderly figures instantly captivated everyone’s attention.
…
Six elderly men with white hair slowly ascended a wooden platform at the edge of the field.
At the forefront was none other than the Celestial Master Baoyu had seen earlier in the front mountain.
The crowd quickly gathered around as the figures took their place.
The chubby Zang Long, standing nearby, muttered seriously, “Whoa, this is a big deal!
The Celestial Master, Master Tian, and among the Ten Elders, Master Lu, Wang Ai, and Master Lu Ci! This is…”
Baoyu stood amidst the crowd, gazing up at the elderly figures on the platform, his mind racing with thoughts.
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Sam Williams On TYMIMA Chapter 152