Chapter 32: Who Are You?
Once Hong Xiaobao entered the entrance, he first saw Ye Jenning and his father Ye Feihong. He was not surprised at all. What was truly surprising was the presence of the protector of Saint Academy, Uncle Zuo.
“Dad!” Hong Xiaobao said as he walked forward. After that, he turned towards Ye Jenning, “Aiya, brother. Please be magnanimous enough and forgive me for not serving you well these two days while you’re here!”
Ye Feihong did not quite understand the situation while Ye Jinning panicked for a moment and said, “It’s okay.”
Hong Xiaobao soon passed by Ye Feihong shoulder-to-shoulder to approach Zuo Shixian, “Uncle Zuo, how’s your body condition? Are you feeling better now?”
“Hehe, I am certainly feeling good, you the Ninth Prince is so considerate! Thanks for taking care of me.” said Zuo Shixian.
Looking at the situation where Hong Xiaobao greeted a 7-star martial artist Zuo Shixian but not the 8-star Ye Feihong himself, he got mad and shouted, “You certainly are rude! We are discussing about a serious matter right now. Who are you to interrupt?”
<i>You came to grab my fiance and now I’m not allowed to say anything?</i> Hong Xiaobao thought to himself.
“Who the hell are you?” Hong Xiaobao said as he squinted facing Ye Feihong.
He looked roughly like this: (﹁_﹁)
(TL: I swear the emoji is in the raws.)
The people around felt embarrassed since as an 8-star martial artist, Ye Feihong was looked down by a cripple.
Nobody had ever dared to humiliate Ye Feihong, a proud member of the Six Great Orthodoxies, the Elder of Thunder Sound Pavilion, and an 8-star martial artist. Even emperors had to pay him respect. Ye Feihong became even more angry but did not whack Hong Xiaobao on the spot and only snorted out of contempt since he had to watch his behaviour in the palace.
“Xiaobao,” Hong Wenqing hurriedly introduced Ye Feihong to Hong Xiaobao, “this is the Elder of Thunder Sound Pavilion! You shall not be disrespectful.”
“Oh, so it is him!” Hong Xiaobao casually saluted Ye Feihong.
Seeing how Hong Xiaobao acted, Ye Feihong was pissed and said, “Hmph! I heard the Ninth Prince of Hong’s family was inept. After meeting him in person, the rumor… is indeed true.”
Hong Xiaobao chuckled and said, “Even when I’m a cripple, some 2-star martial artist tried very hard to have me killed but failed severely — Brother Jinning, how are you feeling these two days, has your stomach fully recovered?”
Listening to Hong Xiaobao’s words, Ye Jinning unconsciously held his stomach. Thinking of how he felt these two days, it was indeed a nightmare: he spent hours sitting on a toilet, he wasn’t able to stand properly even until now.
Hong Xiaobao elaborated, “Aiya, your legs must be suffering now, having sat on a latrine for such a long time. Brother Jinning, do you have me to make you a new toilet? My newest invention has improved drastically compared to what you have experienced.”
Having been disgraced in the public, Ye Jinning looked extremely irritated, as if he wanted to peel of Hong Xiaobao’s skin.
Other people were simmered with laughter. What Hong XIaobao said seemed like it was directed towards Ye Jinning. In fact, Ye Feihong was also offended.
“Hmph! Nevermind. Since Hong Xiaobao is here, we might as well continue our discussion. “Caixiao, who will you choose? This useless Ninth Prince or my ingenious son Ye Jinning?” Ye Feihong said.
At this moment, everybody held their breaths, waiting anxiously for Yun Caixiao’s answer.
If she were to choose Ye Jinning, Ye Feihong with the Head Teacher Supreme Token would certainly destroy the partnership between Hong Family and Thunder Sound Pavilion, immediately withdrawing their troops, leaving Chi Yun Empire defenseless against Beast Demons. But if Yun Caixiao chose to break off the engagement with Hong Xiaobao, the Hong Family would be heavily embarrassed, not to mention the harmony between the Yun and Hong families would be demolished. This was indeed a tough decision.
Hong Xiaobao suddenly asked Yun Caixiao with a smile on his face, “Little Sister Caixiao, the promise you made earlier, is that still legit?”
Everybody’s curiosity was aroused. Not long before, Yun Caixiao certainly promised to wait for Hong Xiaobao for 3 years. If Hong Xiaobao managed to cultivate even for the tiniest bit, the promise would be considered accomplished. Now that Hong Xiaobao suddenly brought up the topic, could it be that… …
Yun Caixiao was also a highly intelligent person. She proudly raised her head, both eyes pinned on Xiaobao, “Yes, of course it’s still legit!”
Hong Xiaobao chuckled and looked around. It seemed that he was searching for something. He saw a row of copper Chinese tripods, nine of them, at the north of Xuan Yang Pavilion. The Chinese Tripods were arranged by their sizes. The smallest and lightest being at the back while the largest and heaviest located at the front.
Hong Xiaobao directly walked passed the first few Chinese tripods. <i>“The first and second? Too small. The third and fourth? Meh.</i> He thought to himself. He finally stopped beside the fifth one which had a diameter of around one meter and a mass of 600 jin.
(TL: 1 jin = 500 grams, or 1.5 stones for non-metric system. Do the math.)
Nobody knew what he was up to. Ye Jinning exclaimed, “Could it be that he wants to lift it up?! That thing weighs around 600 jin! Even I am not able to do that.”
Even a 3-star martial artist wasn’t able to do that confidently but Hong Xiaobao, a hopeless cripple, wanted to lift this?!
Chapter 32: Who Are You?
Once Hong Xiaobao entered the entrance, he first saw Ye Jenning and his father Ye Feihong. He was not surprised at all. What was truly surprising was the presence of the protector of Saint Academy, Uncle Zuo.
“Dad!” Hong Xiaobao said as he walked forward. After that, he turned towards Ye Jenning, “Aiya, brother. Please be magnanimous enough and forgive me for not serving you well these two days while you’re here!”
Ye Feihong did not quite understand the situation while Ye Jinning panicked for a moment and said, “It’s okay.”
Hong Xiaobao soon passed by Ye Feihong shoulder-to-shoulder to approach Zuo Shixian, “Uncle Zuo, how’s your body condition? Are you feeling better now?”
“Hehe, I am certainly feeling good, you the Ninth Prince is so considerate! Thanks for taking care of me.” said Zuo Shixian.
Looking at the situation where Hong Xiaobao greeted a 7-star martial artist Zuo Shixian but not the 8-star Ye Feihong himself, he got mad and shouted, “You certainly are rude! We are discussing about a serious matter right now. Who are you to interrupt?”
<i>You came to grab my fiance and now I’m not allowed to say anything?</i> Hong Xiaobao thought to himself.
“Who the hell are you?” Hong Xiaobao said as he squinted facing Ye Feihong.
He looked roughly like this: (﹁_﹁)
(TL: I swear the emoji is in the raws.)
The people around felt embarrassed since as an 8-star martial artist, Ye Feihong was looked down by a cripple.
Nobody had ever dared to humiliate Ye Feihong, a proud member of the Six Great Orthodoxies, the Elder of Thunder Sound Pavilion, and an 8-star martial artist. Even emperors had to pay him respect. Ye Feihong became even more angry but did not whack Hong Xiaobao on the spot and only snorted out of contempt since he had to watch his behaviour in the palace.
“Xiaobao,” Hong Wenqing hurriedly introduced Ye Feihong to Hong Xiaobao, “this is the Elder of Thunder Sound Pavilion! You shall not be disrespectful.”
“Oh, so it is him!” Hong Xiaobao casually saluted Ye Feihong.
Seeing how Hong Xiaobao acted, Ye Feihong was pissed and said, “Hmph! I heard the Ninth Prince of Hong’s family was inept. After meeting him in person, the rumor… is indeed true.”
Hong Xiaobao chuckled and said, “Even when I’m a cripple, some 2-star martial artist tried very hard to have me killed but failed severely — Brother Jinning, how are you feeling these two days, has your stomach fully recovered?”
Listening to Hong Xiaobao’s words, Ye Jinning unconsciously held his stomach. Thinking of how he felt these two days, it was indeed a nightmare: he spent hours sitting on a toilet, he wasn’t able to stand properly even until now.
Hong Xiaobao elaborated, “Aiya, your legs must be suffering now, having sat on a latrine for such a long time. Brother Jinning, do you have me to make you a new toilet? My newest invention has improved drastically compared to what you have experienced.”
Having been disgraced in the public, Ye Jinning looked extremely irritated, as if he wanted to peel of Hong Xiaobao’s skin.
Other people were simmered with laughter. What Hong XIaobao said seemed like it was directed towards Ye Jinning. In fact, Ye Feihong was also offended.
“Hmph! Nevermind. Since Hong Xiaobao is here, we might as well continue our discussion. “Caixiao, who will you choose? This useless Ninth Prince or my ingenious son Ye Jinning?” Ye Feihong said.
At this moment, everybody held their breaths, waiting anxiously for Yun Caixiao’s answer.
If she were to choose Ye Jinning, Ye Feihong with the Head Teacher Supreme Token would certainly destroy the partnership between Hong Family and Thunder Sound Pavilion, immediately withdrawing their troops, leaving Chi Yun Empire defenseless against Beast Demons. But if Yun Caixiao chose to break off the engagement with Hong Xiaobao, the Hong Family would be heavily embarrassed, not to mention the harmony between the Yun and Hong families would be demolished. This was indeed a tough decision.
Hong Xiaobao suddenly asked Yun Caixiao with a smile on his face, “Little Sister Caixiao, the promise you made earlier, is that still legit?”
Everybody’s curiosity was aroused. Not long before, Yun Caixiao certainly promised to wait for Hong Xiaobao for 3 years. If Hong Xiaobao managed to cultivate even for the tiniest bit, the promise would be considered accomplished. Now that Hong Xiaobao suddenly brought up the topic, could it be that… …
Yun Caixiao was also a highly intelligent person. She proudly raised her head, both eyes pinned on Xiaobao, “Yes, of course it’s still legit!”
Hong Xiaobao chuckled and looked around. It seemed that he was searching for something. He saw a row of copper Chinese tripods, nine of them, at the north of Xuan Yang Pavilion. The Chinese Tripods were arranged by their sizes. The smallest and lightest being at the back while the largest and heaviest located at the front.
Hong Xiaobao directly walked passed the first few Chinese tripods. <i>“The first and second? Too small. The third and fourth? Meh.</i> He thought to himself. He finally stopped beside the fifth one which had a diameter of around one meter and a mass of 600 jin.
(TL: 1 jin = 500 grams, or 1.5 stones for non-metric system. Do the math.)
Nobody knew what he was up to. Ye Jinning exclaimed, “Could it be that he wants to lift it up?! That thing weighs around 600 jin! Even I am not able to do that.”
Even a 3-star martial artist wasn’t able to do that confidently but Hong Xiaobao, a hopeless cripple, wanted to lift this?!
