Cultivation: I Have Studied Abroad in the Modern World-Chapter 60 - Not Fond of Smiling
Chapter 60: Chapter 60 Not Fond of Smiling
Chapter 60 -60 Not Fond of Smiling
“You’re not going?” The young miss narrowed her eyes, looking at her younger brother and said word by word: “I’ve gone to great lengths, leveraging ancestral connections to invite Zhang over for you, and you say you’re not going?
I’ll give you another chance to answer!”
“I’m not going!” The Seventh Young Master shrank his neck, still declining with his mouth.
“Zhao!
Jing!
Fan!” The young miss clenched her fists: “Don’t force me to beat you up the moment I return!”
Hearing this familiar staccato, the Seventh Young Master seemed to recall some painful memories, and his voice became much quieter in response: “Zheng Fa brings back a pile of books every day, staying up late to paint these talismanic diagrams for me…”
The young miss’ face stiffened slightly, the anger on her face slowly solidifying, seemingly caught off guard by his reason.
Listening to the Seventh Young Master continue to say: “He’s worked so hard, if I let him stop teaching me now, wouldn’t he feel that all his efforts have been wasted?
Would he think I don’t value him?
How could I be so heartless!”
“Is that the reason?”
The Seventh Young Master nodded, his tone somewhat gloomy: “If not for seeing how hard he works, I would have run away long ago.
Could a mere little vine stop me?”
The young miss looked at her younger brother, the anger on her face gradually subsiding and instead revealing a hint of a smile: “I was worried you might have gone astray after ten years apart, but now it seems you’re more sensible than I thought.”
“I’m not stupid, how could I not know who’s good to me?” The Seventh Young Master, upon hearing his sister’s praise, hummed through his nose, quite proud: “Anyway, just let Zheng Fa teach me!
I think I’ve made a lot of progress!
No need for that Zhang!”
Seeing him like this, the young miss softened her tone a bit: “Hard work aside, don’t be childish.
Learning from Zhang would be better for you!”
“No!”
“Zhao Jingfan!
Do you really think you’ve grown up enough to disobey me?” The young miss saw that neither soft nor hard approaches worked on him and was truly angry.
She looked around, picked up the vine left behind by Zheng Fa, and poised to discipline her own brother.
“Even if you beat me until I have to lie in bed for another three months, I still won’t go!” The Seventh Young Master said stubbornly.
Looking at her brother standing his ground, the young miss raised the vine, and the Seventh Young Master truly closed his eyes, neither dodging nor evading.
She swung her hand, and the vine hit the Seventh Young Master’s arm.
“Ow!” The Seventh Young Master cried out in pain, his tone woeful.
“Enough!
Stop faking!
Since you were young, you’ve always screamed before the stick even hit you, no marks on your butt but your throat goes hoarse.” The young miss rolled her eyes.
“Sis!
I just knew you couldn’t bear to hit hard!” The Seventh Young Master chuckled heh-heh.
“You…” The young miss tossed away the vine, shaking her head: “Whether you study with Zhang or not is not up to you, it concerns whether you can enter the Immortal Sect through the Immortal Item meeting.”
Seeing the Seventh Young Master about to speak, the young miss continued: “This Immortal Item meeting has stricter criteria than before, and Dual Spirit Roots might not be graded as high-quality.”
The Seventh Young Master’s expression changed slightly.
“If you can’t enter the Qingmu Sect through the Immortal Item meeting, then I’ll have to use my personal attendant quota to bring you.” The young miss looked at the Seventh Young Master: “At that time, the attendant quota that mother promised to Zheng Fa will have to be given to you instead of him, do you understand?”
The Seventh Young Master fell silent, and the young miss knew he had taken her words to heart this time.
“You go and learn well from Zhang, succeed in entering the Immortal Sect, and he can also be brought to the Qingmu Sect by me.
It would be good for you and for him.”
It was a while before she saw her younger brother nod.
Just as she wanted to offer him a relieved smile, she heard the Seventh Young Master say:
“But I have to talk to Zheng Fa first, to prevent any misunderstandings!”
“…”
Walking on the road to the Zheng Family’s small courtyard, the young miss slightly furrowed her brows, asking the Seventh Young Master: “I come back, and all I hear is Zheng Fa’s name, it’s like there’s no one else in the mansion, mother mentioned him to me, and you also value him so much, who exactly is he?”
“Zheng Fa…” The Seventh Young Master scratched his head, seemingly unsure how to describe him, and after struggling for a while he finally spoke up:
“He’s very clever.
It didn’t take him long to start studying talismanic diagrams with me, and in half a month, he covered what took me several years to learn.”
The young miss nodded and said, “Anything else?”
“Furthermore, his martial arts talent is not bad either.
Mother gave him the ‘Spiritual Crane Body’ technique, saying no one in the mortal realm could possibly master it, but he did.”
The young miss still wore an expressionless face, merely uttering, “Is that all?
Is that why you care so much?”
“He doesn’t really show me much respect on a daily basis, doesn’t act like how an Attendant Student should…
but actually, he’s very good to me.” Seventh Young Master pressed his lips together as he spoke, “Mother has plotted against him and even scared him, all for me.
He’s so smart, he shouldn’t fail to see it.”
“But he never took it out on me, still stayed up late to draw talismanic diagrams for me, willing to teach me those Secret Techniques…” Seventh Young Master turned back to look at his sister, grinning broadly, “Sister, don’t worry.
Your little brother has grown up; I’m really not foolish.”
The young miss sighed, “Ever since you were young, your nature has been to either adore outrageously or loathe intensely – haven’t you suffered enough from that?
How could I not worry?”
Seventh Young Master pursed his lips, wanting to argue.
“What kind of person Zheng Fa is, I shall see for myself – what you say doesn’t settle it,” the young miss declared without indicating whether she trusted her brother’s words or not.
“Whether he’s good to you or ill, you need to understand that he’s just one of the servants in Zhao Mansion.”
“Sister?”
“Zhao Mansion might seem large, but what is it compared to Qingmu Sect?
And compared to the Hundred Immortals Alliance?
Or the entire cultivation world?” The young miss turned to look at her younger brother, “His talent might stand out in Zhao Mansion, but what about against those cultivation geniuses?
Not to mention anything else, but in front of Sister Zhang, his talents are negligible.”
Seventh Young Master gazed at her, dumbstruck.
“The cultivation world is vast, and perhaps once you venture into it, you’ll find that Zheng Fa is just so-so, just like your sister here – I once fancied myself as having remarkable talents…” she said, then shut her mouth, as if unwilling to continue on the topic.
A trace of heartache flickered across Seventh Young Master’s face as he pressed his lips together, seemingly unwilling to refute his sister at this moment.
But the young miss changed the subject, “Remember, it is fine to be close to Zheng Fa, but do not, out of a sense of righteousness like today, forsake such a great opportunity as Sister Zhang.
Do you understand?”
Seventh Young Master was still somewhat unconvinced, “Zheng Fa is even valued by a Nascent Soul True Master!
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Seeing him argue back, the young miss scoffed coldly, “Sister Zhang’s master is a Nascent Soul True Master!
She is the most famous talismanic magic prodigy of the Hundred Immortals Alliance, could she lose to a Zheng Fa?
Zheng Fa and Sister Zhang, one is in the heavens and the other is on earth – do you understand?”
Even if Seventh Young Master believed Zheng Fa had talent, at this moment, he dared not claim that Zheng Fa could compare to Sister Zhang.
“Also, Sister Zhang, although not ill-tempered, doesn’t like to waste words.
Her coming to the Zhao Family is because our ancestors had a connection with her elders.
She is a person who…” The young miss hesitated as she described, “is only immersed in talismanic magic and mathematics, with no interest in other matters.
She may seem cold on the surface, but it’s not directed at you.”
“Sister…”
“Um?”
“This Sister Zhang, does she like to wear a green daoist robe?”
“How do you know?”
“Are her eyes quite big, and her nose pretty and straight?”
The young miss was even more confused, “Have you met her?”
“When she smiles, does she have a small dimple on the left side of her face?”
But Seventh Young Master didn’t answer, continuing to ask.
“That…
I haven’t really noticed,” the young miss furrowed her brows.
“She’s not one to smile often; I haven’t seen her smile much, nor have I noticed if she has a dimple.”
“I’ve seen her smiling quite happily.”
Seventh Young Master pointed toward the front left, and the young miss couldn’t help but follow the direction he indicated.
There was a small courtyard, the gate was open, directly facing the main hall.
In the main hall, Sister Zhang, who didn’t often smile, held a brush, her mouth tilted up in a grin, chatting with the man opposite her.
Ah, there was a small dimple, making her smile quite sweet…
