Embroidered Uniform Guard: I Can Plunder Talents-Chapter 254 - 59: Three Purples and One Gold Grandmaster! Hoodwinking a Grandmaster_3

Chapter 254: Chapter 59: Three Purples and One Gold Grandmaster! Hoodwinking a Grandmaster_3

As the National Preceptor of Xihe, most of Shu Daiman’s time was spent observing the ebb and flow of Xihe’s fate, ever vigilant against any unforeseen surprises.

Getting to drink this freely like now was a rare luxury.

He suddenly missed the days before he’d become a Grandmaster—back then, he really could do whatever he wanted. Now that he’d ascended to Grandmaster, his cultivation had grown, but ironically, living as he wished had become impossible.

But at the end of the day, this was precisely Shu Daiman’s own choice.

He shook his head, scattering away those tangled thoughts, then looked at Ye Liuyun before him with feigned curiosity.

"People say you’re a young Grandmaster, but I don’t know exactly how old you are?"

Shu Daiman hadn’t read much of the intel concerning Ye Liuyun.

A lot of things—he reckoned—were always more reliable heard firsthand than from others’ reports.

Seeing Shu Daiman’s obvious curiosity about Ye Liuyun,

Si Nan, thinking he might be witnessing a maiden’s crush, very sensibly gave up his seat, moved over next to Jiang Jing, then watched Shu Daiman scoot right up to Ye Liuyun. Si Nan and Jiang Jing exchanged a glance and shared a knowing chuckle!

No wonder the adults are always one step ahead. 𝙛𝒓𝓮𝒆𝔀𝒆𝙗𝓷𝒐𝙫𝒆𝙡.𝒄𝓸𝓶

"My age?"

Ye Liuyun honestly hadn’t paid much attention to his own age.

Counting it up now...

"After next year, I’ll be twenty, I think."

"You’re not even twenty yet?"

Judging from Ye Liuyun’s face, he looked young, but Shu Daiman had assumed he was at least twenty-five or twenty-six—who’d have guessed he wasn’t even twenty.

Nineteen year-old Grandmaster Realm?

No wonder they call him the Young Grandmaster.

Thinking back to his own breakthrough to Grandmaster, he’d been nearly forty.

And he had still been considered quite the genius back then—really, people just can’t be compared.

"What’s wrong?"

Ye Liuyun, as though oblivious, looked over curiously.

"N—nothing!"

Having processed it, Shu Daiman immediately shook his head.

Surprised as he was, with the Grandmaster’s mindset, he accepted it quickly enough.

Before, he’d merely thought Ye Liuyun had the potential to break through to Grandmaster, but now, honestly, if someone like him couldn’t break through, probably no one ever could.

"Can you tell me how you cultivated?"

Shu Daiman had first sought out Ye Liuyun mainly to probe at the former emperor of Great Qian, to see if he really was in seclusion, trying to break into the Land Immortal realm.

If it was true,

he’d wanted to test how far the emperor had gotten, and whether he could be stopped.

But now...

Shu Daiman found himself far more interested in Ye Liuyun’s story.

How did he do it, stepping into Grandmaster Realm before the age of twenty? Even if you’d started training in the womb, you couldn’t progress this fast!

"..."

Ye Liuyun didn’t rush to answer, instead raising his wine glass and taking a sip.

His mind spun into action.

He might not know Shu Daiman’s exact identity, but with this Grandmaster cultivation, his position in Xihe had to be pretty damn high.

Probing me, huh?

As he recalled, there weren’t any strict rules in the world against bullshitting a Grandmaster.

Thinking that, Ye Liuyun smiled to himself, just a touch.

On the surface, after downing his drink, Ye Liuyun set down the cup and suddenly heaved a long sigh.

"Sigh! What’s the point of having Grandmaster Realm if I couldn’t save my brother?"

"???"

There’s a story here?

Shu Daiman’s interest was thoroughly piqued.

Curiosity isn’t something vanquished by Grandmaster status—even a Land Immortal is not immune. Who can resist the lure of gossip?

Shu Daiman, playing along, topped up Ye Liuyun’s wine glass and gazed at him with anticipation.

"Go on!"

Likes gossip, huh?

Shu Daiman was never the reserved type—even before becoming Grandmaster and National Preceptor, he had been a lively conversationalist. Only after assuming the title of National Preceptor...

Shu Daiman rarely mingled much with anyone anymore.

Even if he did, it was all formal matters—not a hint of idle chat to be found.

"It all began with my twin brother, Liu Feng."

Ye Liuyun seemed to get into the groove and actually started spinning his tale to Shu Daiman.

Of course, the details had all been—let’s say—carefully curated.

If not outright fabricated.

"My brother and I leaned on each other, weathered hardship side by side, supporting one another all the way!"

In Ye Liuyun’s account, he and his brother Liu Feng looked for all the world like the perfect pair of brotherly harmony.

Yep! Their bond was so "close" he practically wanted to bury the guy himself.

"Initially, I was set on the scholarly path, dreaming of becoming a civil official. Who could have predicted disaster would strike—my brother perished, and I had no choice but to assume his identity and join the Embroidered Uniform Guard. What I seek is nothing less than vengeance for my brother!"

This touchingly tragic tale...

Honestly had Shu Daiman so taken in he was dumbstruck.

Totally sucked into the story.

And not just Shu Daiman,

even Si Nan and Shi Sheng nearby were left staring blankly,

especially Si Nan.

He held his wine cup mid-air, for a long moment forgetting to take a drink.

When exactly had he started spacing out?

Right—must’ve been when their lord described those timorous days upon joining the Embroidered Uniform Guard, the indignities suffered, and the burden he bore in silence.

Si Nan reflected.

Come to think of it, his lord had never suffered a single grievance, right? Wasn’t it just bluster all the way from the beginning?

"Our lord really went through all that?"

Beside him, Jiang Jing couldn’t help but whisper a question to Si Nan.

He hadn’t followed Ye Liuyun for long—this stuff, he couldn’t know.

But Si Nan had stuck with Ye Liuyun the longest. Surely he’d know something.

"Uh..."

Si Nan wasn’t sure how to answer.

Deny it?

The boss was right here—if he didn’t give him face, he might not live to see tomorrow.

Thinking it over, Si Nan suppressed his emotions, looked at Jiang Jing seriously, and said,

"In the world of adults, nothing ever comes easily!"

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