Who Brought Him into the Cultivation World?-Chapter 72 - 60: Laifu! Laifu! Come Carry Me Quickly
If back then I could have blasted those Divine Gaze Realm cultivators to the brink of collapse, why would I have run? I’d charge right at them! Han Yu thought to himself.
As he was getting excited with his imagination, he looked up to find that Young Master Lin was already gone.
Damn it, I’ve lost him.
In a panic, Han Yu quickly grabbed a passerby lingering at the Government Office’s gate to inquire.
Apparently, while he was daydreaming, the servants from Young Master Lin’s household had come and carried him away.
Carried?
"Yeah! I thought Young Master Lin was just posing heroically with a knife, but it turns out his leg was injured and he couldn’t move!"
The enthusiastic passerby pointed to a small alley and said, "Just now, Young Master Lin had his servants carry him through the alleyway. I think I saw him sobbing in pain."
Han Yu was at a loss for words, his expression odd. He wanted to say something but couldn’t express how he felt upon hearing that.
Stubborn for appearances’ sake?
Showing off? Exactly! This is just like how the Overseas Martial Arts Manual describes it. Once Han Yu understood this notion, he felt refreshed as if a knot had been untied.
Seeing how helpful the passerby was, Han Yu took the chance to ask for the Lin Family’s address, then hurried over.
It was a mansion larger and more luxurious than any around it, where he could faintly hear Young Master Lin’s voice.
Han Yu found a spot on the wall to peek over. By then, Young Master Lin was wrapped in so many bandages he was barely recognizable. The doctor was setting a splint on his leg, and Young Master Lin gritted his teeth and held out before finally howling in pain.
Suddenly, Young Master Lin closed his mouth, lifted his eyes, and looked toward Han Yu.
"You’ve been spotted by the Qilin inside him."
Little Artifact Spirit reminded in his mind.
"What should I do now? Back away?"
Han Yu hesitated, ready to slide down the wall. 𝗳𝚛𝚎𝚎𝘄𝕖𝕓𝕟𝕠𝚟𝚎𝕝.𝗰𝕠𝐦
"Don’t retreat. That Qilin Spirit is likely observing you. Be magnanimous and let it watch."
Little Artifact Spirit quickly said.
So Han Yu had no choice but to continue lying on the wall, his eyes locked on Young Master Lin. Meanwhile, Young Master Lin’s face was strained and red, almost biting through his teeth from some unknown effort.
"What, did you not eat? When will you be better with that little bit of strength?"
Suddenly, Young Master Lin, with a flushed face, chided the doctor.
The doctor’s face immediately turned awkward. He had been pressing so gently but it still made Young Master Lin cry out like a banshee. If he added more force, would it kill him!
"Use some force. A real man doesn’t fear pain."
Young Master Lin said through gritted teeth.
The doctor was torn, but after receiving a glare, he quickly applied more strength.
What is he doing?
Han Yu incredulously watched as Young Master Lin’s face twisted almost beyond recognition.
I can’t let outsiders see my weakness. I’m the strongest!
Young Master Lin kept telling himself, bearing the intense pain in his leg.
"Ah, such damned competitiveness."
Little Artifact Spirit laughed disdainfully in his mind.
Only then did Han Yu realize, scratching his nose, wondering if Young Master Lin was embarrassed to cry out in front of him.
Surely it’s stubbornness for the sake of appearances.
"This is even better; it shows he’s immature and has weaknesses, which leads to desires. With desires, it’s easier to negotiate."
Little Artifact Spirit’s tone brightened.
About half an hour later, Han Yu saw the doctor straighten, wiping sweat from his forehead and carefully giving a few instructions before leaving with the servants.
Only Young Master Lin was left in the courtyard, lying alone on a deck chair. Their eyes met, and the atmosphere turned quite awkward.
"Ahem!"
Young Master Lin suddenly sat up and struggled to stand straight. Despite his slightly twisted mouth, he did look the part.
"You’ve been watching for some time. Aren’t you going to say something?"
Han Yu awkwardly jumped down from the wall and cupped his fists. "I saw your impressive style at the city gate this morning and came specially to make your acquaintance."
Young Master Lin’s expression turned to surprise, then curiosity as he looked Han Yu up and down, exclaiming, "You’re quite an unconventional cultivator? Your physical strength is formidable."
Apparently, the Qilin inside him had sensed something unique about Han Yu’s body and informed him.
Han Yu was equally surprised. Could the Qilin be so powerful? Just by looking, it could discern his foundation?
"Its senses are probably unique, detecting your extraordinary blood vitality and making an inference,"
Little Artifact Spirit guessed.
That’s quite impressive.
It seemed this Qilin Spirit indeed had a conscious presence, and it appeared there was constant communication between the spirit and the person.
"Let’s discuss this somewhere else!"
Young Master Lin suddenly suggested, which was precisely in line with Han Yu’s desire to talk.
"Go to East Tea House, second floor, room by the window, number one. Tell them my name, they know me there."
Han Yu seemed puzzled, "Why not go together?"
Young Master Lin stood with his hands behind his back, speaking indifferently, "You go ahead and wait for me. I have something to do and will join you shortly."
After Han Yu had left for a quarter hour, Young Master Lin’s face gradually turned pale, his splinted legs trembling.
It hurt so much, standing on them earlier for the act. He couldn’t help but grit his teeth.
"Laifu, Laifu, come here quickly and carry me to the tea house, hurry."
Soon, a skinny servant was seen carrying Young Master Lin out the door.
"Be careful! Be careful!"
Young Master Lin yelled from his back.
"I think you should be at the tea house before Young Master Lin,"
When Han Yu emerged from the corner down the street, he had a quirky expression, worried Young Master Lin might be plotting something, but it turned out to be just this.
What kind of person is this? So vain?
If he’s lame, just accept it, but no, he has to act like this.
"Young Master Lin is a customer now. You need to consider the man’s dignity,"
Little Artifact Spirit reminded in his mind.
"Now it’s making me rush too,"
Han Yu sighed helplessly, then dashed off as well.
East Tea House, second floor, room number one, by the window!
Who knows where this weird flair comes from? Han Yu reached the tea house first and repeated what was said to him to the waiter, who asked in confusion, "There’s no such tea room here."
Han Yu changed his approach, the waiter then slapped his thigh in realization, "Ah, if it’s for Young Master Lin! It’s the most expensive room on the second floor."
Saying so, the waiter enthusiastically led Han Yu upstairs and thoughtfully closed the door after him.
After a moment, the door opened again, and Han Yu turned to look.
Outside the door, Young Master Lin awkwardly lay on Laifu’s back, his hand halfway out as if to push Laifu’s hand off the door, not expecting him to open it so quickly before he could get down.
Han Yu turned his head, trying to give Young Master Lin a semblance of dignity.
Young Master Lin slid off Laifu’s back with an uneasy expression, patting him. "Laifu, next time when Chang Wei at home hits you, don’t come to me and complain."
"Why, young master?"
Laifu asked foolishly.
Young Master Lin gritted his teeth and slowly said, "I’m afraid I’ll join him in hitting you."
