Chapter 90: Yang Yu's Elusive Master

  "What's there to hide from me? I've investigated your situation clearly. Before graduating from university, you were just an ordinary young man. Not to mention being a martial artist, but even physically, you weren't much stronger than others. However, in less than a month, you actually became a yellow-level martial artist. This is absolutely not something that an ordinary person can achieve. Therefore, you must have, and definitely have, a master." Tang Wei smiled slightly, as if everything was under her eyes. Although this was a subjective conjecture, it was reasonable and logical.

  Yang Yu looked at Tang Wei with some surprise, what else could he say? Tang Wei had already investigated him clearly, if he said he didn't have a master, he would probably be despised by Tang Wei. Moreover, where did his things come from, it really needed an explanation.

  "Alas." Yang Yu let out a long sigh, pretending to be very helpless.

  "I was right." Tang Wei became even more certain that perhaps from an early age, Yang Yu's non-existent master had already taken deep root in her mind.

  "Well, I won't hide it from you either." Yang Yu's expression was very heavy. "My master is a transcendent figure, he accidentally discovered me on the day of my university graduation, thought my bones were astonishing and my martial arts talent was extraordinary, so he took me as his disciple and taught me martial arts."

  "I was taught by my master from the most basic martial arts training, and with the various divine pills and wonderful medicines given to me by my master, I have achieved what I am today. Moreover, my master intentionally let me inherit his Taoist lineage, so I established the Haotian Sect."

  "Master always told me not to reveal his secrets, saying that several old antiques were bothering him and asking him some brainless questions. He was also helpless and could only temporarily hide in Jinghai, which is also hiding from those old antiques."

  Yang Yu let out another sigh after finishing speaking.

  "It's indeed a high-ranking master, to turn someone who doesn't understand anything into a yellow-level warrior in less than a month. It's absolutely impossible for ordinary people to achieve this. I don't know what level your master is at, but I'm guessing it should be a divine-level warrior." Tang Wei thought for a moment, looking at Yang Yu as if she wanted to dig out the deepest secret from his heart.

  Yang Yu heard the door and thought Tang Wei had been wanting to ask about this. Since that's the case, don't blame him for talking nonsense. If Tang Wei can make a big flag out of tiger skin, he can too. As long as he says his non-existent master is super powerful, he won't believe Tangmen is bad and will try to get along with him.

  "This..." Yang Yu hesitated on purpose.

  "What's wrong, didn't your master tell you?" Tang Wei asked with some surprise.

  "Do you want to hear the truth or a lie?" Yang Yu put on a solemn face.

  "How to speak falsely, how to speak truthfully?"

  "Are you kidding me? My master is a god-level martial artist, and in the Jianghu, he has few enemies. I reckon your Tangmen are not even on his radar."

  Tang Wei heard this and felt somewhat displeased: "Who wants to listen to lies? What about the truth?"

  "The truth? Are you sure you want to hear it?"

  "Stop beating around the bush and just say it." Tang Wei put down her cup, looking impatient.

  Yang Yu took a deep breath and said slowly, "Actually, I don't know what kind of cultivation Master is. The first time I saw him, he was wearing white clothes, with hair as white as snow and a face as young as a child. He descended from the sky, his feet not touching the ground, riding on water like walking on flat land, just like an immortal. But no matter how I think about it, I feel like this is all just a dream. How can someone be so powerful? And what's even more ridiculous is that he said his age is very old, and when he was young, he saw Zhu Yuanzhang herding cattle. I calculated carefully, and that would make him almost 700 years old! The more I think about it, the more I feel like this old man is completely unreliable."

  Yang Yu pretended to be very entangled.

  "What?" Tang Wei's cup was broken into pieces.

  Seven hundred years old?

  Tang Wei muttered to herself: "The maximum lifespan of a Heavenly Warrior is 200 years, the maximum lifespan of a Divine Warrior is 500 years, and the lifespan of a Sacred Warrior is 1,000 years. What about 700 years?"

  "What's wrong?" Yang Yu looked at Tang Wei with some surprise, "I knew you wouldn't believe me even if I told the truth. It sounds like nonsense no matter how you listen to it. Forget it, let's just forget I said that. That old man is really senile, not a single true word comes out of his mouth. If people could live up to 700 years old, wouldn't that be almost as long-lived as Peng Zu?"

  Tang Wei was extremely surprised in her heart, looking at Yang Yu in front of her, with a different gaze.

  "A Saint-level martial artist, it must be a Saint-level martial artist. If Yang Yu is telling the truth, then his master must be a Saint-level martial artist. For many years, the entire Huaxia has not heard any news of a Saint-level martial artist traveling the world. This information is too important." Tang Wei's heart almost shouted out loud, looking at Yang Yu and wanting to scold him. What is called being unaware of one's blessings, this is a classic example. If the Tang Sect had a Saint-level martial artist, they could do as they pleased.

  "Fine, if you want to despise me, go ahead! I knew no one would believe this when it gets out, and that old man still looks so confident, I can barely stand him. But he's actually been very good to me, teaching me a lot of martial arts and giving me many things, I'll just treat him like an elder." Yang Yu said with a self-mocking tone.

  Tang Wei pointed at Yang Yu, not knowing what to say. If there was such a senior in the Tang Sect, they could be treated as an ancestor, or even worshipped like heaven and earth. But unexpectedly, Yang Yu addressed him with a casual "old man", without any sign of respect.

  "Tang Wei, what's wrong?" Yang Yu was very puzzled, had he bragged too much? If so, that would be really ridiculous.

  "How could your master have a disciple like you?" Tang Wei pointed at Yang Yu and said after a long while.

  "What's wrong with having me as his master? In the future, his retirement and funeral will all be taken care of by me, so he's still making a profit. Moreover, I've also passed on the sect's legacy to him, if it wasn't for his good luck, where would he find such a great master like me?" Yang Yu continued to bluff.

  "You're quite something, your master will sooner or later slap you to death." Tang Wei gave Yang Yu a cold glance.

  "Unlikely! I called him an old thing, and he just smiled. Would he hit me because of these two sentences? What a joke! I think he doesn't have much temper either. Maybe one day I'll introduce you to get to know him." Yang Yu shook his head with a smile, intentionally hinting that he had a good relationship with this mysterious master.

  "You rascal, do you understand respect for teachers and the way? Right, what did you say? Introduce me to him someday?" Tang Wei said excitedly.

  Yang Yu suddenly lost interest when Tang Wei came, and regretted it. If Tang Wei really wanted to see him, he would go somewhere to find a master, so he hurriedly said: "However, my master is unpredictable, recently hiding from someone, and should not be seen for a short period of time."

  Tang Wei heard Yang Yu say this, and nodded understandingly: "Alright then, if there's an opportunity, I hope you can introduce me. You also know my physical condition, apart from the Shaolin Temple's Xiāo Mó Dān, only a Divine or Sacred level martial artist might be able to help me resolve it."

  "Xǐ máo dān?" Yang Yu's heart secretly delighted, he had this thing.

  "The Marrow Washing Pill can help me cultivate, but if I had a Pulse Expanding Pill as well, it would be even better." Tang Wei said carefully, "The Marrow Washing Pill can help me cultivate, but my meridians are relatively thin. A Pulse Expanding Pill should be able to expand my meridians several times over. At that time, I won't aim to become a cultivation genius, just being on par with ordinary people would be fine."

  "Ah, these two kinds of elixirs are hard to get?" Yang Yu asked.

  "Xǐ máo dān only has Shaolin, but the existing ones don't know how many are left, it's possible that they have been extinct for a long time. Tōng mài dān only has one legendary sect, however, it has been a long time since we heard about their disciples entering the world."

  "So you want to find a Saint-level warrior to help you decipher the I Ching and defeat your opponents?" Yang Yu asked directly.

  "Well, actually, a divine-level martial artist can also achieve this, but it's too costly in terms of yuanqi, and might even lead to a decline in cultivation. However, for a sacred-level martial artist, there's no problem at all."

  "This, Tang Wei, if I help you, what's in it for me?" Yang Yu became lewd.

  "Is it helping me that makes you want your master to take action, or is it the elixir?" Tang Wei was taken aback.

  "This you don't need to know, just tell me how you will repay me?"

  Tang Wei was stunned, how could she repay? The elixir was a priceless treasure. A Saint-level warrior's gift was like inviting a god, what did she have to offer in return?