Chapter 99

"Sh... she..." Du Qian didn't dare to say it. He felt that mentioning Jing Chun's name might bring her big trouble.

"Speak."

A very light voice made Du Qian shudder. He subconsciously replied, "Her name is Jing Chun."

He regretted it as soon as he said it. He was too weak; just a little scare and he gave it away. Du Qian really overestimated himself. Jun Shan's roar was famous; even a War Master-level martial cultivator would likely tell the truth.

"Jing Chun?" Jun Shan frowned.

"Jing Chun from Tokyo?"

"I don't know." Since he had said it, Du Qian couldn't take it back. He answered straightforwardly, not understanding terms like "Jing Chun from Tokyo." Was Teacher Jing Chun from Tokyo? Who knew, she never said.

"Describe her." Jun Shan's face showed unusual seriousness. He found it hard to believe that Du Qian could have any connection with Jing Chun.

Jing Chun's good nature was well-known in the circle. Even when she met beggars, she would speak gently and kindly. But that woman had high standards. Her face was polite, but her eyes were on the top of her head.

Over the years, she had taken in countless disciples, among whom the most outstanding were already on par with Teacher Jing Chun.

This showed that Jing Chun not only had good judgment but also great ability. Teachers who could cultivate disciples to surpass themselves were rare.

Even if you spared no effort in teaching, how many could truly become successful? Jun Shan had many disciples, over a dozen, all carefully selected, but none of them were outstanding, not even reaching the level of Jun Tong.

Was his judgment really that poor? Jun Tong's background wasn't great; he was just a little book boy who followed Jun Shan for a few years, then enlightened himself. Only after that did Jun Shan guide him. Now, he was just one step away from becoming a Divine Master, ready to cross that threshold at any time.

Well, in terms of teaching, Jun Shan admitted he was a failure. Apart from Jun Tong, he hadn't produced any other notable disciples.

"This is Teacher Jing's name card." Describing Jing Chun was hard for Du Qian, but he had her name card. This should give an idea of who she was. The term "teacher" was a polite form of address, not a formal title, as no formal ceremony had been held.

Jun Shan took the name card. Without even opening it, he knew it was the person he imagined. Looking at Du Qian, he grew angrier. How could Jing Chun be interested in such a nobody?

Well, it must be his poor judgment. He knew Jing Chun and had interacted with her a few times. Most importantly, he trusted Bao'er's judgment, which made him, as a father, feel ashamed.

"Hmm, I see. Are you interested in being my disciple?" Jun Shan's eyes twinkled with a mischievous idea. So what if Jing Chun had good judgment? Watch me snatch her disciple. Since no formal ceremony had been held, his behavior was within the rules, even if it was hateful.

"This... I'd rather not. I'm not capable and don't want to tarnish your reputation." Du Qian wasn't stupid; he wouldn't become Jun Shan's disciple.

Jun Shan was a veteran Divine Master and a pure martial cultivator. With Du Qian's cultivation talent, he would only infuriate Jun Shan, who would kick him out in no time. Jing Chun wasn't interested in his martial talent but in teaching him to gather talismans.

Du Qian was quite interested in gathering talismans. Although he believed that combat power was the true path, he knew his own limits. To improve combat power, relying on others' guidance and personal effort wasn't enough; it required a large amount of spirit horns. With enough spirit horns, even if it was slow, he could continuously improve.

Du Qian was different from other martial cultivators. His improvement relied on spirit horns, making his cultivation time predictable. As long as he managed his time, he could learn anything.

After the incident with Yao Jing, Du Qian felt that becoming a talisman gatherer would be quite beneficial and important. Being able to heal himself and earn money was crucial. With money, he could get spirit horns, and with spirit horns, he could improve his combat power.

Du Qian's thinking was straightforward. After reasoning, he knew what he wanted and how to get it.

Jun Shan's reputation was great, seemingly more powerful than the unknown Jing Chun, but that didn't matter much to him.

"You're refusing me?" Jun Shan was furious. How dare someone refuse him?

Well, he admitted his intention to take Du Qian as a disciple wasn't pure, but he was Jun Shan. Who dared to say anything?

Oh... in Pingchuan City, no one dared to say anything, but Jing Chun would. Not only would she say something, but she might also give him a bad look. Jun Shan was impressive, but Jing Chun was even more so.

In terms of combat power, a hundred Jing Chuns couldn't match him, but in terms of influence, three or five Jun Shans might not match one Jing Chun.

"Sir, my martial talent is very average." Du Qian gritted his teeth, feeling brave for refusing a Divine Master.

Fei Xue was already admiring Du Qian. He was a big deal, a flying big deal. He wanted to say, "Sir Jun Shan, what about me? I'm young, already a War Master, and have decent combat power. Why not take me?"

This time, Jun Shan didn't get angry. He couldn't, as Jing Chun's aura was even stronger. Even though she wasn't there, he didn't dare to vent his anger on Du Qian. If Jing Chun held him accountable later, he would have to keep a low profile.

Average talent, my ass. Jing Chun had such high standards; her eyes were in the clouds. How could she be wrong? Who would believe that?

Oh... average martial talent, the boy wasn't lying. He might not even know he had the talent to gather talismans. Think about it, who was Jing Chun's top disciple? A maid who made a living by cleaning and taking care of children for middle-class families.

But later, who would have thought that a maid could become a top talisman gatherer, far surpassing her teacher Jing Chun? How long did it take? From beginner to master, it took only thirty years.

Thirty years... Jun Shan had lived five times that long. Even he had to respect that girl. When Jing Chun was around, the girl had to serve her, not even daring to sit without permission.

Comparing people can be frustrating. He decided to make things difficult for Jing Chun. If she was so impressive, he would snatch her disciple. If direct snatching didn't work, he would do it secretly. What could she do?

Jun Shan knew his judgment wasn't great. As a Divine Master, his brain cells were more active than ordinary people's. He quickly came up with a plan.

If Jing Chun saw someone as worthy, they were worth investing in. He just didn't know what Bao'er would think. She wasn't someone he could control.

Thinking of his daughter, Jun Shan felt very proud. Even if Bao'er didn't give him face, she was still his daughter.

What discouraged Jun Shan was that as Bao'er grew, his reputation became even greater, but it wasn't his own doing. As a veteran Divine Master, relying on his daughter's reputation was embarrassing.

"Not a disciple, then how about my daughter? She's cute, right? Any thoughts?"

What... is this even possible?

The guests in the reception hall were shocked. Was this still Sir Jun Shan? This was indeed a matchmaking event, but everyone knew it was a small tactic. He might have the idea of selecting a son-in-law, but it was faint. His daughter was only sixteen, so there was no rush.

The matchmaking event was a way for Jun Shan to expand his reputation and meet young talents. It was well-known that in the past two years, over twenty matchmaking events had failed, but Jun Shan had taken in two disciples, making it more like a talent recruitment event.

Bao'er didn't look up, showing no expression.

"Ah..." Du Qian was dumbfounded.

Actually, the others were even more shocked, almost scared to death. Those who knew Du Qian's background couldn't believe his luck. Those who didn't know were filled with curiosity. Who was this guy?

Fei Xue was surprised, jealous, and envious.

Zhang Yu was surprised, puzzled, deep in thought, and smiling, with unpredictable emotions.

Du Lanfang was surprised and delighted.

In a corner, the white-clad Kui Ni was surprised, her brows furrowed.

Those who knew Du Qian had their own thoughts. Those who didn't were filled with surprise and curiosity.

"What are you saying, young man? You should socialize more. You're a war orphan, living alone, so you need to leave descendants. No matter the era, marriage and having children are essential. I won't force you, but you should try. If it works out, great; if not, you can be friends. Hehe..."

Du Qian was sweating profusely, especially at the last laugh. Though it was their first meeting, Jun Shan was handsome and intimidating, but Du Qian knew he wasn't easy to deal with.

"Come, let's find something fun." Bao'er's voice came from his ear.

Bao'er didn't look up, but she reached out and held Du Qian's hand, gently pulling him out of the reception hall, ignoring everyone inside, including her father.

Seeing his daughter's reaction, Jun Shan felt both pleased and jealous, with a hint of frustration. He wasn't sure if Bao'er agreed with him, but he knew she didn't reject Du Qian.

Of course, it was just not rejecting him. Talking about marriage was far-fetched.

He never tried to guess his daughter's thoughts, as it was impossible.