The School Beauty’s Super Rogue

"Could it be a bloodline issue?"

Qin Hao quickly woke up and injected his mind into the blood, soon discovering something amiss.

The flow rate of his blood was abnormally fast, with every drop containing scorching power.

Undoubtedly, it contained spiritual qi within!

"Is that really the case? My spiritual qi has melted into my blood? That’s why there’s no spiritual qi in my body!"

Qin Hao felt this phenomenon was incredibly strange, but as a novice in cultivation, he could only muddle through in confusion.

Before long, as he walked past the halfway point on the mountainside, the sound of flowing water reached his ears.

"Water sounds? Just right, I’m thirsty, let’s go have a drink of water."

Following the sound, Qin Hao walked through a small bamboo grove in the mountains and arrived at a small stream, winding downward with trickling waters.

Beside the stream stood a small green pavilion, fenced around, with several vegetable gardens nearby growing unknown wild vegetables.

Qin Hao didn’t expect to find a farm-like estate on the mountainside, and while admiring the view, he noticed an old man fishing by the creek.

The old man wore a green long robe and a bamboo hat, his back looked somewhat thin, holding a black fishing rod, quietly sitting by the creek.

Feeling thirsty, Qin Hao walked over slowly, "Old man, you’re fishing, huh?"

The old man turned his head, revealing a face full of wrinkles but with very bright eyes.

He seemed somewhat surprised by Qin Hao’s arrival but quickly resumed his usual demeanor, "Can you fish too?"

Qin Hao bent down and scooped some water with his palm, unabashedly sucking it into his mouth.

After quenching his thirst, he patted his chest, "There’s nothing in this world I don’t know. Fishing, I know a thing or two about it too."

"Oh?"

The old man’s eyes widened a bit, listening attentively.

Qin Hao confidently sat next to him and began explaining, "Fishing is about combining motion and stillness. Motion is the force exerted when the fish bites the hook, stillness is about having the patience to wait. Also, there’s a lot of art in selecting bait; the right bait for the right fish, not to be confused..."

After Qin Hao’s eloquent explanation, the old man showed a pleased expression, "Good, you have some real skill there, can you tell if I’ll catch a fish?"

Qin Hao glanced into the stream.

The stream was very shallow, with small fish occasionally darting by, but none biting the hook.

Qin Hao also noticed the old man’s hook unbelievably lacked bait.

This discovery shocked him greatly.

Is it really like Jiang Taigong fishing, relying solely on principle?

"Sir, to be frank, you’re not fishing, but passing the time."

Qin Hao couldn’t help but tease.

"Haha."

The old man laughed instead, "You’re very honest; outsiders, upon seeing me, would probably flatter me."

Qin Hao smiled, "I’m not someone who likes to boast."

Indeed, if others were present, they’d probably mock Qin Hao as shameless.

"Young man, you have a remarkable appearance, but I see some resentment within you. Can you tell me what’s happened?"

Curiously, the old man asked.

"Sigh, don’t even ask, I got booted by someone."

Qin Hao said helplessly.

"Oh, could you elaborate?" The old man seemed increasingly curious.

"Alright then, I’ll tell you for a laugh, sir."

Then, Qin Hao recounted the story.

The old man heard it, with a subtle smile on his face, "I’ve heard about Elder Chu’s affairs; reality turns out to be even more intriguing than the legends."

"Sir, this is the first time I’ve met such a master. Poor me, with talent and infinite potential, being wasted like this."

Qin Hao couldn’t help but complain.

"Your talent is great? Let me check again."

As soon as he finished speaking, the old man’s hand was already on Qin Hao’s head.

Qin Hao couldn’t move at all, his speculation was confirmed.

This old man’s strength was also above the Qi Condensation Realm; his status not lower than Elder Chu’s.

After a while, the old man’s hand came down, Qin Hao immediately said, "Sir, isn’t that right?"

"Indeed. Your talent is extraordinarily high."

The old man appeared serious, "Elder Chu has always lacked experience in training students; not discovering your spiritual qi hidden within your bloodline is his great loss."

Seeing the old man’s earnest words, Qin Hao felt a surge of goodwill, laughing, "Sir, you truly have discernment; Elder Chu is nothing compared to you!"

"Is there anyone who belittles their master like that..."

The old man shook his head, amused.

Qin Hao said seriously, "Sir, I’m always forthright; Elder Chu treats me like trash, naturally, I wouldn’t give him a second thought."

"Really nothing on your mind?"

The old man remained unchanged in tone, his eyes seemingly possessing the ability to penetrate hearts.

Qin Hao felt under these eyes, any lie was hollow and pale.

Then a hint of anger appeared on his face, "Of course not. If given the chance, I want to slap Elder Chu hard in the face, let him know what a regret it is to miss out on me as a student!"

After the harsh words, silence fell over the scene.

Realizing his loss of self-control, Qin Hao came to his senses, with an apologetic face saying, "Sir, I lost my composure, I apologize..."

"Haha." The old man seemed unconcerned, "The young should pursue their grievances openly; I don’t dislike your sentiment."

"Hmm." Qin Hao patted his pants and stood up, "Sir, I have to go report to the outer courtyard now, I won’t disturb you."

"Wait." The old man suddenly called Qin Hao, lightly flicking his right hand, a jade pendant flew out from the sleeve, landing in Qin Hao’s hand.

Opening his palm, Qin Hao found the jade pendant’s appearance plain, its color not very bright, only the center engraved with the character "Ji."

Not a pricey item, but it symbolized the old man’s sentiment.

Feeling touched, Qin Hao turned and bowed, "Thank you, sir, I’ll visit you again when I have time."

With that, he swaggered off.

The old man watched the direction Qin Hao left, with a smile, "Power of bloodline, interesting."

Not long after Qin Hao’s departure, a graceful figure walked along the path. Upon closer look, it was a woman dressed in pink gauze, wearing pink mountain boots.

If the inner sect prodigy disciples saw her, they would probably shout, "Goddess Ji Yue’Er is here."

Yet, at this moment, the woman’s demeanor lacked goddess-like grace; she strode behind the old man, her delicate hand resting on his back, gently massaging, "Grandfather, I missed you so!"

"Yue’Er is here."

The old man didn’t need to turn around, knowing it was his granddaughter again.

"Hehe, I came to see you as soon as I finished seclusion, Grandpa, aren’t you touched?" Ji Yue’Er rested her head on the old man’s shoulder, saying playfully.

Visit and read more novel to help us update chapter quickly. Thank you so much!