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Due to some copyright issues. I changed some word such god= supreme-ruler. /diviné= supreme. And some Chinese words etc, all of this to avoid copyright *.*
A novel by the same Author of nano machin and the same universe:
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Chapter 337: Rank 1 Martial Will! Midnight Fragrance Stealing! High-Grade Divine Seed! (1)
Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
âWhatâs wrong? What happened?â
Han Zhao was halfway through his conversation with Lian Chengxue when he heard the huge commotion in the backyard. The restaurant owner and the guests who lived nearby rushed over.
âIâm sorry, I was cultivating in my room just now and accidentally destroyed your shopâs room. Please calculate how much it is. Iâll compensate you according to the price.â
Han Zhao walked into the courtyard and cupped his fists at the old man in front of him who was wearing a felt hat and dressed like an official.
âGreetings, guest. Itâs good that no one is injured.â The shopkeeper saw that Han Zhao looked extraordinary and did not fuss about it.
âHan Zhao?!â
âWhich Han Zhao?â
âWhich other Han Zhao do you think is fifth on the Qilin Ranking?!â
Among the guests in the restaurant, someone recognized Han Zhao and exclaimed.
âl didnât expect Young Master Han to live here too!â
âHe looks even more outstanding than the image on the Qilin Ranking!â
Although this was the inner city and the people living in this luxurious restaurant were either rich or noble, there were many things in this world that money could not buy.
After recognizing Han Zhao, many people entered the courtyard to greet him.
Some bold young ladies from rich families even secretly sent him a message. They wanted to go up and get close to Han Zhao, but Lian Chengxue stopped them with a fierce expression.
âIâm Han Zhao. Greetings, everyone.â Han Zhao cupped his fists and bowed to everyone.
âYoung Master Han is so polite.â
ââŠâ When Han Zhao heard everyoneâs praise, the muscles on his forehead twitched slightly. He felt like there were fake fans praising him forcefully.
Soon, more and more people surged into the backyard. Han Zhao could only think of a way to leave.
Many male martial artists looked at him with glowing eyes. It was too terrifying.
The women were about the same.
âIâm Lu Dahai. I failed to recognize you. Please forgive me, Young Master Han.â The shopkeeper arranged for Han Zhao to be in the best independent courtyard in the restaurant and apologized to him.
âShopkeeper, youâre being too serious.â Han Zhao smiled.
âYoung Master Han, since youâve come to our shop, this damage is on my tab. No matter how long you stay, all expenses will be waived!â Lu Dahai hurriedly said.
âHow can that do?â Han Zhao couldnât accept it. He didnât want to take advantage of this.
âYoung Master Han, staying in our shop is a huge increase in our reputation.
Although Iâve waived all the fees for you, itâs still a huge profit for our shop. Please donât refuse.â Lu Dahai looked sincere.
His restaurantâs environment was not bad. Usually, it received most martial artists, but there were more than ten districts in the inner city of Great Liang. Just in Yuzhen District, it was only ranked in the middle.
Han Zhao was a peerless genius ranked fifth on the Qilin Ranking. As long as he did not die, he would definitely be a top figure in Great Wei in the future.
Such a person had stayed in their Changan Hotel when he was young. It would definitely increase their reputation unimaginably.
âThis⊠Alright.â Seeing that the boss was so polite, Han Zhao couldnât reject him anymore.
âThank you, Young Master Han.â Lu Dahai bowed deeply to Han Zhao and called the waiter over.
âLittle Feng.â
âShopkeeper.â A smart-looking servant walked forward.
âItâs you?â Han Zhao looked over. This servant was actually Ling Feng.
âYoung Master Han knows Ling Feng?â Lu Dahaiâs eyes lit up.
âl bought the Stars Miscellaneous Newspaper from him a few days ago,â Han Zhao said.
âGreetings, Young Master Han.â Ling Feng bowed respectfully and lowered his head deeply, not daring to look Han Zhao in the eye.
He still couldnât believe that he had formed a connection with such a person. However, he specially used his connections to come to the inner city to be a servant to take a closer look at Han Zhao.
âYoung Master Han, I have a presumptuous request. I wonder if you can leave a calligraphy treasure for my store as a memento,â Lu Dahai said carefully.
âAlright.â Han Zhao had just condensed his Martial Will and was in high spirits. He was in a good mood, so he simply agreed.
âLittle Feng, quickly go and get the Four Treasures of the Study!â Lu Dahai hurriedly said.
âYes.
âWait.â âShopkeeper?â
âIâll go myself.â
Lu Dahai thought about it and decided to go himself.
Ling Feng was left standing alone in the courtyard.
âYour true qi has advanced quite quickly. I wonder how your martial arts have improved?â Han Zhao said indifferently. He could sense that the true qi in Ling Fengs body had increased a little. It seemed that this kid had been working hard recently.
âWhat?â Ling Feng was stunned and looked confused.
Han Zhao felt that this kid was quite talented in acting, so he said, âMountain Shaking Fist, Yin Fiend Palm, Wind Riding Leg.â
âYou?â Ling Fengâs eyes widened, but he quickly reacted. His master must have mentioned it to his eldest senior brother.
âGreetings, Eldest Senior Brother.â Ling Feng bowed respectfully to Han Zhao.
âYouâre not qualified to call me that now. Wait until you cultivate to the Grandmaster Realm.â Han Zhao smiled faintly.
âYes, Iâm sorry.â Ling Feng hurriedly apologized, but seeing that Han Zhaoâs smile was gentle and there were no signs of anger, he immediately heaved a sigh of relief.
Suddenly, Han Zhao bent his finger into a claw and grabbed in front of him.
âWhat are you doing?â Ling Feng was shocked, but he couldnât resist at all. His body flew towards Han Zhao.
Han Zhao flicked his finger, and a wisp of true qi entered Ling Fengâs body.Then, it swam around the bones of his arms and legs.
âYour foundation is so-so, but your aptitude for practicing martial arts isnât bad.â Han Zhao nodded slightly. He didnât know when, but a high-grade foundation that was close to super- grade was just not bad in his eyes. Back then, a middle- grade foundation was something he dreamed of..