Chapter 322 - 321: Cloud Rong Grass, Pill Formation

In recent years, Luo Zuchen has directly or indirectly dealt with nearly fifty geniuses.

Those who can be called geniuses almost always have something extraordinary about them.

But the more of a genius they are, the less likely Luo Zuchen is to let them go.

Of course, Luo Zuchen knows how to spare a few, especially those from powerful families with sole heirs.

Even so, his infamy is enough to spread across Great Wei.

Many families, when their younger generation goes to the capital to study, even emphasize this once again.

They instruct them to absolutely not offend Luo Zuchen, and even if they are bullied, they must endure it.

Over the years, Luo Zuchen seems to have grown arrogant.

Now encountering someone like Shen Han, he’s dead set on eliminating him but has failed repeatedly.

For a moment, he feels a bit of panic in his heart.

This panic is partly because Shen Han is advancing too fast.

From Sixth Grade to Fifth Grade, then to the Half-Step Fifth Grade Realm...

This has taken less than a year.

Few young cultivators can step into the Fifth Grade Realm.

Being able to reach the First Snow Realm in Fifth Grade is already exceedingly outstanding.

But how long has it been for Shen Han to leap directly to the Half-Step Realm in the First Snow Realm?

If given another ten years or so, wouldn’t he have the potential to step into the Immortal Realm?

Luo Zuchen sat in a chair and shook his head.

He shook away a trace of regret from his heart.

Having already become enemies with Shen Han, in this situation, they are already mortal enemies.

Regret is pointless; he should continue to seek opportunities to end it.

But in his heart, Luo Zuchen no longer has the absolute confidence he once did.

Before, in his eyes, Shen Ye was the top genius of this generation.

Even if Shen Han showed talent, he was far behind.

But now, while Luo Zuchen might still verbally praise Shen Ye,

he’s already clear in his heart that regarding cultivation talent and potential, Shen Ye is far behind...

Nineteen years old versus twenty-four years old.

Both are at the Half-Step Fifth Grade Realm.

No need to argue further about whose talent is higher or lower.

It’s just that my disciple has practiced for a few more years and has experience in both the Scholar’s Technique and Martial Path.

In actual combat, Shen Ye should still have a slight edge.

But in another year or two, who knows.

...

The sky darkened, following the instructions from the Sound Transmission Magical Artifact.

After waiting for three two-hours, Shen Han finally saw his grandfather.

Not far away, there was also a strong protector.

This must be the Immortal Realm expert recruited by the Yun Family.

This expert seems to like being low-key, standing at a distance without speaking.

Shen Han naturally wouldn’t deliberately disturb him.

Returning to Anyang City with his grandfather, along the way, they encountered no further danger.

On the way back, the symptoms of drowsiness caused by the recovery of the Unceasing Skill became more evident.

Shen Han couldn’t bear it anymore, and his whole body felt weak.

When Patriarch Yun saw this, he immediately arranged for a carriage to be sent from the mansion.

By the time Shen Han woke up, he was already in the Yun Mansion, in the room where he lived.

By his side, maids and servants were watching over him.

Seeing Shen Han awake, one person quickly helped him up, while another went to notify the Yun Family’s higher-ups.

Not long after, Madam Yun and Cailing rushed over.

Cailing was holding a bowl of ginger soup, while Madam Yun had a bottle of Pills.

Placing the items on the bedside, Madam Yun couldn’t hold back anymore.

She came over and gently patted Shen Han.

"You child, must you worry everyone like this...

You have no idea, when you came back yesterday, more than half of your clothes were stained red with blood.

Cailing and I thought you had...

As she spoke, Madam Yun seemed unable to continue.

In that manner, it really made one’s heart ache to see.

Shen Han had already changed into clean clothes, but apparently, the wound had bled, and he hadn’t noticed while he slept.

Seeing the mist rising in Madam Yun’s eyes, Shen Han smiled repeatedly, waving his hand.

"Madam Yun, don’t worry, I’m fine...

It’s just some blood, just a few superficial wounds, nothing that could harm me."

Shen Han’s explanation didn’t convince Madam Yun.

"Don’t try to fool me; how can superficial wounds bleed so much?

There’s clearly a big wound, not something as trivial as you say."

"It’s really nothing. If you don’t believe me, Madam Yun, you can check. The small wounds on my body are probably already healed."

Shen Han spread his hands.

But unexpectedly, this time Madam Yun was not inclined to believe him.

"Cailing, take off Young Master Han’s clothes."

"Hmm... huh...?"

This sentence left Cailing dumbfounded.

Shen Han didn’t let her make a move and undid his own clothes.

No traces of any wound, no scars left on his body.

"See, there’s nothing, right?"

Shen Han said a bit proudly.

Meanwhile, Cailing had already turned her body away in embarrassment.

Seeing this, Madam Yun could only purse her lips.

"Superficial wounds are still wounds. Next time you’re injured, it might not be so light.

Also, I just heard father say that you haven’t been to Tianyi Academy these days.

But you’ve gone to the Land of the Far South."

Shen Han had indeed found an excuse to leave the Yun Mansion earlier.

"I was just afraid you would worry..."

"Not telling us means we won’t worry, right?"

Madam Yun’s words had a stern tone.

She was genuinely upset about Shen Han going out on such a risky adventure.

Shen Han also understood that Madam Yun was truly concerned for him.

He quickly said a few softer words and quietly admitted his mistake.

Then, he recounted the process of how he got injured.

The truth was that the key reason he was injured was due to Luo Zuchen’s assassination attempt.

The poison in the Land of the Far South was not the most critical issue.

"Han, why don’t you just stay in Anyang City from now on?

Luo Zuchen is a madman, and it’s too risky for you outside..."

Madam Yun furrowed her brows, unable to hide the worry in her heart.

Hearing this, Shen Han smiled and shook his head.

"Madam Yun, you’ve already said he’s a madman, so even if I stay in Anyang City, in the Yun Mansion,

I still can’t avoid danger.

Moreover, it might trouble the rest of the Yun Mansion; Luo Zuchen’s hatred towards me might implicate others.

By then, even servants going out to buy some groceries might encounter assassination attempts."

Shen Han’s words left Madam Yun at a loss for how to persuade him.

The room fell silent.

After a moment, Shen Han took out several boxes of herbs.

He handed them to Madam Yun, asking her to give these Cloud Rong Grass to his grandfather to be refined into Pills for Shi Yuezhu’s healing.

Seeing the boxes of herbs in front of her, Madam Yun understood.

This child...

"Whichever girl ends up with you is truly fortunate for the rest of her life.

In the Land of the Far South, a place known for peril and death, even I know how dangerous it is. Han, you dared to venture there for her...

I wonder if I would ever enjoy such a privilege..."

Madam Yun slightly pursed her lips.

It seems even before formally becoming a mother- and daughter-in-law, a slight rivalry is already emerging...