Sicilique dozed off at the end of the Ridge Trail, bored. In his dreams, he did not forget to curse those old fellows of the Ridge Association. Those d * mned old farts, sending him to welcome the young man into the Ridge. Sicilique was not a person who liked to slack off, but he had no interest in such a meaningless job.
The young man was clearly a dead man, how could he pass the Ridge Trail? Everyone in the Ridge knew about this matter. Tonight, the Ridge was quiet. No one came out.
The Ridge had been in turmoil recently. His Pave Family was not at peace either. There had been a few incidents of people kicking their doors. It was as if the people in the Ridge had become belligerent overnight.
Today's peace was like the calm before the storm, and it was depressing.
That was why Sicilique decided to take a nap. He would report to the Congregation when it was time.
He was sleeping soundly when he felt someone patting him.
"Who is it?" He was angry. It was already so late, who would dare to make a joke out of him? More importantly, he was disturbed from his sweet dreams. This made him very angry. While he grumbled, the heavy drowsiness made his eyelids heavy, and he could not open them.
"Excuse me, are you here to pick me up?" A cold but polite voice came.
"To pick you up …" The sleepy Sicilique suddenly woke up. When he opened his sleepy eyes, he saw an unfamiliar young man who looked tall but slightly thin and weak. The expression on Sicilique's face quickly froze.
"Ah!" Sicilić's scream suddenly rang out in the night. He was like a cat whose tail had been stepped on.
"You … You … You're the one … the one … who entered the Ridge?" Sicilique stammered.
While the man's words were unclear, Ye Chong could still understand him. He nodded and answered honestly, "Yes."
This was not going to be a peaceful day. The news that the young man from the Butler had successfully passed the Ridge Trail with his own strength was like a gust of wind blowing into the ears of everyone in the Ridge.
May's Night Ridge was like a thunderclap!
Everyone in the Ridge knew that the situation in the Ridge would change drastically with the return of this master alchemist. Countless people were destined to be sleepless that night.
Ye Chong was brought to the butler immediately. In fact, after the Ridge Council learned of the result, the expected interrogation did not happen. Instead, they were directly brought to the butler. To the astonishment of the people, the Ridge Council chose a very strange attitude. It was as if nothing had happened.
When Sicilić left the butler, he looked back enviously. The return of such a super alchemist was enough to help the butler out of his current predicament.
Every alchemist knew that a Grandmaster-level alchemist was far more useful than an ordinary alchemist, no matter how many of them there were.
Now, no one in the Ridge would doubt the abilities of this mysterious young alchemist. The Ridge Trail was the only way to enter the Ridge, and it contained the highest level of alchemy in the Ridge. No one in the entire Night Ridge dared to say that they could pass through the small path into the ridge unscathed. In fact, even Hua Yan, who was currently at the peak of his power, had frankly stated that he could not pass through the mountain path with his own strength alone. Who would doubt the abilities of an alchemist like him? Who would dare to doubt his abilities?
The entire butler was brightly lit, and the place was bustling with activity. Ever since Guan Ling left the Guan Family, the Guan Family had never been so lively. Everyone in the Guan Family had a happy smile on their faces. Born into a great family with a glorious history, they had much higher self-esteem than the average person. However, the cruel reality of the past few years had pushed them down mercilessly. They could only stand in a corner and watch as others enjoyed better treatment and glory. Most of the time, they had to endure the disdainful looks of others.
The pressure that had been weighing on them for so long was released in an instant. Everyone in the butler straightened their backs, and smiled brightly. Most of the people in the butler who had witnessed the birth of the Young Lady, Guan Ling, were still alive and well. They would tell the children about the reputation of the butler again and again.
Now, they saw a new hope, the hope of the butler's rise again. The fact that the young lady was a student of the Young Lady was enough to make them feel close to her. The fact that he was able to pass through the mountain path without any help further boosted the reputation of this mysterious young man who had returned to the butler.
However, the only thing that puzzled them was the wooden spear in Ye Chong's hand. An alchemist with a wooden spear? The Young Lady's student was no ordinary person after all. Everyone was impressed by the scene.
Meanwhile, Ye Chong was in Guan Zhengyuan's room.
"You're Ling's student?" Guan Zhengyuan's expression was calm, but his eyes were full of joy.
"Ling?" Ye Chong frowned in thought. Was that Lunatic Guan's name? Guan Ling? Ye Chong vaguely remembered the name. Old Ge, who had taught him about bone crafting, had mentioned it once. It was a long time ago. If not for Ye Chong's amazing memory, he would not have remembered it. He had called her Lunatic Guan so many times that he had forgotten her real name.
Ye Chong nodded. "Yes." His eyes fell on Guan Zhengyuan's neck, which also had a Wine Red bead on it.
"How is Ling now?" Guan Zhengyuan asked anxiously.
"She passed away," Ye Chong answered plainly. Lunatic Guan had asked Zhu Ling to look for him, but she was nowhere to be found. Besides, Zhu Ling's expression said it all.
"What?" Guan Zhengyuan was shocked, his face contorted as he asked in a trembling voice.
Ye Chong looked at Guan Zhengyuan quietly, unsure of what to say. In the end, he decided to tell the truth, "She probably passed away to save Zhu Ling. The chances are higher than 80%."
"Passed away …" Guan Zhengyuan muttered to himself, his expression blank. His eyes dimmed and turned gray, as if he had aged in an instant.
Ye Chong did not know what to say. He had never been able to comfort someone in such a situation. No, to be more precise, he did not know how to comfort someone.
Guan Zhengyuan lifted his head abruptly, his voice hoarse. "Zhu Ling? Who is this Zhu Ling you mentioned? Why did Ling save him? "
"Zhu Ling is her younger sister."
"What? Younger sister? "Guan Zhengyuan reached out to grab Ye Chong, his pale face suddenly filled with excitement.
Ye Chong dodged and dodged Guan Zhengyuan's hand.
"Ling found younger sister … Ling found younger sister …" Guan Zhengyuan seemed to have lost his mind. Ye Chong wondered if he should give him a pat to calm him down.
Fortunately, Guan Zhengyuan was the head of the family, and had better self-control than most people. He quickly calmed down and looked at Ye Chong with burning eyes. "Where's younger sister? Where is she? "
Ye Chong was calm as usual. "I got separated from her."
"Separated?" Guan Zhengyuan's expression changed again. He asked urgently, "Where?" He looked like he wanted to send someone to look for her.
"The Red Sea."
Guan Zhengyuan was obviously unfamiliar with the place, but he still called a family member in and whispered a few orders to him. The family member listened to the orders, looked at Ye Chong in surprise, and quickly left the room.
Guan Zhengyuan asked a few other questions, and Ye Chong answered them truthfully. Guan Zhengyuan was overjoyed to hear that Ling had passed on all the knowledge to him.
Guan Zhengyuan ordered the family member waiting outside, "Get Ling here."
He turned back to Ye Chong and said, "Ah Kun is my daughter, and the best alchemist in the Manor." He looked proud of his daughter. However, he felt a little regretful, "But compared to Ling, she's still a long way off."
Just then, Ye Chong heard a girl's voice from outside, "Papa, you called?"
"Yes, come in," Guan Zhengyuan said softly to the door.
A young girl pushed the door open and entered. Age: 12 to 14 years old. Height: about 1.45 meters. Thin and weak. Pale complexion. Probably doesn't see much sunlight. Her long hair draped over her shoulders, and her eyes were full of spirit. Ye Chong studied the young girl called Ling.
While Ye Chong was studying the man, Guan Jin was also curiously studying the alchemy master who had become the talk of the town. She blinked innocently with her big, watery eyes. She could not tell that this legendary alchemy master was a master at all. He was just an ordinary person! He was holding a stick in his hand, which was strange.
"Ling, this is your Brother Zhu Feng. He's a student of your aunt. From now on, you will learn from your Brother Zhu Feng, understand? "Guan Zhengyuan's voice turned stern.
Guan Zhen replied obediently, and then called him Brother Zhu Feng sweetly. Ye Chong's expression was still cold, but he nodded at her.
Guan Zhengyuan was satisfied with Guan Zhen's attitude. He smiled to Guan Zhen and said, "Alright, bring your Brother Zhu Feng to rest. He's been working hard for the whole day. Mmm, don't forget about mealtime. "
The steward meekly agreed.
"This way, Brother Zhu Feng. Watch out for the stairs." Guan Zhen's voice was sweet and ethereal. If Shang was here, he would probably be mesmerized by her voice. However, Ye Chong was obviously immune to it. Even Feng Su's magical voice could not shake him, not to mention Guan Jin, who was still weak.
"Brother Zhu Feng, it's still early for dinner, why don't we go to the alchemy lab first?" Guan Jin quickly realized that her usually successful tricks were useless against Ye Chong. She rolled her eyes and said, "Brother Zhu Feng, it's still early for dinner, why don't we go to the alchemy lab first?
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