Mundane Saint

Chapter 51 – Already discovered a long time ago

How could this be possible!

He had clearly suppressed all his aura fluctuations!

For a cultivator at the Body Fusion stage, deliberately erasing one's "presence" and blending into the bustling city should be a simple task.

But now he realized that the other party had already seen through his attempt to conceal his aura and figure.

The owner of the Medicine Hall seemed ordinary, treating illnesses and injuries for commoners in this bustling city. Wu Rong considered himself a prominent figure in this area, having seen many so-called "masters," though he lacked their demeanor.

However, the young man in the Medicine Hall who had already noticed him did not possess such demeanor.

The more it was so, the more uncertain and suspicious Wu Rong felt in his heart.

Could it be that this person's background was far more terrifying than he had imagined?

Despite his shaken mind, Wu Rong showed no sign of abnormality, leisurely stepping inside. Since he had been discovered, he might as well not hide it anymore.

Seeing Wu Rong walk in, Gu Heng merely glanced at him, continuing to organize the herbs, and said calmly, "I've been waiting for you. Your grandson's hand was chopped off by a little girl. If you don't come to seek an explanation, it would be unreasonable."

Gu Heng had actually noticed this sneaky old man long ago.

As for how he discovered him... the guy was standing on the road outside the front yard of his Medicine Hall, peering inside with an expression as grave as could be. It was obvious he wasn't here for treatment but to cause trouble.

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Recalling what Qin Yiyao had told him during lunch...

It couldn't be wrong; this old man's grandson must have had itchy hands, trying to grab his precious disciple, and ended up learning a lesson with a severed hand.

Looking at this old man, dressed in luxurious silk robes with a gold bracelet on his wrist, his age seemed less withered under the cover of wealth. Indeed, people from affluent families live comfortably and enjoy blessings even in old age.

It seemed he had raised a very spoiled grandson.

Probably often relying on his wealth to bully men and oppress women, harming many good families, but this time he miscalculated and lost a hand.

Gu Heng could only say, well done.

And now that the young one had been beaten, the old one came to seek justice.

However, this old rich man came without even a bodyguard... could it be that this old man was a practitioner himself?

Wu Rong's heart tightened, suddenly becoming alert.

Indeed, the owner of this Medicine Hall was not simple.

Not only did he discover Wu Rong's painstakingly hidden tracks, but he also knew why he had come.

After pondering for a moment, Wu Rong said, "Alright, since you've been expecting me, it would seem disrespectful not to enter."

Since he was here and the other party had seen through his intentions, Wu Rong felt a bit less worried and stepped into the front yard. But just as he crossed the threshold, the plaque hanging above the Medicine Hall's entrance suddenly changed!

Wu Rong's steps seemed frozen at that moment.

His eyes widened because what he saw was an ocean-like vastness and mountain-like strength of true meaning!

Such powerful might!

Such profound cultivation!

The four characters "Gu Family Medicine Hall" seemed to instantly extend a torrent of Dao rhythm, enveloping Wu Rong, his mind stunned by the charm within those words.

In that instant, Wu Rong felt as insignificant as a speck of dust in the vast ocean, unable to compare with this Dao rhythm!

Wu Rong wanted to comprehend this true meaning.

He hadn't realized that his consciousness had completely fallen into it.

"What's so fascinating about that plaque that it mesmerizes you so? If you want to discuss serious matters with me, focus your attention."

Wu Rong was instantly awakened, the endless torrent of true meaning around him vanished in a flash, and he found himself with one foot still over the threshold, now drenched in cold sweat.

That was close.

He knew he had just fallen into a dangerously obsessed state, his mind scattered, his soul nearly ground away by the Dao rhythm in those words.

But the owner of the Medicine Hall had pulled him back from this brink of death.

Looking again, the Medicine Hall owner merely glanced at him with a half-smile, then slowly shook his head.

"This old man, walking with a head full of worries... sigh."

Gu Heng saw him standing there dazed, knowing full well that this old fellow was lost in thought, fearing he might trip over the threshold and fall flat on his face.

Seeing this old man, Gu Heng worried he might collapse with a slight sway, let alone take a fall.

Although in this world, he wouldn't be extorted by an old man tripping.

"...It seems I have been short-sighted."

Wu Rong quietly wiped the cold sweat from his forehead.

Suddenly, he felt that his Body Fusion stage cultivation, which allowed him to dominate a corner of the Sunflare Empire, was nothing more than a speck of dust looking up at the vast world... even the most formidable people he had encountered in his life were likely not half as powerful as the person before him.

And such an extraordinary expert was actually hiding in such a small place?

Wu Rong couldn't help but feel a bit dazed, his heart filled with both fear and awe.

The worst outcome might be right in front of him—his female disciple had surely told the Medicine Hall owner about what his grandson had done.

Judging by his demeanor, it seemed he thought Wu Jie's severed hand wasn't enough to quell his anger.

Being targeted by such an overwhelmingly powerful figure... Wu Rong feared his fate today was grim.

Regardless of the outcome, Wu Rong had to face it head-on.

Turning to flee would likely lead to an even more tragic end.

He finally stepped into this seemingly ordinary Medicine Hall, a journey that should have been easy, but Wu Rong felt a heavy burden lifted from his heart.

"May I ask your esteemed name?"

Wu Rong cupped his fists and asked respectfully.

"Gu Heng. If you don't mind, you can call me Mr. Gu," came the indifferent voice.

Gu Heng?

Wu Rong searched his mind for any information about this name but found nothing.

But not knowing was normal; there were many renowned names that appeared briefly and then vanished without a trace.

He only needed to know that the person before him had unfathomable cultivation, as he had confirmed that this was someone he absolutely couldn't provoke, not even with the entire Nianling Sect.

"Your esteemed name is truly impressive! I am Wu Rong, forgive my rudeness."

Wu Rong returned the courtesy.

Gu Heng waved his hand, indifferent, and said, "Please have a seat, Old Master Wu."

Wu Rong sat down at the table, and with a flick of Gu Heng's finger, the teapot on the table poured out hot tea.

"Please, have some."

Wu Rong didn't refuse, taking a sip of the tea, feeling a sweet and soothing sensation.

This tea... was extraordinary!

Wu Rong savored it carefully, and after confirming, he dared to be sure that this tea was brewed with Bodhi Leaf! Such a precious item, probably only the emperor seated on the throne of the Sunflare Empire could enjoy it!

And it was used to brew tea...

Wu Rong's estimation of the Medicine Hall owner's background and strength rose even higher.

"So, tell me, what do you intend to do?"

Gu Heng flicked his sleeve, displaying a rather arrogant posture—he had to be a bit arrogant, after all, his little disciple had chopped off this old man's grandson's hand.

He couldn't lose in terms of momentum.