Chapter 950 - 900: Young Grand Master! (Part 2)

"Young Master!"

After those servants hurriedly withdrew in fear.

The middle-aged man, known as the Belere Lord, finally turned around, bowed respectfully, and greeted softly.

After speaking, he fixed his eyes on the blue pigeon perching on the screen.

With a face full of astonishment!

"You may leave!"

There was no immediate response.

The young man behind the screen waved his hand towards the few maids.

Then stood up from the bathing tub.

The maids quickly blushed in embarrassment as they left from behind the screen.

Having stayed in the Belere Mansion since birth, they had never bathed any man.

But these past few days, due to the arrival of this unexpected guest, the entire Belere Mansion was on edge, and even the Belere Lord treated him with nervous respect, even ordering the maids to bathe him.

It goes without saying how shy and uncomfortable they were with something they had never done before.

But after all, it was a command from the Belere Lord, and they did not dare to disobey. Since the day they were born in the Belere Mansion, everything about them, including their bodies, was destined to be under the control of the Belere Lord!

"Belere Lord!"

The maids bowed to the middle-aged man as they exited the screen.

"You may go!" The middle-aged man replied indifferently as he waved them away.

Then, carefully, he spoke towards the screen again, "Young Master, did this pigeon come for you?"

"Hmm, it seems there’s been a mishap!"

While putting on his clothes, the young man answered flatly.

Very soon.

After dressing.

The young man walked out from behind the screen.

He stretched his hand forward, "Little Blue!"

"Caw-!"

Emitting a sound akin to a crow’s caw.

The blue pigeon swooped down from the top of the screen and landed in the young man’s palm.

A stone about seven or eight centimeters in diameter was tied to its foot.

Extending another hand, he untied the stone from the pigeon’s leg.

The young man said, "You may return!"

"Caw!"

The blue pigeon cawed once more.

Then it flapped its wings and disappeared in the hall as a shadowy blur.

It showed the previous pursuit was merely a playful act by the pigeon.

"Young Master, what is this?"

Alongside, the middle-aged man couldn’t restrain his astonishment.

"Step aside, do not disturb me!" the young man commanded coldly.

"Yes, Young Master!"

As the master of this courtyard, carrying the bloodline of the Late Qing royal family, the Belere Lord promptly retreated a few meters!

With both hands holding the seemingly ordinary stone.

The young man closed his eyes and whispered silently.

Instantaneously.

The whole hall surged with an aura that made the Belere Lord tremble.

Luckily, such an aura didn’t last long.

Moments later.

The young man opened his eyes and released the stone.

Only to see a line of words gradually appear on the stone.

"The deserted branch of the mundane world has been destroyed; find the murderer, and eliminate nine generations!"

Once the young man glimpsed this line of words.

The mysterious words quickly disappeared.

Following the disappearance of the words.

Inside the stone.

A bizarre scene appeared.

The scene depicted the old man slaughtering the four guardian Elders in the sacred land of the Training Spirit Clan!

"Damn it!"

After the scene finished playing.

Furious, the young man gripped the stone and crushed it.

Swish–

Silently.

The stone turned to powder and slipped through the young man’s fingers!

"Though abandoned, it is still of my Training Spirit bloodline!"

He sneered to himself coldly.

The young man turned to the Belere Lord a few meters away and said, "Prepare brush and paper for me!"

"Yes, Young Master!"

Not knowing his intentions.

The Belere Lord dared not ask further.

With a prompt response.

He hurriedly fetched the brush and paper from a side room.

"Young Master, here!" In the tense moment of serving like it were serving a tiger, the Belere Lord hastily said.

Three days ago.

An unexpected visitor came to the Belere Mansion.

Effortlessly, they annihilated several servants without a trace of bloodshed.

It wasn’t until the Belere Lord appeared that this silent massacre ceased.

At that time, the young man merely took out a Bronze Spirit Token.

The Belere Lord was so frightened that he trembled and knelt.

The legend of the Bronze Token had been revered like a deity in their family for generations.

From the time he started to remember, the previous two Belere Lords—his grandfather and his father—had always instilled in him the legend of the Bronze Token, saying that behind the Bronze Token were their benefactors. Without it, their family would have been annihilated during the Republic era, with no chance of the Belere line continuing!

Seeing the Token is like seeing the benefactor, immortal, master!

It is his ancestral teaching!

The ancestral teaching known only to him in the entire Belere Mansion!

In his grandfather’s generation, the Bronze Token did not appear.

In his father’s generation, the Bronze Spirit Token also did not appear.

He thought he would never see this legendary item even by the end of his life.

But unexpectedly, it appeared!

Because of this Bronze Token, under ancestral instructions, and the visitor’s extraordinary ability to eliminate with a flicker of a finger, the Belere Lord was utterly terrified, seeing him as a benefactor, immortal, master!

Ridiculously, he still knew nothing of the visitor’s true identity.

Though he remained ignorant, he understood that he must do everything to satisfy this person!

Otherwise, not only he but the entire Belere Mansion, tacitly disregarded by the authorities, would turn into a human Purgatory!

He had to admit, the ability to eliminate servants with a flick of a finger deeply intimidated the Belere Lord down to his bones.

As the Belere Lord presented it.

The young man picked up a piece of rice paper.

Laying it flat before him, he flicked a finger against the paper’s surface.

Buzz–!

The rice paper hummed.

In the next moment.

Something strange and miraculous happened.

The rice paper hovered steadily in the air.

Seeing this scene.

The Belere Lord was so shocked he couldn’t close his mouth.

His eyes, as he faced the young man, were instantly filled with endless awe and reverence!

At this point, he understood the origin of the term "immortal."

To make rice paper hover without any external aid.

How else could one explain it other than the work of an immortal?

Yet, the young man was oblivious to the Belere Lord’s reaction.

With a solemn expression, he picked up the wool brush.

After dipping it in ink.

He quickly began to draw on the floating rice paper.

Each stroke seamlessly connected without any pause.

With just that drop of ink.

In an artistic flourish of dragons and phoenixes, he sketched a portrait.

In less than two minutes.

It was complete.

The brush was set aside.

On the rice paper.

The portrait was of the old man.

From his brows to his expression.

There was not a hint of discrepancy!

"Young, Young Master, who is this?"

Daring to take a closer look.

Upon seeing the image on the rice paper, the Belere Lord stammered nervously.

"Utilize your contacts and resources! Even if you have to dig three feet, find this person for me!"

Holding the rice paper up to the Belere Lord’s eyes, the young man commanded.

"Yes, Young Master! I guarantee the task will be completed!"

Hearing the young man’s indirect response, the Belere Lord dared not inquire further.

He promptly accepted the image that the young man held out.

On this day.

The old man’s carelessness had brought him under surveillance!