Chapter 401 - Astrologer (1)
Chapter 401: Astrologer (1)
Translator: Guy Gone Bad
In the Tang Mansion
“Mother, you are looking for me?” Tang Qiansheng asked, looking at the beautiful woman in front of him.
Zhao Ruixue looked at Tang Qiansheng with a relieved smile on her face. Tang Qiansheng’s outstanding aptitude since childhood had always been her pride.
“Do you know about Qian Ye’s thing?” Zhao Ruixue asked, grabbing the handkerchief on her hand.
Tang Qiansheng nodded, “Yes, mother. He’s just a clown. You don’t have to worry about him.”
Zhao Ruixue shook her head and said in a worried voice, “Better safe than sorry. Don’t underestimate him.”
Tang Qiansheng said with an unnaturally voice, “Mother, you seem to care about Qian Ye very much.”
Zhao Ruixue sighed, and said slowly, “Before Qian Ye was born, I went to the astrologer.”
“What was the result?” Tang Qiansheng asked curiously.
Zhao Ruixue said with a bit of disgust, “The astrologer said he was not ordinary, with outstanding aptitude. If everything goes smooth, his cultivation should reach above the ninth heaven.”
Tang Qiansheng’s face was stained with a bit of disdain, “Huh? It seems the astrologer is a swindler! Qianye has been a loser since he was a child.”
Zhao Ruixue shook her head, “Back then, if I hadn’t ruined Qian Ye’s qualifications secretly, maybe, his words would have come true.”
“But, the fact is, Qianye’s qualifications have been destroyed.” Tang Qiansheng said gloomily.
Zhao Ruixue took a deep breath. “Qian Ye has been a mediocre aptitude since he was a child. Having been cultivated for more than ten years, he was only a level two star magician. I thought I could rest easy from then on. But I didn’t expect him to appear again and reach level eight. Reaching level eight in less than two years. It’s scary news.”
“Mother, you don’t worry too much. To advance in such a short time would have exhausted all his potential. The gap between level 9 and level 8 is huge. With my cur-rent strength, I can kill 7 to 8 level-8 masters within a second.” Tang Qiansheng said confidently.
Zhao Ruixue said with comfort, “Son, I know you are tough, but yesterday, I went to another astrologer.”
Tang Qiansheng asked with a bit nervous, “What did he say?”
Zhao Ruixue’s expression was not at ease, “The astrologer said: after he went through and survived from the suffering at 17, he will soar into the sky and, and no one can stop it.”
Tang Qiansheng paused, and said, “Soar into the sky and no one can stop it? What a joke!”
Zhao Ruixue said with anxiety, “I always think there are many uncertainties in him! Especially, he lives in Tianhe College now.”
Her expression was serious. If Qian Ye was alone now, she would definitely send someone to kill him at all costs. However, he stayed at Tianhe College all the time. Chen Tianhe, the old monster Chen Tianhe, no one knew how strong he was.
Tang Qiansheng resumed calm, “Mother, relax, the Yueheng Secret Realm will be opened soon, and I’ll solve him in it.”
Zhao Ruixue raised her head, looked at Tang Qiansheng, and asked seriously, “Can you make it?”
Tang Qiansheng smiled, ”Mother, don’t worry. I’m the team leader this time. The other five people will all listen to me. Among our group, there is also a level nine trump card.”
“The strength of our college is far above Tianhe. The headmasters from the two col-leges are against each other. When the time comes, the two sides will confront, and I will take the opportunity to kill Qian Ye with one stroke.”
Zhao Ruixue smiled, “Then it’ll be fine.”
In Tianhe College
Qian Ye lay on the bed, grunting. Su Rong opened the door and walked in.
Seeing Su Rong, his face suddenly became a little angry, “Rongrong, you came.”
Su Rong took a look at Qian Ye and asked, “Are you hurt?”
Qian Ye cried and said with a grievance, “It hurts all over, I’m almost dying of pain.”
Su Rong said slowly, “Oh!”
Qian Ye, “…”
“Rongrong, I’m so pitiful, the old man pursued personal feuds on me in the name of training, and he hit me the most severely.”
Su Rong shrugged and said helplessly, “Why did you offend him?”
Qian Ye gritted his teeth, “Because he needs it!”
Su Rong nodded with approval, “Yes, but unfortunately, you can’t beat him!”
Qian Ye, “…” One of the greatest tragedies in life was that the person you wanted to hit stood in front of you, but you had no ability to do so.
Qian Ye took out a mirror and looked at the reflection of his face, “That old man is jealous that I am handsomer than him, so he greeted my face with great strength, disgusting.”
Su Rong curled his lips, “Maybe the headmaster slapped you not because you are handsome, but because you owed it.”