Young master, why not become a corpse immortal?

Chapter 212 My Grandpa Is Not Quite Right

Sun Zhong was clearly a little confused.

He seemed completely unaware that Lin Jiang possessed such extraordinary skills.

Thinking that his two old friends were joking with him, he waved his hands and said, "You two old hags, are you making fun of me again? Last time you two told me some nonsense and laughed at me from behind. Are you doing it again this time?"

"We're not joking this time," the old man began, shaking his head. "This news came from the Dali Temple. Apparently, this young man you know recently forced Duan Libie to retreat. Do you know Duan Libie? He's Dianxing!"

Sun Zhong's expression froze again.

He glanced at Lin Jiang, who was being led away, and thought for a moment, but couldn't utter a single word.

Seeing Sun Zhong's blank expression, Lin Jiang also composed himself and turned his gaze back to Han Wangzhi.

Han Wangzhi quickly led him to a group of young people.

There were six people in the group, four men and two women.

Lin Jiang glanced at the scene and was slightly surprised.

Lin Jiang recognized two of the people in front of him.

One of them was Sun Zhong's grandson, Sun Xing, who was looking at Lin Jiang with a slight frown, seemingly lost in thought.

And the other...

He was also a young man, much more composed than the talented men around him, but his face betrayed his fatigue, and he had large dark circles under his eyes.

Compared to the excited faces around him, this person looked more like a zombie that had just crawled out of the ground.

Lin Jiang had seen the other person's face.

It's made of sheet metal!
Guan Yan noticed Lin Jiang's gaze and subconsciously looked back.

He didn't recognize the handsome young man, but seeing that the other man was looking at him, he returned a polite smile and nodded.

"Gentlemen, this is Lord Zhu, whom I often mention! The one who saved my life during the last mission."

Han Wangzhi was very excited and wanted to introduce himself to the people in front of him, but before he could finish speaking, a little girl interrupted him:

“Ah, Brother Han, ever since you came back, you’ve praised this young master every time we meet. We’ve heard it twenty-seven or twenty-eight times already. Who doesn’t know how skilled he is? Why bring it up again now? It makes it seem like we haven’t heard you speak before.”

"Huh? Did I really say it that many times?"

Han Wangzhi was somewhat surprised.

"Yes."

The girl sighed and rubbed her forehead in exasperation, then looked at Lin Jiang with curiosity.

Her gaze fell on Lin Jiang's face, and she couldn't help but look at him a few more times.

His gaze remained fixed for a long time.

It wasn't until another girl next to her nudged her twice with her elbow that the girl came to her senses, her cheeks flushing slightly.

She coughed lightly, her expression turning serious:

"According to Brother Han, Lord Zhu, you are a senior whose cultivation is far beyond our reach. You must have come here today to guide us juniors, just like Grandpa and the others."

As the girl spoke, she nudged her face toward the elderly people.

One of the old men who had just been talking to Sun Zhong saw the girl's actions and immediately broke into a hearty smile.

That was clearly the girl's grandfather.

"I'm not as good as he says."

Lin Jiang smiled and shook his head.

"Don't listen to Lord Zhu's modesty! His skills are unparalleled in my life, enough to intimidate all directions. Even the most famous assassins in the martial arts world are no match for him!"

Han Wangzhi couldn't help but boast, but Lin Jiang finally stopped him.

"There's some food over there, why stand here? Let's eat and chat."

"Oh, oh." Han Wangzhi nodded, then tried to pull Lin Jiang over, but was pushed away.

"I'm going to talk to my elders, I'll be back later."

Han Wangzhi nodded and led the others toward the table.

Iron-skinned Guan Yan and Sun Xing both glanced at Lin Jiang a few more times.

Lin Jiang walked straight up to Sun Zhong and said with a smile:
“I met Brother Han while doing errands for the Dali Temple. He was so enthusiastic that I couldn’t refuse.”

Sun Zhong glanced at Han Wangzhi's side:

"I just heard him say that you, Xiao Lin, have some talent? Is that true?"

Lin Jiang stared at Sun Zhong, noticing the red light still pointing at him above his head, and laughed:

"Not yet at the star level."

His words were vague, but the underlying meaning seemed to confirm his strength, leaving Sun Zhong somewhat bewildered.

Sun Zhong didn't know what to say for a moment, so he just nodded:
"I really envy Old Lin for having such a good grandson."

He then tugged at his two old buddies:
"Come, let me introduce you. These two are my old friends. This is Old Zhou, Zhou Canshen, a Grand Secretary of the Imperial Court. And that is Old Xu, Xu Baisong, the Vice Minister of the Ministry of Rites."

"Greetings, gentlemen." Lin Jiang bowed and glanced at the two elderly men a few more times.

His face was gentle, his expression calm, and there was nothing particularly special about him.

However, Lin Jiang also remembered that when he met Li Guang before, the female general had said that the civil officials of the court were full of scheming and intrigue, so he became more cautious.

Seeing that the group of people seemed familiar, Sun Zhong also raised his glass:
"These are all old friends you can trust. If you encounter any trouble in the capital in the future, Xiao Lin, you can ask these two for help."

Having said that, he prepared to get up:

"However, Xiao Lin, you've been using a pseudonym all this time in Beijing, which is truly unfair. Today, let Grandpa Sun properly introduce this fine grandson of yours!"

He laughed heartily, seemingly genuinely believing it was a good thing for Lin Jiang.

But just as Sun Zhong was about to get up, Lin Jiang reached out and pressed down on his wrist.

Sun Zhong was immediately unable to move.

Lin Jiang smiled and said, "Grandpa, you don't need to trouble yourself with this. I will definitely bring Grandpa to the capital when there is an opportunity. Until then, there is no need to make a fuss."

"Oh, oh." Sun Zhong nodded blankly.

Looking at the other person's expression, Lin Jiang felt that the confusion did not seem fake; he seemed to genuinely not understand Lin Jiang's intentions.

The more this was the case, the stranger Lin Jiang felt.

Suppressing his thoughts, Lin Jiang smiled seemingly gently and turned to leave.

Sun Zhong definitely has a problem and needs to be investigated thoroughly.

Lin Jiang remembered that Sun Zhong had been to the Northern Red Dot, so starting from there should lead to clues.

……

Nothing noteworthy happened at the meeting.

It's just young people drinking, chatting, and showing off their skills.

Despite being described as a promising young talent, Lin Jiang actually saw several wealthy young men in their thirties at the event.

However, this is quite common; those who cultivate themselves live long lives, and thirty is a good age for them.

Those who are truly capable, at this age, already have formal positions and should be working in various departments. Naturally, they have no time to waste here, like Jiang Jinyue.

Just like Tiepizi Guan Yan, although he also frequented this venue, his identity was different.

He was the person in charge, and he handled many of the affairs at the meeting.

Lin Jiang could even see the huge dark circles under the other person's eyes.

Although those older men seemed quite pleased with themselves at the event, their laughter and conversation carried a hint of forced awkwardness.

At the banquet, Han Wangzhi drank several cups of wine. As the alcohol took effect, he initially boasted about Lin Jiang's abilities, but in the end, he lamented:
"If I can't cultivate martial arts, what else can I cultivate? Magic? But how much do I know in that area?"

When in a bad mood, one is prone to getting drunk. Eventually, he drank too much, collapsed on the table, and had to be carried away by others.

When the banquet was almost over, Tinplate also approached Lin Jiang.

He glanced at Lin Jiang, then clasped his hands together:

"My name is Guan Yan. I have met Senior Zhu."

"You're too kind," Lin Jiang replied, bowing in return.

"I had heard of your deeds in the capital and knew that you were the hero who quelled the Feng Ao Mountain. I had long wanted to befriend you, but unfortunately, I had no chance. I never expected to meet you here."

"You're from the Casting Department, aren't you?" Lin Jiang asked.

"Yes."

"Back then, Feng Aoshan borrowed a treasure from the Casting Department, and now that I think about it, he gained a lot of help from it."

"Senior, you're welcome."

"If we have the chance in the future, we must have a good drink together."

"it is good."

The conversation was brief. Seeing that it was getting late, Lin Jiang rose to bid farewell to Guan Yan and left.

Guan Yan kept staring at Lin Jiang's back.

The fact that Young Master Zhu had previously quelled Feng Ao Mountain had already made Guan Yan pay much more attention to him.

He had felt at the time that this "Young Master Zhu" was probably related to the eldest son. Although he hadn't gotten any information out of him during their meeting today, he figured his judgment was probably correct.

However, there is no conclusive evidence yet, and Guan Yan is also unclear about the relationship between the two.

He eventually buried all these things in his heart.

It's best not to delve too deeply into the eldest son's affairs. Getting too involved with such important figures won't do you any good.

We can get to know each other better in the future; it's never a bad thing to have a good relationship.

……

Lin Jiang left the courtyard and was heading towards his residence.

However, he hadn't taken more than two steps when he slowly stopped and turned his head to look.

He noticed a boy following him.

"Brother Sun Xing, is there something you want to discuss with me?"

Lin Jiang asked with a smile.

Following behind Lin Jiang was Sun Zhong's grandson, Sun Xing.

Sun Xing stared at Lin Jiang, his eyes filled with an indescribable complexity.

“I was acquainted with Brother Han before, and we were good friends. These days, I often hear Brother Han talk about Brother Lin, but he always refers to him as Zhu Da.”

"When people travel the world, they inevitably develop some false names," Lin Jiang said. "What? Brother Sun came to see me just to talk about this?"

"Of course not..."

Sun Xing looked around, seemingly sensing that this place was not very safe, and quickly approached Lin Jiang:

"Brother Lin, would you mind having a word with me in private?"

"What is it that needs to be so secretive? Can't you just say it directly?"

Lin Jiang asked again.

Upon hearing this, Sun Xing pursed his lips.

"This matter is related to my grandfather."

"Oh?"

Lin Jiang raised an eyebrow.

"My grandfather has been acting... strangely lately," Sun Xing said in a low voice.
"I'd like to ask Brother Lin if he knows anything."

(End of this chapter)