Martial Saint through Reading

”As for the last person...” Hoong Ying paused and said, ”Tang Zhe, over forty years old, was originally the County Magistrate of Eastward County. Three years ago, he was transferred to Qin Capital, and then there were rumors that this person was Tang Bai’s...”

She bit her silver teeth silently, seemingly angry in her heart.

”Tang Zhe inherited Tang Bai’s talent and can already paint with ninety percent of Tang Bai’s charm!”

”Your greatest opponent is this person.”

As she spoke, her face showed a trace of frustration again.

After a moment, Hoong Ying suddenly removed her red robe.

”...” Chu Ming turned his head somewhat helplessly, guessing something in his heart.

Hoong Ying uncovered her robe and took out two pieces of red silk, then put her robe back on, ”Alright.”

Chu Ming turned his head back and saw two pieces of red silk on the table.

”The lower part of the Red Flame Refining Technique?” he asked.

Hoong Ying nodded, ”Originally, I intended to give it to you after you defeated Tang Zhe, but upon arriving in Qin Capital, I realized that Tang Zhe is not so easily defeated because he, like you...”

”Has discovered his own path in painting.”

”With your painting skills, you should be able to defeat Qi Chen and Pei Yi, thus... it should be enough.”

Hoong Ying lowered her eyelids, seeming somewhat unwilling.

For those who have found their own painting style, even if judged by multiple masters, it’s difficult to determine superiority.

And Tang Zhe, being Tang Bai’s son, naturally has an added bias.

In Hoong Ying’s view, ’Hoong Jun’ and Tang Zhe’s painting skills are neck and neck, but he would still lose due to his identity.

Chu Ming looked at Hoong Ying, then picked up the red silk to examine.

As his eyes swept over, the content of the lower part of the Red Flame Refining Technique appeared in his Sea of Consciousness.

After finishing reading the cultivation technique over a cup of tea, he neatly folded the two pieces of red silk and pushed them back in front of Hoong Ying.

”I will fulfill my promise.” Chu Ming raised his eyes to look at Hoong Ying.

The original agreement was to defeat Tang Bai’s disciple to get the complete Red Flame Refining Technique.

Now with the lower part of the Red Flame Refining Technique in hand, he would defeat Tang Bai’s disciple.

”You...” Hoong Ying looked into Chu Ming’s abyss-like deep eyes, her Heart Spirit inexplicably stirred.

”I will defeat Tang Zhe in the name of Hoong Jun.”

Chu Ming spoke again while his Sea of Consciousness began to deduce and optimize the Red Flame Refining Technique.

Hoong Ying lowered her head, somewhat lost in thought as she looked at the neatly folded red silk.

”These two pieces of red silk were left to me by my mother...” she murmured softly, ”I have no talent for painting, nor for forging...”

”Keep the red silk with you.”

”Don’t you want it?”

”No need.”

”Not even if you win?”

”Mmm.”

”...” Hoong Ying lifted her head, her eyes slightly moist as she looked at the black-clad youth sitting across, ”Why? Are you not interested in the Red Flame Race’s Red Flame Refining Technique?”

Without the red silk, one couldn’t comprehend the Red Flame Refining Technique. She didn’t understand why the black-clad youth didn’t want it.

Without taking the red silk, she couldn’t be at ease.

”Let’s talk about it after the victory.” Chu Ming looked at Hoong Ying’s slightly anxious demeanor and paused, then changed his tone, saying, ”Give it to me after the competition.”

For a deal to be completed smoothly, both parties must provide what the other needs.

By not taking the red silk, it gave Hoong Ying the illusion that he didn’t intend to keep his promise.

But in reality, not wanting the red silk was because he had already mastered the Red Flame Refining Technique. The red silk, being something left by Hoong Ying’s mother, should be given to the most suitable person.

Hoong Ying picked up the red silk, her fingers hidden in her sleeves seemed to tremble slightly.

At this moment, she wavered between trust and doubt.

Deep down, something told her the black-clad youth before her was trustworthy, but logically, since he didn’t want the Red Flame Refining Technique, it was likely he wouldn’t exert much effort in the upcoming competition...

Amid her internal struggle, the red braids beside her temples swayed.

She suddenly looked up, her red lips slightly parted, ”Once, my mother was pregnant with twins, I, my brother...”

”My mother was entangled by emotions, her body weak. My brother and I were therefore born frail, and at three, he died of a cold. My mother then fell ill and never recovered...”

Hoong Ying’s expression was despondent, her eyes falling on Chu Ming: ”Hoong Jun is my brother’s name.”

The sense of surprise was rather apparent.

Chu Ming’s heart stirred slightly, but he said nothing.