CHAPTER 35: EVERYONE SPEAK OF HIM.

The Mystic City was in an uproar with the conclusion of the Array Formation competition.

Taverns and tea houses discussed the shocking appearance of the Grade-1 Array Formation Master not older than 20 years.

"Can you believe it? An 18-year Grade-1 Array Master!"

"I don’t believe it!" A young man shook his head. "My father has been trying to become a Grade-1 Array Formation Master for many years, yet he is still stuck as an apprentice."

"Hahaha. Don’t compare your father’s talent with such a monster."

"If you were at the competition, you would know how freaking talented Young Master Wu was. Did you know he made rain fall with array formation?"

"Really?!"

"Yes. I heard many array masters will be trying to learn such an important array formation."

The news spread like wildfire, and students of Mystic Path Academy learned of the news.

"Impossible! This news must be fake." A beautiful girl said, shaking her head.

"It’s not fake. This news has spread throughout the city, and even some of our teachers could testify to it."

"Yet, you said he’s only 18 years old. I don’t believe it." The girl shook her head adamantly and sauntered off. "I’ll go and ask my master. I believe she won’t fall for all this propaganda."

Looking at her departing back, her friend couldn’t help but shake her head.

They knew she had been trying to become an Array Formation Master, but her talent was lacking.

And now, when she found a boy a lot younger doing what she failed to achieve, she was in self-denial.

Inside a beautiful courtyard, a young man was practicing his fist technique.

His brow was covered in sweat and his robes drenched. Yet, that did not diminish his handsomeness.

Suddenly, the door of the courtyard was pushed open and a young man dressed in a blue robe embroidered with the insignia of the Gong clan entered.

"Young Master..." Gong Rui shouted, his voice filled with impatience.

The young man practicing his fist technique creased his brow as his concentration was broken.

He turned and looked at his fellow clansman and demanded in a chilling voice.

"You better have a genuine reason for shouting like that," Gong Tao demanded coldly.

Gong Rui nodded. "Young Master, I came with important news, and it’s about the Jun clan."

Gong Tao’s interest was piqued. As the leader of the Gong clan’s younger generation, his role was to control and lead their clan against their arch-rival – the Jun clan.

Since he broke through and became a First-Rated Martial Artist, staying back at the academy had little effect on him.

His presence was to hold back the reign of the Jun clan. Even though they were weaker than the Jun, they couldn’t let the gap widen.

"Quick, tell me," Gong Tao demanded impatiently.

Without holding anything back, Gong Rui narrated the result of the Apprentice Array Formation competition.

Listening to it, Gong Tao knitted his brow, and he couldn’t help but ask,

"Is this news confirmed?"

"Yes." Gong Rui nodded. "Our clan elder in the association has already confirmed it."

Gong Tao was shocked inwardly. An eighteen-year-old Array Formation Master! How was that possible?

Where did he come from?

Had the Jun clan been hiding all this while?

Various thoughts flashed through his mind, but he did not have an answer to any of them.

Suddenly, he asked, "What is his name?"

"Jun Wu."

"Jun Wu?" Gong Tao was confused. Among the top talents of the Jun clan, there wasn’t anyone named Jun Wu.

"Who’s that?"

"I heard he’s the trash of the Jun clan, the stain on their name." Gong Rui responded, but he even found it hard to believe.

If an 18-year-old Grade-1 Array Formation Master was trash, then what about the others?

"Trash!?" Gong Tao sneered. "This must be the Jun clan’s scheme."

Only an idiot would believe such a talent was called trash.

"Leave. I need to think," he commanded and returned to his room. He had lost every trace of training.

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Inside another beautiful courtyard, a serious discussion was going on.

"Are you sure?" Jun Zhenya asked, staring at Jun Jiahao.

Jun Jiahao nodded with a solemn gaze. The trash of the clan had somehow become a talented Array Formation Master.

How was that even possible?

Jun Hui and Jun Wuhan still wore a look of disbelief. They could still remember how they toyed with that retarded fool.

And now, he had become famous, and his talent was being praised.

As a Jun, they should be happy for a fellow clansman, but they were not. Their shock turned into a deep frown.

"Senior brother, Senior sister, we can’t allow him to continue like this. We must do something," Jun Wuhan said in an aggrieved voice, unable to hide his anger and jealousy.

Jun Zhenya, the strongest among them, tapped her armrest gently, her expression unreadable.

Now that Jun Wu’s fame has spread throughout the city and even the entire region,

They could not openly attack him like they usually did.

"We do nothing for now. Have some people watch him while we wait for a response from the clan," she said after a moment.

Jun Hui and Jun Wuhan exchanged subtle glances and were not content with the response, but there was nothing they could do.

While the Jun clan and Gong clan younger generations were deliberating how to handle Jun Wu’s sudden rise,

Jun Wu was meeting the Array Formation Association president.

"Hahaha. I never believed I’d have the chance to meet such a young talent in this life," the president said with an amicable smile.

"President, you flatter me. I believe there are many like me out there," Jun Wu responded humbly.

The president nodded, finding him more likable. Achieving such a feat at such a young age, many youngsters would be filled with pride.

But he could see Jun Wu did not let the pride get in his head.

"I learned you made rain fall during the competition with your array formation. I’m interested in that array formation," the president said directly.

Jun Wu’s expression did not change as he continued to look at the president.

"Sell the array diagram to the association, and the association will be indebted to you," the president added as he saw Jun Wu’s calmness.

"President, you should know how precious an array diagram is. So, I’ll need to refuse your offer," Jun Wu said calmly.

The president did not change his expression. He was merely trying his luck.

"But I can work with the association," he added.

When the president heard this, a bright smile appeared on his face, and he nodded, liking Jun Wu even more.

"Good. Good. Since you’ve decided to give this old man some face, I won’t mistreat you."

Jun Wu smiled without responding. He had his reason for collaborating with the association.

"Why don’t we keep this hidden for a moment? I need to put something in place," the president asked.

"No problem. I’ll follow your decision."

Outside the president’s office, some old elders stood with a look of anticipation on their faces.

"Do you think the president will succeed?" an elder asked.

"Of course, the president will succeed."

"Hahaha. That will be good. Everyone will have a chance to learn such an important array diagram."

Unknown to them, they would never have the chance of learning the Quick Rain Array Formation in their lifetime.

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