Chapter 2813: Carrying Shoes
2813 Carrying Shoes
/From yesterday until today, the so-called challenge to the little stoic had provided ample material for jests. Could anyone with a discerning eye fail to notice it?
/How impressive you believed yourself to be earlier is now how thoroughly you've been humbled by a simple truth!/
/Did you not see the sympathetic glances cast your way by your fellow students?/
/They truly couldn't help but court disaster!/
When Jin Chaoyang noticed the peculiar look in the Dean's eyes, it became evident that the Dean had no intention of coming to his aid.
He hesitated briefly before suddenly pointing at Qiao Mu and exclaiming, "She cheated! Dean, she cheated!"
"She must have used five attack jade talismans just now!"
"Didn't everyone witness it firsthand? I endured five attacks! A full five!!"
Jin Chaoyang shouted, leaping as if he were on the brink of death.
"Cough, cough, cough."
With two of his ribs broken in his chest, he gasped for another breath of cold air after this shout. The pain was so intense that cold sweat formed on his forehead. He coughed heavily, his voice muffled, but he had to slowly reduce both his speed and volume.
"It's common knowledge that an attack jade talisman can only unleash a single attack, but just now..."
"You're like a frog at the bottom of a well, ignorant and inexperienced!" Qiao Mu coldly interrupted his rambling, her gaze dryly scanning him. "Just because you haven't seen it, he hasn't seen it, and everyone else hasn't seen it doesn't mean it doesn't exist in this world."
"You should expand your horizons!" The little stoic lost her temper and scolded the elderly man in front of her, showing no restraint.
"This is a multiple-attack jade talisman."
The little stoic had always been too indifferent to bother with explanations, but at this moment, she felt the need to engage in a serious conversation with this uninformed individual.
"With my current skill, I can only craft five."
"But do you know, Patriarch Chaoyang, the same man you disparaged earlier, once crafted seven grade-seven attack talismans? Have you ever heard of that?"
Everyone was left dumbfounded.
All eyes, including those of Mu Xingchen, Mu Xingchen, and Mu Rouxuan, were fixed on the young lady before them as if they were listening to a fantastical tale.
"How, how did you find out?" Mu Rouxuan asked Dao Seeking with a trembling voice.
Her heart quivered.
/Could it be that this young lady had an incredibly fortunate encounter and had once acquired the very talisman technique personally endorsed by Patriarch Chaoyang?/
If that were the case, it would explain her mysterious and incomprehensible mastery of talismans.
Qiao Mu, of course, had no intention of enlightening Mu Rouxuan.
Because it would lead to a lengthy discussion.
The former Sect Master of the Holy Water Sect had been an old friend of Mu Chaoyang's.
During their casual conversations, she had heard many stories about Mu Chaoyang's life.
However, at that time, she had no idea that this old man was her ancestor. She had simply thought of him as bold, enlightened, and generous by nature. His expertise in talismans was exceptional, and his character and cultivation were truly commendable.
/When Jin Chaoyang dared to defame and insult her idol just now, it was absolutely unacceptable!/
It wasn't that she was adamant about defending Mu Rouxuan.
She didn't really care about what happened to Mu Rouxuan, but no one was allowed to insult her lifelong idol in her presence.
Her small hand slid over the white jade bangle engraved with bamboo on her wrist.
The Maple Pavilion talisman array, left behind by Patriarch Chaoyang three centuries ago, played a crucial role in enabling the Holy Water Sect to protect the entirety of Maple Pavilion during the relentless assault by the Six Prefectures.
This audacity and skill surpassed that of a Great Master. Referring to her as a grandmaster would not be an overstatement.
In comparison, Jin Chaoyang, this contemptible individual, was in no way a match for him. He couldn't even hope to measure up to his abilities