With Countless Qualities Bestowed Upon Me, I Shall Ultimately Become Immortal Chapter 740 - 590: True Solar Fire! Sainthood Achieved in Sp

Yang Huan, as the chief disciple, should be able to answer questions and resolve doubts. ng Chuan decided to ask him in the morning.

It’s not out of impatience, but the changes in his own Martial Arts inner state made him take it seriously.

Any impacts or consequences need to be understood.

...

To be fair, the place Yong’an is really weird.

Speak of the devil.

Just after thinking about Lao Yang for a short while, ng Chuan’s phone rang.

He opened his eyes, hesitated little, and imdiately answered.

[Hey, ng Chuan.]

Yang Huan’s tone seed slightly too calm.

Normally it would be fine, but having just been crowned as the Great Saint’s disciple, it shouldn’t be so calm...

Thinking of himself, he definitely couldn’t remain calm if it were him.

His master beca a Grandmaster, and he was ecstatic for several days.

When Luo Guanyun beca a Great Saint, he celebrated for a month with the world...

His quick mind thought:

"Did I sohow... offend Lao Yang?"

Prepared to settle accounts for the money paid to the Shaolin Temple?

Lao Yang can’t be that petty...

At worst, he’ll pay, not that he’s unable to afford it now.

Clearing his throat slightly, ng Chuan greeted robustly:

[Hello, Principal Yang!]

[... Ahem, I heard soone say you want to seize power and beco principal?]

[...]

Who is spreading rumors!

ng Chuan swore to investigate thoroughly!

[Huh? That’s false, I’ve never had such thoughts.]

[Hm? Really? I heard many say it very convincingly.

They say you’re avoiding returning to school, trying to evade my sharpness.

Once your wings are strong enough, you’ll instigate a change at Lishan, seize power and position?]

[... Which traitor is misinterpreting our sovereign-subject relationship, Lao... Principal Yang, please discern loyalty from treachery!

ng Chuan fights outside for the school’s honor; ignore what others say and focus on his actions!]

Heh...

Yang Huan choked, then sat upright:

[Your honor is making pay ten billion to the Shaolin Temple?]

Yang Huan wanted to tease him, but ng Chuan’s words made him laugh instead...

anwhile, ng Chuan realized.

What Lao Yang says, he really can’t argue against...

He could only grandly boast:

[Principal, watch closely. I’ll ensure the morning showcase makes our Northern United University renowned worldwide!]

[In the red Fire Dragon attire?]

[I’ll wear it!]

[Don’t you dare print labels and advertise all over.]

ng Chuan gritted his teeth:

[No ads!]

[Ahem... That’s more like it.]

On the other end, Yang Huan held back laughter painfully.

The older ginger is spicier, easily trapping him with a few words.

His quick wit still couldn’t beat the wisdom of an old fox...

[Alright, let’s put the seizing power issue to rest; I’ll act like I don’t know.

If you want to be principal of the Lishan Campus, I’m always ready to step aside, as I’m not local.

However, to rise in rank, you need the strength to overpower San Qin first. The principal’s will represents the school’s will. If you don’t have it, Lishan Campus will be constrained in developnt.]

[Understood! But I truly never intended to seize power, only a second-year student, how dare I think of such things!]

After speaking, ng Chuan pondered internally:

"To be principal requires overpowering San Qin; do you, Lao Yang, really think you can beat that sly candle dragon from next door..."

[Look, you don’t dare ponder as a second-year, so by fourth or fifth, you’ll dare to think and act, huh?]

[...]

ng Chuan fell silent, clearly Lao Yang was joking around, making things worse the more he explained.

The purpose of Yang Huan’s antics.

Was to use humor to dispel the slight tension caused by earlier peering at ng Chuan’s ridian.

To avoid increasing suspicion with the next topic for this doubting youth.

Indeed, to outsiders, ng Chuan is honest and diligent, with remarkable talent as an exemplary young person.

But in his eyes, ng Chuan seems straightforward yet sly, especially suspicious!

As they continued chatting, Yang Huan’s tone gradually beca serious:

[Let’s get to business. At noon I was in the sky protecting a master, noticing your senses not far off.

Finally, Principal Sui and you exchanged glances, did you feel any... bodily anomalies?]

Though he spoke tactfully, the ending held a hint of expectation.

ng Chuan...

Was indeed in Yang Huan’s grasp.

Hearing Yang Huan inquire willingly, caution arose in his heart...

Upon further thought, just a minor matter.

What Principal Sui gave him isn’t from soone else.

Coincides with his intention to ask, like delivering a pillow to a sleepy head.