Chapter 310 - The Meeting of a Young Lord and The Great Young Master
The guards were clear that no matter how big a merit it was, it would only happen upon returning home.
For now, they had to carefully protect their young masters, mystical beasts, and especially Young Master Yun himself, before the deed was done.
In the process of training, they also sensed something was amiss. The mystical beasts in the Residence of Yun seemed to have their own ranking. Actually, it was more like the ranks among the mystical beasts was crystal clear.
To illustrate, the Phantom Vulture that just joined the family was obviously being isolated. The Lightning Cats ignored it, walking far away from it like they were afraid to catch its stench. For this, the experts nodded in understanding; they completely understood the cats.
After all, the Phantom Vulture was abhorrent. Almost all living creatures were reluctant to accept it. Everyone was clear about such a theory. Therefore, this Phantom Vulture sought its owner, Yun Yang, for safety all the time. It was understandable that it was close to Young Master Yun and kept following him around. After all, Yun Yang was the only person who showed any willingness to see it?
However, what was with the Lightning Cats?
Why were they bullying the Three-eye Boar and Ten Thousand Catty Bear whenever they had nothing to do? They even bullied the Black-winged Tiger…
What was going on here?
These were eighth-level mystical beasts!
Even if their genuine capabilities were debatable, they were still real eighth-level beasts! The blood that flowed through the veins and powerful lineage could not be faked.
What was the level of these Lightning Cats? Had they all eaten the courage of a panther? How dare they bully mystical beasts above their own level! This was provoking the lion in its den!
Young Master Yun was all for his Lightning Cats though. Once any conflict occurred among the mystical beasts, Young Master Yun would appear immediately to summon the cats back like he was scared that his Lightning Cats would be harmed.
Everyone felt that they could understand it too. The Lightning Cats were only beginner or intermediate level mystical beasts. Even when the Ten Thousand Catty Bear, Three-eye Boar, and Black-winged Tiger were just newborns, the levels were still there; once the higher leveled ones exploded in anger, the Lightning Cats would not be able to defend themselves against it. It was possible for them to die just from the shock alone.
In spite of this, they still disapproved of Yun Yang’s attitude. It was undeniable that one would be biased towards his own beasts, but did he have to coddle those Lightning Cats?
Was that not being overprotective?
As the mystical beasts spent more time together, these Lightning Cats actually formed an ego distinctive to the direct line of Yun Yang’s care; they were prideful and arrogant! They simply meowed day in and day out, pushing the Three-eye Boar and Ten Thousand Catty Bear around…
The experts from all four families felt their teeth clenching from how absurd things were.
Since they had to lower their stance by staying under someone else’s roof, did their mystical beasts come to the same realization as well?
Every day, the Phantom Vulture, Jiji, would come out first, followed by the Lightning Cats who formed a line and sashayed out. Sometimes, there were only four of them; sometimes, there were five… but no one could distinguish between them or tell them apart. After all, they looked exactly the same; only their sizes had the tiniest of differences.
As time passed, everyone got used to it.
As long as their family’s beast could advance in level, nothing posed an issue. After all, it was already defying the natural law of the mystical beasts from how the Lightning Cats could harass the higher level beasts and not be countered.
From the seventh day onwards, Yun Yang asked the three noble young masters aside to pass them the tricks of training mystical beasts individually. This struck the experts’ heart as they grew even more relieved – Young Master Yun was indeed trustworthy and performed his duties with full accountability.
Very responsible so!
From how things had worked out, Dong Tianleng had even lesser things to do.
This fellow had been playing with his sword and behaved sordidly for the past few days, having fun and being triumphant, but after Yun Yang taught the three young masters the ways of training beasts, there was no longer anyone who paid attention to him. The three young masters were already annoyed by how sordid he was, so they naturally thrust themselves into the task of training their beasts now that the proper matter called for their attention.
Dong Tianleng entertained himself for a few days and finally got bored of it. After all, one needed audience whether one was playing with the sword or being sordid. Who was he showing all that to if he was doing it alone?
"Shall we go for a drink?" Dong Tianleng hollered, afraid that no one had heard him.
No one responded.
"I’m buying… I said I’m buying. Who’s going? I’ll buy anything!" He cried again, the volume of his voice increasing.
Still, no one responded.
"I’m going by myself if you fellows aren’t going to… Don’t regret it! The offer only stands once!" Dong Tianleng shouted with all his might once again.
"F*ck off!" The three great young masters roared simultaneously.
"F*ck, you three are refusing a toast to drink to a forfeit? Your father wishes that all your mystical beasts become Phantom Vultures!" Dong Tianleng spewed a string of curses as he walked out himself in search for an alehouse to wash his misery away.
His guards sighed, shaking their heads, playing rock-paper-scissors to decide who would have to follow the young master. They fought fiercely to win; the one who lost, in the end, would have to follow Dong Tianleng!
"These bastards! Not one of them is willing to accompany me!" Dong Tianleng gulped the wine down while devouring some meat. He looked indignant, his eyes slanted while his hat sat tilted to one side as well; one of his legs was on the chair and his face was an oily sheen from how he ate. He cursed aloud while eating, "Each of them is wicked! One day, your father will show them…"
His guard beside had his head lowered, rolling his eyes fervently after making sure that Dong Tianleng would not see his actions – we have duties to perform, alright? Do you think that everyone is as free as you? You’re not toying with your sword nor being sordid today but throwing words now, are you?
"Ay, Old Fatty!" Dong Tianleng suddenly thought of something, as his eyes radiated.
"Young master, I’m Old Fatt, not Old Fatty." The guard scanned his scrawny body miserably. Why would you even think that I would ever be called fat?
"Old Fatt!" Dong Tianleng corrected himself and stuck his head over, lowering his voice. "I've just thought of something; find me some medicine."
Old Fatt shuddered. "Medicine? What medicine? What do you want to do?"
"What medicine? What do I want to do?" Dong Tianleng stared at Old Fatt like he was stupid. "Nourishing medicine for their mystical beasts, of course."
"Nourishing medicine?" Old Fatt was immediately suspicious. How can you be so kindhearted? Who’d believe that?
"Not the fatal nourishment nor that rare one that has no color nor scent. It’s fine even if it’s a normal laxative or… an aphrodisiac works too. As long as their beasts can be unwell for a month." Dong Tianleng gritted his teeth. "F*ck them for ignoring me… Ridiculous! If I’m upset, none of them can feet great too!"
Old Fatt felt faint; he was seriously wondering if his luck was at the lowest point in life. Why else would he lose in rock-paper-scissors today? Why else would he be sitting here and not anyone else?
How could he complete this task?
As long as it’s not lethal? Are you giving an aphrodisiac to a cub less than a month old? Giving a laxative? So it will be unwell for a month? You don’t even look like you’ll stop if you don’t torment them to death!
You’ll be fine if a mishap really did happen because I’d definitely be the scapegoat. The point is, I might not be the only one doomed; my entire family might be involved just in this one incident.
"Yes?" Dong Tianleng was impatient.
"No, no! This can’t be!" Old Fatt’s head shook like a rattle drum.
"Old Fatt, do you know why you got promoted so slowly in our family?" Dong Tianleng was giving him a sorrowful look. "It's because you’re too timid! How big a thing can this be?"
How big a thing can this be? You offending three families in one go, you tell me how big a thing this is!
If this fellow was not his young master, Old Fatt was certain that he would have lost his cool, beaten him to death then go on to torture his corpse for the next three days.
I'm timid, am I? Your father will show you how bold I am!
As Dong Tianleng continued his string of curses, he suddenly saw a young master dressed in white strolling in with an escort dressed in black. Wherever he passed, there seemed to be a fragrant air following.
The white-clothed young master was graceful and handsome; he was lean and tall, his elegance unsurpassed. A glance at him immediately conveyed the fact that he came from a great and reputable large family. No matter the aspect, it showed a sense of superiority.
In spite of this, Dong Tianleng rolled his eyes and lowered his head to eat.
Great Young Master Dong Tianleng had always called himself the natural enemy of all things elegant in this world!
No matter how otherworldly the person was, Great Young Master Dong Tianleng would be upset once he laid eyes him or her – on what f*cking basis are you more handsome than me? Why is your mannerism better than mine? Why are you more graceful than me?
Everything is a f*cking act! If this young master puts up a front, it won’t pale in comparison to you! I despise falsehood, bumpkin!
With Yun Yang’s decent looks and extraordinary bearing, he should not be Dong Tianleng’s cup of tea but oh, how the world worked! When they had met then, Yun Yang’s feigned pretentious popinjay front caught Dong Tianleng’s penchant and he took to Yun Yang right away. Afterwards, the more Dong Tianleng felt Yun Yang’s ‘hidden’ sense of popinjay-ness through his actions and words, the more he was impressed and submitted himself as a subservient young brother.
However, the rest of the otherworldly young masters and handsome youths stung Dong Tianleng’s eyes – there was no exception!
However, Dong Tianleng was exceptionally glum right now and had no mood to find fault with others, deciding that he would be merciful and keep himself from attacking as long as that young master did not continue to hang around him. On the other hand, he would pound that elegance right into the fellow's buttocks if the other party did anything.
He did not want to provoke the person but the latter had taken the initiative to come to him instead.
"Oh?" The eyes of the young master in white shone once he saw Dong Tianleng. "I can tell that this young master is an elite with just a single glance. Young brother regrets not meeting you earlier. I wonder if this young master is interested to have a drink with me? This young brother will pay!"
Old Fatt’s face twitched uncontrollably.
Brother, how could you possibly tell that my young master is an elite? You must really be bold to dare to strike a conversation now. Let’s see my young master paint your face with interesting colors with his rejection.
Indeed!
"Well, that largely depends." Dong Tianleng’s head was raised with a tilt. "How sordid are you?"