The Young Master Storms the City
Chapter 262: The Spiritual Power from a Thousand Years Ago_1

Chapter 262: Chapter 262: The Spiritual Power from a Thousand Years Ago_1

Yuan Yonglin’s beauty and temperament were absolutely top-tier in the provincial capital’s upper-class society, and her status was even more capable of arousing a man’s desire to conquer.

If one could truly become a son-in-law to the Yuan Family riding on the coattails of success, the invisible advantages that could come with the position held by her grandfather, Yuan Huaiyi, were equally immeasurable.

Thus, seeing Ning Fan and Yuan Yonglin getting along so well, the two of them grew even more disgusted with Ning Fan.

"Kong Tiansheng? Hong Jinrui?"

Yuan Yonglin frowned and glanced at the two men, instinctively displeased.

In fact, she had never taken a liking to these young masters of the provincial capital’s high society, especially since she considered them opponents in the Green Cloud Ranking competition.

"Ning Fan, what exactly happened just now?" Yuan Yonglin ignored Kong Tiansheng and Hong Jinrui, instead asking Ning Fan.

Oddly enough, subconsciously, she didn’t regard Ning Fan as a competitor.

"This painting is not an ordinary one..." Ning Fan said indifferently.

"Hehe, even an idiot knows that this painting is not ordinary—it’s an antique painting from a thousand years ago!" Kong Tiansheng immediately interjected rudely.

"Why don’t you let him continue, Kong? Let’s see what else this lad can come up with his pretense? I bet that beyond those three words ’not ordinary’, he can’t articulate anything more, being an uneducated nouveau riche from the countryside, after all," Hong Jinrui taunted.

"Gentlemen, I’m not familiar with you, nor did I ask for your opinions. Please don’t interrupt our conversation, okay?"

Yuan Yonglin’s brows furrowed, and she spoke without a hint of courtesy toward the two men.

Both Kong Tiansheng and Hong Jinrui’s attempts at flattery met with failure, turning their faces flush with embarrassment.

Ning Fan couldn’t help laughing, then explained to Yuan Yonglin, "Miss Yuan, the reason you felt attracted to this painting is that there’s a trace of spiritual power attached to it. You, and the others, were influenced by this trace of spiritual power—that’s why you felt that sensation..."

"Spiritual power? What’s that?" Yuan Yonglin was taken aback.

"Hehe, this Mr. Ning sure can spin a tale. What the hell is spiritual power? I only know that martial artists have Inner Strength and magicians have Mana. Are you now fabricating this thing called spiritual power?" Kong Tiansheng sneered.

"Just now he was blabbering about some medical skills, and now he’s making up stories. It’s normal! After all, such a man is only good with his gab," Hong Jinrui scoffed disdainfully.

"It’s normal you don’t know about spiritual power."

Ning Fan nodded. In the heritage left by his mother, spiritual power was even closer to the source of power than Spiritual Power.

He also only learned about the existence of spiritual power after entering the path of cultivation, cultivating out his Spiritual Power, and much later understanding its significance.

Those with weak spiritual power, whether they practice martial arts, magic, or the laws of cultivation, would never achieve great success.

Only those with strong spiritual power could become true powerhouses.

And the spiritual power attached to this ancient painting of the lady must have been left by the painter from a thousand years ago.

This means, in the ancient past a millennium ago, there was already a predecessor with such powerful spiritual power?

Apparently, the true nature of this world is far deeper and broader than what ordinary people perceive on the surface.

However, this predecessor, although powerful in spiritual power, had seemingly taken a misguided path. The spiritual power he left on this portrait of the lady carried a hint of enchantment and distortion. If one were to be influenced by this spiritual power for an extended period, at the very least it would distort their mind, and at worst, it could lead to delusion or deviation from the right path...

With this thought, Ning Fan said, "Well then, since it’s not a good thing, I’ll break it."

Having said that, Ning Fan raised his hand, pointing at the lady’s portrait from afar.

An invisible burst of Spiritual Power, mixed with his spiritual power, shot towards it.

Pop!

A soft and barely audible sound echoed through the air.

The faint, circular patterns on the painting suddenly burst like soap bubbles, being ’pop’ped by the force and quickly dissipating into the air.

"Now, try looking at it again," Ning Fan said to Yuan Yonglin.

Yuan Yonglin bewilderedly obliged and looked once more at the lady’s portrait.

"Eh?"

She immediately voiced her surprise; her perception of the painting was completely different now, no longer giving her the sensation of being drawn into it.

Kong Tiansheng and Hong Jinrui also looked at the painting, their faces revealing a trace of astonishment.

They both had looked at the painting before and were aware of its peculiar nature, but now they felt it was just an ordinary, mundane painting, without the previous mysterious allure.

At that moment, the others also came to their senses, waking from their entranced state.

"What happened?"

"Why do I suddenly feel like this painting is different from before?"

The crowd burst into a buzz of conversation, all incredibly astonished.

The wondrous portrait of the lady had, in an instant, become an utterly ordinary painting.

"It was this Mr. Ning who destroyed the painting!" Kong Tiansheng suddenly said with an unfriendly expression.

"That’s right, I saw it very clearly just now. This Mr. Ning directed a burst of Inner Strength at the painting. He must have secretly used Inner Strength to damage the paper of the painting, causing it to lose its charm. I suggest to the panel of judges that they disqualify him,"

Hong Jinrui even turned to address the seven judges at the judges’ table.