I can identify everything, but the level is increased by one

He entered the Golden Pavilion.

The interior was surprisingly spacious, with the floor made of some kind of wood, which produced a metallic sound when stepped on, indicating its sturdiness.

The number of people inside was unexpectedly small.

Including him, there were only four.

The remaining three, one woman and two men, were gathered together, conversing.

Noticing Su Han's slight surprise, a young man dressed as a nobleman stepped forward and greeted him with a smile:

"I am Qian Guang from the Caobang. May I ask for your name, brother?"

He was surprised.

He had expected Li family's fool to be the next one to enter, but instead, it was a masked swordsman with a sturdy build, whose origins were unknown?

Regardless, since he could enter the Golden Pavilion, he must have passed the blindfolded swordsman's test, possessing some level of strength, making him worthy of acquaintance.

Caobang?

Su Han felt a sense of awe.

He had heard other medicine apprentices talking about the three major gangs in Ping'an County: the Caobang, the Yanbang, and the Anbang, which covered almost half of the city's businesses, practically serving as the county government in the shadows.

Even people from the Caobang want to enter the Golden Pavilion?

It seems he came to the right place.

"Su Han, greetings, Brother Qian."

Su Han replied, giving his name.

In any case, his current identity was just an unknown medicine slave, so giving his real name wouldn't be recognized, and there was no need to hide his identity.

Su Han, surname Su?

This was a common surname.

In the Northern Territory, covered by the cold tide, there was the prestigious Guangning Su family, which had produced a mighty marquis who guarded the northern border, a noble identity.

But this was not the Northern Territory after all, and there were no major families with the surname Su in the surrounding counties.

This person was also hiding his identity with a mask, so what were his origins?

Qian Guang repeatedly pondered this surname in his heart, smiling as he said:

"Since we have entered the Golden Pavilion, it shows that we have a connection.

Come, let me introduce you.

This is the noble daughter of the Zhang family in the city, named Zhang Pianxue, and this is the son of the Thunder Martial Hall's master, Xiang Wu."

He introduced the backgrounds of the remaining two to Su Han.

Su Han was silent for a moment, then gave his name as well.

Xiang Wu seemed to guess what Su Han was thinking and quickly emphasized: "Don't misunderstand.

It's not that my martial hall's martial arts are not strong, but my dad insisted that I come to the Golden Pavilion.

There's no way around it."

Under the mask, Su Han's expression was subtle.

Is that so?

"Alright, Xiang Wu, you don't need to emphasize this every time you meet someone.

The more you emphasize it, the more people will think you're feeling guilty.

There are only three of us here now, so no one cares, but when there are more people later, who knows what they'll think."

"Moreover, the Golden Pavilion Master should be observing us in secret."

"Don't embarrass yourself."

Zhang Pianxue said coldly, with a slightly venomous tongue.

Observing?

Su Han raised his eyebrows, his gaze scanning the surroundings.

Apart from the four of them, it was empty, with no so-called blind spots.

How could they be observed in secret?

Could the Golden Pavilion Master be a Divine Gate Grandmaster, able to monitor everything around with just his thoughts?

It's obvious that he's just leaving us here to cool our heels.

Xiang Wu retorted, unconvinced, feeling somewhat indignant.

Divine Gate Grandmaster?

Su Han couldn't help but find it absurd.

He had learned about the martial arts levels of this world from Zhao Caishu, with the three major gates of Essence, Qi, and Spirit, totaling three gates and nine realms.

Although he didn't know if there were even stronger individuals above that.

But it was rumored that Divine Gate Grandmasters could communicate with the heavens and earth, with immeasurable power.

How could such a figure appear in the small Ping'an County?

But after they said that, his spiritual sense, which had been trained by the Heaven-Stealing Secret Breathing Technique, did feel something, as if someone was really observing them.

In the backyard of the Golden Pavilion, on a high pavilion.

There was a table of food and wine, with two people sitting there.

Although it was snowing outside and the cold wind was biting, the food and wine were still steaming hot, and the surroundings were as warm as spring, as if it were a windless place.

"Sir, I didn't expect you to grace my humble abode with your presence."

A sturdy man with a scruffy beard raised his glass to the young Confucian scholar in front of him, with a respectful expression on his face.

Although there was a large age gap between the two, the man seemed like a student.

"I'm only passing by on my way to investigate the cold tide in the Northern Territory and the various heretical sects.

It's you, kid, who ran to this small town after graduating and is living a peaceful life, even becoming the Golden Pavilion Master, which doesn't seem like your old personality."

The young scholar teased with a smile.

The middle-aged man asked curiously: "I'm troubling you, sir, to be so busy, but I just suddenly had a realization one day and wanted to hide my edge and guard my clumsiness.

As for those three little brats below, I wonder if sir has any favorites?"

"Judging by my Qi Observation Technique, their fortunes are green and white, no good."

The young scholar shook his head.

The middle-aged man was puzzled: "It is often said that heroes emerge in chaotic times, and this cold tide in the Northern Territory is a sign that chaotic times are about to descend.

Logically, there should be some geniuses with great fortune."

"You think it's like catching fish, where you can catch one every time you cast your net?"

The young scholar scolded with a smile, then casually glanced at Su Han, his gaze passing through the layers of walls, landing on Su Han, slightly startled, somewhat surprised: "Wait, interesting, he has Dragon and Tiger Qi?"

Inside the room, Su Han's breathing hitched.

It was as if he had suddenly been targeted by some kind of ferocious beast, an invisible pressure enveloping him, making it impossible to move his body as he wished, as if he were trapped in a swamp.

But the next moment, this pressure suddenly disappeared.

Only then did he breathe a sigh of relief, feeling awe in his heart.

What exactly happened just now?

"What's wrong?

Brother Su, are you getting impatient?

Actually, I am too.

Why don't we just leave?

The Golden Pavilion Master must be playing us, he doesn't take us seriously at all."

Xiang Wu asked, seeing that he was getting impatient.

Su Han didn't speak, only seeing a middle-aged man suddenly appear in his line of sight, he didn't even have time to react.

"Boy, you come with me."

"And you, boy, wait for me."

The middle-aged man said indifferently, placing one hand on Su Han's shoulder, leading him towards the backyard, moving extremely fast, leaving behind a series of afterimages, and leaving the remaining three in a daze.

What just happened?

"That… seems to be the Golden Pavilion Master, Yuan Xingkong."

Qian Guang swallowed and said slowly.

Xiang Wu: Ah?

"Sir, I have brought the person here, but I don't see anything special about him, except that he is sturdy and has strong blood energy, indeed a good material for martial arts, but does he really have Dragon and Tiger Qi?"

Su Han heard the words in his ear, and only then did he come back to his senses, recalling the scenery just like a meteor, as if time had stood still, feeling shocked in his heart.

Is this the martial arts of this world?

Truly mysterious!

"Su Han, greetings, two… seniors."

He took off his mask, looked at the two people in front of him, and bowed in greeting.

"No need to be so polite, I am looking for you this time because I want to ask you something."

"What do you think of the current world situation?"

The young scholar asked with a smile.