After Descending the Mountain, Seven Big Brothers Spoil Me - Chapter 1152

Chapter 1152: My Grandson Has Been Kidnapped
At first, Zhouzhou didn’t think Yin Shuo had enough talent. But when it came time to recruit people, she realized that he actually had quite a bit of potential among the younger generation. The only good thing was that young people had a strong ability to accept new things, and when Yin Shuo egged—no, rather, summoned them—quite a few people were willing to join their cause.

Ye Lingfeng had already pushed the necessary procedures through, and today, he brought Zhouzhou the official documentation, and took the opportunity to check on her progress.

“I’ve set up a plaque for you. From now on, this place will be called the Special Action Office. You’re the director, and we’ll divide it into several groups, each with a leader. We’ll start with Jing City as a pilot program, and once it’s a success, we can expand,” Ye Lingfeng explained.

Zhouzhou nodded, agreeing with his plan. “It’s a bit slow, but it’s stable. There shouldn’t be any problems. Once the Jing City project succeeds, expanding elsewhere will be much easier.”

Ye Lingfeng asked, “How’s the recruitment going?”

Zhouzhou sighed at the mention of it. “The people Yin Shuo brought are already at Master Li Yuanming’s place for training. Senior Uncle Tang has brought in some strong people who can start working right away, but we’re still short of real experts.”

At the moment, they had managed to gather the willing recruits, but the true masters were all like Yin Hua—reclusive figures. Yin Shuo had told her that his grandfather had connections with them, but he didn’t know how to contact them. Even if they had the phone numbers, they wouldn’t be able to reach them—only Yin Hua could.

Zhouzhou rubbed her chin, worried. It had been nearly a week, and Yin Hua hadn’t shown up once. She had expected that, given his grudge against Master Li Yuanming, he’d have stormed in immediately upon learning about this, but somehow, he was still holding off. He was even more patient than she had imagined. Of course, it could also be that her medicine wasn’t potent enough.

She glanced over at Yin Shuo, who was busy drawing talismans.

Noticing her gaze, Yin Shuo looked up in confusion and asked, “What’s up?”

Zhouzhou smiled like a sly fox, and Yin Shuo, oblivious to the danger, remained completely innocent.

Zhouzhou asked, “How’s your talisman practice going?”

Yin Shuo’s eyes lit up. “There’s been progress!” His fire talisman had grown from the size of a ping pong ball to the size of a soccer ball, and now he was finally confident enough to call it a fireball.

“It’s still way worse than yours, Master Zhouzhou,” he added, scratching his head awkwardly.

He hadn’t expected her to be younger than him but so much more powerful.

Zhouzhou clasped her hands behind her back and gently coaxed him, “Do you know why I’m so strong?”

Yin Shuo followed along, curious. “Why?”

“Because I have a secret recipe,” she said, as if remembering something, quickly covering her mouth, “Oh, sorry! I forgot, Master said this is a secret formula of Sanqing Temple, and it can’t be shared.”

She looked apologetically at him, then hurried off, acting mysteriously.

Yin Shuo’s curiosity was piqued. He hurried after her. “What’s the recipe?”

Zhouzhou shook her head, putting on a mysterious expression. “I can’t say. It’s a Sanqing Temple rule—only disciples from Sanqing Temple can have it. I can’t break the rule.”

With that, she didn’t look back and walked away.

Yin Shuo was now burning with curiosity and immediately found Mu Xuan, blocking his path. “Senior Brother Mu, I heard Sanqing Temple has a secret formula that makes disciples super strong—is that true?”

Mu Xuan gave him a look and smiled, radiating a kind and honest aura. “Yes, otherwise how could Zhouzhou be so powerful?”

Yin Shuo’s eyes widened. “Could you tell me what the recipe is?”

Mu Xuan’s smile dimmed slightly as he shook his head. “I can’t. You’re not from Sanqing Temple, so I can’t tell you.”

With a sigh, he added, “What a pity. You have great talent. If you knew the secret, you’d definitely improve in leaps and bounds.”

This was too much to bear. Yin Shuo was naturally eager to learn, and his grandfather had already been grooming him to be the heir. Now, knowing that such a recipe existed but he couldn’t get his hands on it was unbearable.

No matter how much he asked, Mu Xuan refused to say more, warning him not to trouble an honest person.

At that point, Yin Shuo felt a bit guilty, but his curiosity remained.

Mu Xuan glanced at him, seeing that Yin Shuo’s fire was almost burned out, so he turned to leave.

Right around the corner, he bumped into Zhouzhou, but he wasn’t surprised—he knew she had been eavesdropping.

Zhouzhou gave him a thumbs-up. “Senior Brother, you’re great!”

Mu Xuan smiled. “Honest people always understand each other.”

“Exactly!” Zhouzhou agreed, nodding. “We’re both honest people!”

Ancestral Master, overhearing their conversation, couldn’t help but roll his eyes. “What family of honest people has so many tricks up their sleeves, always fooling others?”

Still, he supported them. It looked like the idiot from the Yin family would be hooked soon. He just wondered when Yin Hua would arrive.

Meanwhile, Yin Hua was thinking about when Yin Shuo would return.

He had been so angry these past few days that he couldn’t even eat properly, nor sleep well. Every time he closed his eyes, he would see Li Yuanming showing off in front of him, and during that period, he had even been afraid to leave the house.

Every time he did, people would ask why the Sanqing Temple head would choose Li Yuanming over him.

It made him so angry that he had to retreat into seclusion for years. When he finally emerged, he learned that Li Yuanming was great at reading books but awful at practical skills—he had nearly been killed by a spirit during an attempt to capture one.

Yin Hua was furious when he thought about how he had lost to such a person. The nightmare lingered even after he became a master, and when he and Tang Qing were hailed as the twin dragons of the Mystery Sect, he still couldn’t escape the shame.

And now, even his own grandson was stolen by his enemy’s disciple. What was going on with this crooked family?

Seeing Yin Hua’s dark expression, the butler hesitated before speaking. “Master, should we go see Young Master?”

Yin Hua exploded. “Why? Let him figure out who’s stronger. He’ll come back on his own.”

The butler remained silent, understanding the situation.

Another week passed, and Yin Hua had lost a lot of weight. He asked, with a hint of exhaustion, “Has Shuo come back?”

The butler respectfully answered, “Not yet. Young Master has apprenticed to Master Li Yuanming.”