OFR – Chapter 233 Talented people

Right now, many people were heading to the Gray Market Exchange in Laos.

After all, this year’s annual exchange was unlike any before—it featured an abundance of rare items, attracting tycoons from various countries who were all converging on Yue’an City.

In 2019, amidst the turbulent situation in East Asia, large-scale exchanges capable of causing such a stir were becoming increasingly rare.

And this annual Gray Market Exchange was one of the few exceptions.

Although this high-level gathering of powerful elites would likely never be seen by the general public, its prestige and the sheer number of attending tycoons easily surpassed some of the most exclusive banquets both domestically and internationally.

Onboard his flight, Mu Bai rested with his eyes closed for a while.

When he opened them again, he glanced at his wristwatch and realized that three or four hours had passed—it was already 1:00 PM.

Beside him, Nalan Yun was still chatting pleasantly with Dongfang Jing, and their conversation had shifted from the exchange to their respective bodyguards.

Mu Bai caught a few useful pieces of information from their discussion.

One of them was that Dongfang Jing had also brought a skilled expert along for this trip—Bai Xiaojiu.

This name even earned a respectful comment from Yun Zhongfeng, who usually remained quiet next to Nalan Yun.

This showed that while Dongfang Jing might have a problematic way of speaking at times, she still had some excellent connections.

“Yes, Xiaojiu is with me. But she doesn’t like appearing in front of ordinary people, so I’ll introduce her to Young Master Yun and Master Zhongfeng another time,” Dongfang Jing said softly, her tone polite.

It was clear that ever since the charity gala, she had become much more courteous in her interactions with others.

In the past, she might have simply been used to looking down on others.

“You’re too kind, Sister Jing. I’ve heard for a long time that the Grandmaster List of the Martial Arts Circle has only one female grandmaster, Sister Jiu. I was just curious, but if it’s inconvenient, that’s fine. Please don’t worry about it,” Nalan Yun responded politely.

His mention of the “Grandmaster List of the Martial Arts Circle” piqued Mu Bai’s interest slightly.

Mu Bai had always thought that martial arts, Taoism, Buddhism, and other traditional practices had long since faded into history, leaving behind only their flashy reputations.

But it seemed that this ancient martial arts civilization, with a history spanning thousands of years, had not disappeared in the face of modernity—it had simply become more hidden.

Martial Arts Circle? Grandmaster List?

These names, which sounded straight out of a wuxia novel, actually existed.

This sparked Mu Bai’s curiosity—where would his current physical abilities place him in this mysterious world?

He was certain he would rank higher than Yun Zhongfeng—that much was undeniable.

But exactly how high, he couldn’t say.

Just as Mu Bai was contemplating this, Nalan Yun spoke again:

“Still, it is quite surprising that Sister Jiu ranks 81st on the Grandmaster List as the only female grandmaster. After all, even Brother Yun is ranked outside the top 100.”

After Nalan Yun said this, Yun Zhongfeng simply nodded modestly without saying anything, silently acknowledging it.

It seemed he found it perfectly reasonable to be ranked outside the top 100.

Hearing this, however, left Mu Bai slightly stunned.

Yun Zhongfeng, who was nearly invincible among ordinary people, was actually ranked outside the top 100 on the Grandmaster List?

Just how powerful were those ranked above him?

Could they also surpass the limits of human potential, just like him?

Mu Bai wasn’t sure.

But knowing Yun Zhongfeng’s ranking made him realize he might have underestimated the world.

Indeed, forget the entire world—

China alone had nearly 1.5 billion people. How many exceptional talents could there be among them?

Relying on the enhancement from just fifty drops of the miraculous elixir and thinking he could surpass everyone was indeed overly optimistic.

As Mu Bai pondered this, Nalan Yun, noticing that he had woken up, smiled and asked, “Oh? Brother Leng, you’re awake? What are you thinking about? By the way, did you bring any friends with you who prefer not to be seen?”

“Hmm? Friends? Haha, no, I didn’t bring anyone with me. I came alone.”

Mu Bai shook his head lightly.

Hearing this, Nalan Yun was momentarily surprised but quickly smiled, understandingly refraining from asking any more.

The three continued chatting casually for a bit.

As they neared Yue’an City, Mu Bai took out his phone from his pocket, intending to contact Kang Yunyun again.

He wasn’t very familiar with the Gray Market Exchange in Laos, so there were some things he would need Kang Yunyun’s help with.

Mu Bai scrolled through his recent contacts, found Kang Yunyun’s QQ, opened their chat, and sent her a message.