The School Beauty’s Super Rogue

Chapter 1263 - 1258: The Witch’s Age

"Ah Sang, we’re all our own people here, no need to be so distant. If you have any ideas, I can talk to the Witch, and I’m sure he’ll agree to let you in."

Qin Hao said tenderly.

"Thank you, Brother Hao, but I’m really fine. You should go ahead. Don’t keep the Witch waiting."

Ah Sang said understandingly.

"Okay then."

Qin Hao nodded reluctantly and, under Ah Sang’s gaze, stepped into the cave.

As soon as he entered the cave, Qin Hao was greeted by a colorful glow.

The light came from above; when he looked up, he saw many colorful stalactites hanging from the ceiling.

Stalactites, a wondrous natural phenomenon, not only have a magical appearance but also medicinal properties, regarded as treasures of the natural world.

Under normal circumstances, it takes three centimeters of growth for a stalactite to grow one centimeter. However, the stalactites above Qin Hao’s head were at least half a meter long, with some reaching nearly two meters.

Two meters!

What a magnificent sight!

Qin Hao had traveled far and wide and had visited conservation zones to see stalactites.

But those places, deemed tourist hotspots by the government, had stalactites that were impressive if they reached a few dozen centimeters.

Compared to the ones before him?

They’re hardly in the same league!

"Wow! These stalactites are not just colorful but their shapes are outrageous. If geologists from the outside world saw them, they’d be blown away!"

Qin Hao murmured excitedly.

"Hehe, if you like them, feel free to take some with you."

At that moment, the Witch walked over with a cup of tea.

Qin Hao tried to divert his gaze from the ceiling, observing the surroundings.

Apparently, the so-called Holy Acupoint was just a spacious cave.

It measured roughly two hundred square meters, with rocks of strange shapes around the periphery. The ground was covered with thick rugs.

On the rugs were various pieces of furniture. Fir chairs and tables, luxurious crystal glasses on the tables, filled with colorful wines.

Next to the table was a gigantic double bed.

Further away, there was a cabinet, its door closed, but inside, there seemed to be a faint spiritual qi wafting out.

"Why is the young friend silent? Are you not interested in these stalactites?" The Witch’s voice had a playful tone: "With so many herbs in your bag, you must be a skilled alchemist. Stalactites are mainly used in alchemy, and these high-quality stalactites are rare treasures. Have you not been tempted?"

Qin Hao swallowed and said, "How could I not be tempted? You’re so generous, old brother—I’ll take a few later."

With that, he sat down on the cushion beside the wooden table, looking around and sighing: "Brother Wu, I didn’t realize you knew how to enjoy life!"

The Witch sat opposite Qin Hao on the plush seat, his voice filled with amusement: "Who says I must suffer in the dark?"

"Brother Wu, you’re quite humorous." Qin Hao laughed, picked up the Agate Wine before him, took a sip, and said, "Forgive my impoliteness, but this wine is excellent. Brother Wu, you truly know how to enjoy life!"

"I’m glad you like it." The Witch elegantly picked up a glass of wine, removed a corner of his mask, revealing a nicely shaped mouth. He took a small sip of the wine before putting the mask back.

Qin Hao stared at the mask and couldn’t help but ask, "By the way, Brother Wu, I’m Qin Hao, what’s your real name?"

"Real name..."

The Witch gazed into the distance, as if recollecting something ancient, "I haven’t spoken it in so long that I’ve forgotten."

"Would you like to remember it?" Qin Hao’s eyes gleamed with implication.

"Not at the moment." The Witch’s voice carried a hint of sorrow, "Let’s talk about other things. For instance, how did you unlock Celestial Dragon Island."

"Us?" Qin Hao laughed, shaking his head: "No, you can’t say ’us,’ only a small part of those people outside are my friends, the others have little to do with me."

The Witch’s eyes brightened, "If I wanted to know more about these outsiders, could you help me?"

"Certainly not before," Qin Hao’s expression was somewhat indifferent but quickly turned into a cheerful smile.

He raised the wine glass again, took another sip, and smiled: "But now that I’ve drunk Brother Wu’s wine, and there’s a saying ’a drinker’s mouth is soft,’ I should repay the favor with some information."

"Oh? I’m all ears."

The Witch’s eyes sparkled even more brightly, and a hint of a smile seemed to appear beneath the mask.

Qin Hao drank the wine in one gulp, burped, and then said, "The group that arrived on the island can be divided into three categories. One is the Huaxia military, the vicious dogs that eat people without spitting out the bones. Another is the foreign forces, the plunderers eyeing Huaxia. The last batch is the local Huaxia forces. But the local forces can also be divided into two categories: people from the Ancient Martial Circle and those without background, the loose cultivators..."

Upon hearing this, the Witch’s eyes darkened, and though he said nothing, Qin Hao still sensed the coldness on his face hidden behind the mask.

Silence fell.

Three seconds later, the Witch said in a cold voice: "Vicious dogs that eat people without spitting out bones. That’s a fitting description."

Qin Hao noticed the tone carried resentment, and couldn’t help but ask, "Brother Wu, you seem to have a prejudice against the military..."

"Prejudice?" The Witch’s cold laugh was more pronounced: "No, I just hate those despicable people."

"Hate?" Qin Hao’s eyes sparkled, "There’s gossip! Spill the tea!"

The Witch gave Qin Hao a cold glance and said: "Compared to the military, I’m more interested in the Ancient Martial Family."

If the Witch’s attitude towards the military was mere indifference, then towards the Ancient Martial Family, it was sheer hatred.

Qin Hao winced at the Witch’s teeth-grinding tone, surprised: "Brother Wu, you hate both the military and the Ancient Martial Family? Were you an outsider before?"

Reasonably, Celestial Dragon Island had been closed for many years.

And for the Witch to hate these forces, he must have spent time outside.

"Yes." The Witch didn’t hide this, "I used to live in Huaxia."

"How many years have you been trapped here?"

"Many, I’ve lost count."

Qin Hao was somewhat shocked: "Brother Wu, your age must be enough to be my grandfather!"

"Snort..." Amused by Qin Hao’s exaggerated expression, the Witch couldn’t help but laugh, "If you calculate it, that’s about right."

"Really?" Qin Hao was genuinely surprised this time.

The Witch’s casual demeanor and youthful appearance made Qin Hao think he was in his twenties.

Who would have thought, the man was old enough to be a grandfather?

It’s truly absurd!

"Brother Wu, you’re really young at heart." Qin Hao couldn’t help but admire.

"Just been trapped for too long."