“I wonder what line Nephew Baker used to activate that Sacred Blade Token, and what grade of weapon was drawn?”

　　Master Howard turned his gaze to Charles Baker and Susan Grant, his tone carrying a hint of disdain.

Chapter 9: Buying Half a Line of Your Poetry

　　Susan Grant saw that Charles Baker still wasn’t speaking, so she pinched his waist hard and gave him a shove: “You tell them yourself.”

　　Charles Baker hadn’t spoken earlier simply because he was too lazy to explain. From an Earthling’s perspective, once you’ve given something to me, it’s mine. Let alone that it’s already gone—even if I still had it, whether I take it out or not is my own business. Even if you’re the original owner, you have no right to order me around like this, let alone with two outsiders present.

　　Besides, the lines of poetry Charles Baker recited were all the wisdom of Earth’s humanity, not his own creations, so there was nothing to show off about.

　　But things had come to this point, and Charles Baker knew he couldn’t stay silent any longer. He glanced at Master Howard and his son Bluefield, who wore a proud expression, then reached out and grabbed in the air. That dazzling, fierce, golden-scaled Dragon Scale Blade appeared in his hand out of thin air.

　　“I just casually said a couple of lines, nothing worth calling good poetry. The weapon drawn is right here, and it’s nothing special.

　　Since the family head thinks it’s useful, just take it back.”

　　Charles Baker directly placed the Dragon Scale Blade on the table in front of Samuel Grant.

　　“Sacred grade!”

　　Samuel Grant and Master Howard were both startled at the sight of the Dragon Scale Blade.

　　Bluefield, however, was young and hot-blooded, unwilling to admit defeat. He said coldly, “Who knows where this sacred-grade weapon came from? Without the lines of poetry, who can prove this sacred weapon was drawn from that Sacred Blade Token?”

　　“Mundane things are just mundane things. Whether gold carp or kite, in the end, they’re just ordinary mortals. No matter how they change, they’ll never amount to much.”

　　Charles Baker said disdainfully.

　　“Who are you saying will never amount to much?”

　　Bluefield’s face changed dramatically, and he shouted angrily.

　　Charles Baker couldn’t be bothered to argue with him. He casually pulled out a decorative sword from the side, channeled his energy, and slashed at the wall.

　　The blade moved like the wind, the strokes like hooks. With a flourish, Charles Baker carved two lines of poetry onto the wall, then sheathed the sword with a flourish, took Susan Grant by the hand, and turned to leave.

　　As he walked, he said indifferently, “How could ordinary people understand my lofty ambitions?”

　　“You…” Bluefield, his face ashen, saw Charles Baker leading Susan Grant out of the hall. He wanted to chase after them to argue further, but Master Howard held him back.

　　“Old Grant, I truly apologize for today. We were out of line. We’ll definitely come to your door another day to make amends.”

　　Master Howard bowed to Samuel Grant.

　　“We’re not outsiders, no need for such formalities. Go back and tell your father, if his old bones can still move, he should come visit more often. It’s been years since we last met.”

　　Samuel Grant clearly had no intention of keeping Master Howard any longer.

　　Bluefield still wanted to protest, but Master Howard pointed to the lines of poetry Charles Baker had just carved on the wall. Bluefield glanced at them, and his face instantly turned deathly pale. He said nothing more, hanging his head in dejection as he followed Master Howard out of the Grant household.

　　“**************, once encountering the winds and clouds, it transforms into a dragon…” Samuel Grant stood before the wall, reading the lines of poetry over and over, finally unable to hold back a bitter smile. “Bai Dingtian, oh Bai Dingtian, you left such a son in my Grant family. I really don’t know if it’s a blessing or a curse for us!”

　　With that, Samuel Grant raised his hand, wanting to wipe away the two lines of poetry on the wall. But after several attempts, he couldn’t bring himself to do it. In the end, he sighed and lowered his hand, looked at the two lines again, and chuckled, “The difference between dragon and kite is as vast as clouds and mud. If he truly becomes a dragon soaring in the sky, perhaps it will be a fortune for my Grant family.

　　**************, once encountering the winds and clouds, it transforms into a dragon…

　　Let me see, then, whether you are that true dragon that shakes the heavens…” Susan Grant had been led by the hand by Charles Baker all the way back to Dongxian Garden. If it had been before, she would have shaken off his hand at once, but today Susan Grant let him hold her small hand, feeling no urge to resist at all. She let Charles Baker lead her along, her mind full of his bold and dashing figure in the hall.

　　“Have you held my hand enough yet?”

　　Back in Dongxian Garden, Susan Grant finally shook off Charles Baker’s hand, her cheeks tinged with a faint blush.

　　“If not, can I keep holding it?”

　　Charles Baker looked at Susan Grant with a grin.

　　“I thought you’d changed and become a gentleman, but you’re still as shameless as ever.”

　　Susan Grant bit her lip as she spoke, but for some reason, she wasn’t as angry as before.

　　“Rivers and mountains may change, but a person’s nature is hard to alter. How could someone’s character change just because they say so?

　　Still, if I were you, I’d rather spend my life with an interesting rascal than spend half a day with a boring gentleman.”

　　Charles Baker smiled and turned to walk into the courtyard.

　　“Rivers and mountains may change, but a person’s nature is hard to alter.”

　　Susan Grant was stunned for a moment before she understood the meaning of the words. Looking at Charles Baker’s back, her expression grew complicated.

　　“Miss, Young Master Baker, you’re finally back. Master Jude has been waiting for you in the living room for quite a while.”

　　Little Grace came out to greet them, hurriedly speaking to Susan Grant and Charles Baker.