Chapter 122: Are You Satisfied Now, Fu Chen?

The meal concluded amidst the hidden agendas of those present.

As the servants cleared the table and brought out delicate Chinese pastries and tea, Fu Henian took a sip and remarked, "This will be our last meal together for the year; your mother and I are leaving for New Zealand in a few days."

"We are getting on in years, and the damp, chilly climate of Nancheng no longer suits us. So, do stay a little longer today and keep us company."

Ke Jing nodded, turned to the woman beside her, and said gently, "Huaiqing, dear, there are photos of Fu Chen from his childhood in the upstairs bedroom. Would you like to come and take a look with me?"

Song Hui’s eyes brightened visibly. Aside from Fu Chen’s study...

"Did you not hear the opinions of the various sect leaders and vice-leaders? Is there anyone here who agrees with you risking your own life?" Qi Dian said, glancing at Ren Fei and the others.

"Do not speak to me of being a young dragon. Even if the strongest of your dragon race were to stand before me, they would still have to die."

Except for Di Renjie, everyone looked at Li Hao with confusion. The son and daughter-in-law of Old Lady Chen, however, wore expectant smiles; the thought of receiving fifty strings of cash in compensation made them secretly thrilled.

Daoist Patriarch Hongjun found himself speechless for a moment. The Heavenly Dao is impartial, and he knew his side lacked moral justification. Yet, he could not easily let this Daoist Xuanzhen go. He had no idea when this man had attained sainthood; he had become a variable entirely beyond his control, and that was intolerable.

Ever since Lin Yan lost consciousness, Granny Thousand-Hands and the Daoist of Emptiness had barely slept a wink, startled awake by the slightest sound.

Furthermore, no one dared to harass them. Everyone knew that the current commander of the Red Flag Battalion was Zhao Hongqi. If you were to harass the soldiers under his command, he would absolutely beat you half to death.

Li Zhi lay motionless on the bed. He stepped forward to take his pulse, finding him physically unharmed and merely knocked unconscious, which put his mind at ease. He went to check on Lu Yun and Chen Song in their respective rooms, finding their conditions stable, though they had yet to wake.

"Is that so? That was merely my own power! Hmph, you frog in a well!" After calming his mind, the Patriarch stared coldly at the Sect Master.

Because the opportunity to show off before an army of one hundred and thirty thousand—something that wouldn't happen in eight hundred years—had finally come to an end.

No matter what happened to the Master of Darkness ahead, the sisters would receive rewards beyond imagination from the God Lord, given their years of tireless devotion and the fact that they were among his closest confidantes.

The three men dismissed him as a lunatic and, brimming with killing intent, prepared to continue their siege on Zu Baifeng. Just as they were about to strike, a stone flew out of thin air and struck the Eastern Depot eunuch squarely on the head. The eunuch, his skin covered in black scales, let out a cry of pain and clutched his head; when he loosened his grip, he saw blood.

"And if I were to forgo titles and land, and ask only that he launch a campaign against the Yue State, combined with your indirect involvement in the assassination of the late King Liao, how do you think that would end?" Hua Chen pressed further.

"Miss Huang, I am truly sorry! Your foot requires immediate medical attention, so I have no choice but to take you away like this. I beg your forgiveness." Zhao Tong’s reply was calm, though his heart hammered against his ribs.

Lang Qiang, however, showed no signs of panic. Every time this girl tugged at his trousers, she said the same few things. Either someone was coming, or she had spotted something else.

Recalling the white fire to his chest, he changed his hand seals. A black flame leapt from the white fire, and he drew a fountain spring from within it, forcing a drop of golden blood from his fingertip into the spring.

Because of the various expenses required to build the "Quicksand" organization, Hua Chen had gained a deep understanding of "money."

Relying on his steed, Hua Chen spent five or six days crossing the Wu State and traversing most of the Yue State’s landscape, which led him to question the myth of the "Prince Charming": did the princess love the white horse, or the prince?

Fang Yu swallowed hard and asked, "Would braised pork work?" She felt that whatever she wanted to eat now, she would be able to get.

"Although it isn't a proper meal, it should be enough to fill our stomachs," Meilin said, licking her thin lips. With a charming tone, she told Li Qingchen that there would likely be no work today.