Chapter 725 - The Furious Bai Chang Feng (2)
This is all my fault. If I wasn’t fooled by these people and returned home then I wouldn’t have lost Ning’er for over twenty years. I can’t continue like this. I won’t allow it! Regardless of where you are my love, I will come find you and be together again!
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Outside the door, Chief Wu Wei and the others could all hear the painful cries of the patient. Many were ecstatic at the successful recovery, but more were showing astonishment over Bai Yan’s ability to create an eighth grade Dan pill. Therefore, just about everyone were running over to the bedroom, leaving only Bai Chang Feng in the background like a crowd pleaser.
There’s no way someone like the old grandpa wouldn’t want to go investigate who could be so capable, but he’s an outsider and this was a family matter. If he hastened himself and barged in there without invitation then it’s surely inappropriate.
“Elder Muzhen,” Zhongnan (older) sneered in contempt at the old hag. Clicking his tongue sarcastically, he wants to emphasize his point, “What more do you have to say to this?”
“Humph!” Muzhen promptly snarled in retaliation: “So what if that girl could refine an eighth grade Dan pill? Nothing but a slut born of a whore! As an elder of the Misty Fairy House, I would be the first to object to the idea of her returning to her ancestry!”
“You know my student’s mother?” Zhongnan’s face sank at the implication of those words, his aura growing increasingly cold and dangerous.
“Oh right, none of you know this so I’ll enlighten you bunch of knuckleheads with the truth. That slut looks very similar to the whore who tried to seduce the young lord years ago. I’m assuming she secretly gave birth to his child after tricking her way into his bed.”
The Zhong brothers were stiff as a rock at that last bit. Their eyes had a look of disbelief like it’s the most incredible news they’ve ever heard, but more of it was joy and elation.
If what this witch says is true then the girl is the young lord’s daughter? That means our Misty Fairy House has an heir!
“Don’t get too happy just yet. The whore from back then is a person who idolized the rich. Because of the young lord not revealing his true identity, that person ended up running away with another wealthy individual. Heck, we can’t even be certain this little slut is related or just some brat trying to sneak her way into our ranks.” Scoffing a derisive chuckle, Muzhen proudly states her opinion for all to hear.
“You shut up!” Zhongnan snaps and roars out, “Don’t think the chief and madam would let you off for this! They’re just busy and don’t have the time to deal with you. Wait until they’re done, then you’ll get what you deserve.”
Casting a sideway glare at the old senior, Muzhen didn’t care what this fella had to say to herself; instead, she began to stroll towards the bedroom? like she owned the place.
Zhongnan was absolutely livid by this point and wanted to attack right then and there. Thankfully the younger brother Zhongbei decides to step in and grabbed at that arm. Shaking his head: “Don’t, Yun Feng has only just recovered from his illness so we mustn’t let our arguments disturb his rest. What’s more, we still need Muzhen to get a better picture of what happened to Yan’er’s mother. After we finish probing her for the details then nothing will stop us from exacting our revenge.”
As frustrated and unwilling as Zhongnan was, he knew that’s the optimal solution for now. Pressing down that anger, he too had begun to head for the bedroom.
“This Misty Fairy House sure is noisy….” Making a mild shake of his head, Bai Chang Feng didn’t care for all this drama and took it as nothing more than a little play for himself. After all, its unrelated to himself in his opinion.
If only this old grandpa knew who Muzhen was referring to, then perhaps his attitude wouldn’t be so calm.
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“Young Lord!” As soon as the old witch rushed into the room, the first thing she saw was the decadent looking Yun Feng leaning against the bedrest. Due to the emotions running up to those eyes, this old hag couldn’t resist wiping a trickle of tear coming out of the corner.