I Don't Agree to the Terms

Chapter 887 470: My Master Is a God Demon, So I'll Be Arrogant—What Can You Do About It?

"Are we being too arrogant? This might not be good," Qing Feng hesitated.

He followed Ming Yue into Shengjing, and indeed, it was quite prosperous, but Qing Feng found it a bit overwhelming.

After all, their entrance was almost like announcing their return, which directly alerted that Eldest Prince Consort.

"We have to be a bit arrogant; otherwise, sneaking in would lose face for our master," Ming Yue knew that upon his return, he had to present a satisfactory answer to Gu Shanhai.

"Speaking of which, ever since we got here, I feel bound everywhere, and I just want to cut it all clean," Qing Feng realized that Shengjing's prosperity was built on a foundation of bones. Fortunately, within Shengjing, devouring one another was done discreetly, with everyone following the rules, unlike outside where it's blatantly obvious.

With the instincts of a beast, Qing Feng naturally picked up on the underlying schemes and intrigues.

Their arrival in Shengjing was certainly no secret, as Zhao Jiyu and the Zhou and Wu families had already started to gather momentum and revealed their identities.

This identity, naturally, was as a direct disciple of the God Demon, even surpassing Ming Yue's former Imperial Grandson status.

"Trouble is coming our way; thankfully, we brought Little White, otherwise we might have been schemed to death," Ming Yue shared a similar sentiment.

"So what should we do next?" Qing Feng directly treated Ming Yue as an external brain, too lazy to think.

"Let's find a place to stay," Ming Yue did not intend to live in the Fourth Prince's residence. He did not want to acknowledge his bloodline; he came here to resolve this karma.

The so-called throne held no attraction for him.

Unlike Qing Feng, he knew how privileged his treatment was, unmatched even by the eldest sons of the Eight Great Families or the true disciples from both demonic and righteous paths.

Perhaps not even those God Demon direct disciples could eat such delicacies at every meal.

"Oh, okay," Qing Feng naturally had no objections.

Soon, the two of them found an inn, with no untoward incidents occurring, and no one jumped out to provoke them.

Until the next morning, when the Eldest Prince Consort came with the Imperial Grandson, apparently intending to talk.

It was quite a spectacle, as the entire street was sealed off, mobilizing the Golden Armor Army, Liu Shan Gate, Shadow Guard, and various royal forces for protection.

The Eldest Prince Consort looked at Ming Yue with a complex expression; she had never expected such a trivial matter to escalate like this.

"Have you come to reclaim what's rightfully yours?" The Eldest Prince Consort neither attempted to become familiar with him nor did she show any closeness.

"No, I have no interest in the throne; you have no idea what life I lead," Ming Yue said calmly and gave an example.

"In the south, there is a bird called Yuan Chu, do you know of it? That Yuan Chu starts from the South Sea and flies to the North Sea. It will not rest unless it finds a wutong tree, will not eat unless it's trained food, and will not drink unless it's sweet spring. As the owl gets a dead rat, the Yuan Chu passes by, looks up, and says: 'Scare!'"

The Eldest Prince Consort remained calm; she could hear that Ming Yue was mocking her, unaware of the God Demon direct disciple, yet intimidated, thinking he would fight for the throne.

"Zhongqing is innocent, he is your brother," the Eldest Prince Consort implied that she could perish to pay for it, but Zhao Zhongqing was uninvolved and asked if he could be spared.

"I am not familiar with him."

"Not even with anyone from the Eight Great Families, I am here to seek justice."

"If I hadn't known about this, it would be fine, but since you dragged me into it, am I wrong?"

Ming Yue rebutted, adhering to Gu Shanhai's principle of either doing nothing or doing it thoroughly.

So, this time he decided not to spare anyone.

Originally, he lived well, and you assumed he was dead, he didn't come looking for relatives, but instead, everyone had their calculations, everyone had their plans, and used him as a chess piece, a bargaining chip.

"Heavenly Family's bloodline, not in control of one's self; you were wrong the moment you were born," the Eldest Prince Consort's tone carried a slight chill.

"Heh, even if I was wrong, what can you do?" Ming Yue stood up abruptly, with disdain in his tone, "My master is a God Demon, I'm not yet graduated."

"Do you know what that means?"

The Eldest Prince Consort was a bit puzzled, not understanding what Ming Yue was trying to convey.

"It means we are still children, entitled to be capricious," Qing Feng kindly added.

At this moment, the Eldest Prince Consort's eyes widened; she understood that even if Ming Yue went overboard, that God Demon would certainly protect him.

In an instant, she suppressed this thought.

"You are squandering the God Demon's favor and your own worth," the Eldest Prince Consort knew that God Demons teach disciples mostly based on interests.

"And then?" Ming Yue smiled.

For Ming Yue, even if he was squandering, what could happen? At most, the other side would die, and he'd pat his behind, returning to Wuzhuang Temple with perhaps a small punishment.

The protective tenet of the master-disciple lineage had always been present; if a disciple or junior brother committed an error, they could be punished internally, but outsiders were not allowed to interfere.

The Eldest Prince Consort's heart sank to the bottom, realizing Ming Yue was impenetrable to both coercion and persuasion.

"Just say what you want," the Eldest Prince Consort knew, further entanglement brought no benefit.

"Actually, I don't want much, just fairness," Ming Yue's meaning was simple, making everyone uncomfortable.