novelraw Chapter 819 180: What Does It Have to Do with Me? (Part 3)
Chapter 819 180: What Does It Have to Do with Me? (Part 3)
However, sometimes, I also hope…"
The words stopped here.
In fact, this was Ji Chengjue revealing his true thoughts to the Eldest Prince;
Like real ironclad friends from the common folk, it takes shared experiences to build that bond; knowing each other's scandals and secrets keeps the connection long-lasting.
The Eldest Prince was not angry,
He just helplessly spat out two words:
"Be careful."
Immediately after, the Eldest Prince seemed to have thought of something and spoke:
"You mentioned earlier that the Ministry of Revenue prioritizes funds and provisions for Snow Sea Customs?"
"Yes."
"Aren't you afraid of arousing suspicion?"
Ji Chengjue smiled,
And said:
"Our father is simply too proud. Whoever I wish to win over, he will be even more generous in winning them over. The more I treat Zheng Fan well, the more benefits Father will give.
Besides, just because I kept a low profile before, didn't mean no one suspected me?
Brother,
To speak from the heart,
Sometimes I wish Father hadn't liked me so much when I was little, or said that I was like him;
Then,
At least I could have learned from Old Fifth, just peacefully doing some carpentry work;
Watching you all fight until your brains burst,
Wouldn't that be delightful?"
...
Inside the coffin stood Shatuo Queshi.
Outside the tent stood Tian Wujing.
One was the former Left Valley King of the barbarian tribe,
The other was now the Prince Jingnan of Yan;
One had been dead for a long time,
The other was still alive.
If back then, Shatuo Queshi hadn't died in battle in front of the Earl of North Border's mansion for the Shatuo clan's matters, they might have met on the Yan and Barbarians battlefield later on.
But due to the whims of fate,
Their first meeting,
Occurred in such a situation,
And the only witness was a baby in a crib.
Tian Wujing wasn't too shocked by Shatuo Queshi's appearance; long ago, in Shengle City, he had sensed a special aura in Zheng Fan's general's residence.
In fact, the Sword Saint had also detected it.
When their cultivation reaches their level, they naturally develop a certain sensitivity with their surroundings, and Shatuo Queshi, being a large zombie, could not completely mask his presence even at close range, which their level of experts could sense with their sixth sense.
Tian Wujing didn't know Shatuo Queshi,
But that didn't stop the Prince Jingnan from guessing it on his own.
"The former Left Valley King of the barbarians died in battle at the Earl of North Border's gate, his corpse empowered by the tribe's rituals eventually escaped.
The world assumes this flesh should have returned to the barbarian Royal Court,
Unexpectedly,
It's here,
In this guy's hands."
Tian Wujing spoke with a smile at the corner of his lips.
He didn't mind Zheng Fan having secrets; the greater potential someone has, the more secrets they hold, and the more things they can rely on.
Tian Wujing had always been lenient with Zheng Fan.
Shatuo Queshi remained silent, offered no greeting; he just stood there quietly watching Tian Wujing.
"Left Valley King."
Tian Wujing spoke out the other's identity, aware that the figure was likely here to protect someone.
In other words, Zheng Fan's decision to let such a figure protect his son shows profound thought and highlights the importance Zheng Fan placed on his godson.
However,
As Tian Wujing took a step forward,
Shatuo Queshi's eyes widened slightly, and his aura immediately locked onto Tian Wujing.
Desert rituals have always been prevalent in corpse refinement, a technique once popularly spread among Chu region's shamans too; Tian Wujing knew, such beings, though "reborn," would seem naïve.
But having come all this way, he couldn't just leave now.
Because he didn't know when he would get another chance to see his son if he missed this one.
So,
Tian Wujing took another step.
"Buzz!"
Shatuo Queshi moved,
His figure vanished from the coffin,
Appearing in front of Tian Wujing,
A fist,
Punching directly at Tian Wujing's face!
With the zombie's physical strength combined with his original third-rank martial cultivator's body, perhaps in terms of realm, Shatuo Queshi was no longer third-rank, but purely in terms of physical prowess, he was stronger than an ordinary fourth-rank martial cultivator!
Tian Wujing's eyes focused,
Raised his hand.
"Buzz!"
A muffled sound reverberated.
Tian Wujing caught Shatuo Queshi's punch with his left palm.
His white hair flowed backward with the air current,
Yet his stance remained unmoved.
Most importantly,
Shatuo Queshi, being a zombie, dared not create too much commotion for, somewhere in the heavens, he could feel a pair of eyes watching him.
This was also why Mo Wan usually kept a low profile,
Because as such a sinister being,
Carelessness could easily lead to being struck by lightning.
Meanwhile, Tian Wujing didn't want to make a big scene; he merely wished for a quiet moment to see his son.
So,
The first exchange between the two,
Did not cause a major disturbance; it started like thunder, yet ended like a gentle spring breeze.
But being able to catch Shatuo Queshi's punch in such an effortless manner was astonishing nonetheless.
However, Shatuo Queshi's onslaught wasn't over.
In life, he dared to stand alone before thousands of Northern Earl's cavalry without fear;