Chapter 478 - 270: Reunion [Valentine’s Day Special]
Chapter 478: Chapter 270: Reunion [Valentine’s Day Special]
"Greetings to Manor Master Wen."
Wen Fusheng was considered one of the most renowned experts in South Ridge. Luochun Manor, spanning one hundred and twenty-eight miles, neither advanced nor retreated, stood firm all these years without a single sign of wavering.
Regardless of which hall or gang you belonged to, none could gnaw away at the bone that was Luochun Manor.
Now, meeting this almost legendary figure, Wu Qianhuan couldn’t help but feel a little excited.
But after hearing Chu Qing’s introduction, Wen Fusheng was taken aback for quite a while.
He looked at Wu Qianhuan a couple of times, then glanced at Chu Qing, and said thoughtfully:
"If my old memory serves me correctly... the daughter of Wu Ganqi should have been betrothed already... You... surely haven’t snatched her away by force, have you?
"Using your superior martial arts to bully people?"
"... ..."
Chu Qing rolled his eyes, too lazy to pay him any heed.
Seeing his reaction, Wen Fusheng finally came to a realization:
"I knew it, why would Chu Tian have you send this good girl back to me... so you’re the third of the Chu family!
"Goodness, a chicken coop... ah, pfft!"
He intended to say ’a golden phoenix came out of the chicken coop,’ but realized as soon as he said it that he couldn’t guarantee anything else, but Chu Qing would definitely beat him up.
Nowadays, this young man’s martial arts have become unfathomable, even Prince Xue was defeated and fled after fighting him.
Chu Qing even claimed that the next time he met Prince Xue, he would surely take her life.
Wen Fusheng didn’t think this kid was spouting nonsense.
If it turned out his martial arts were far superior to his own, if Wen Fusheng was beaten for saying this, he would have no way to complain, so after a slight pause, under Chu Qing’s watchful eyes, he forcibly changed the topic:
"I knew it, why did you suddenly have the array experts under my charge go to Celestial Dance City.
"Turns out it was due to such a connection..."
This happened some time ago.
It was after Prince Mu appeared before him once again that he sent the method of setting up the Celestial Secret Net Array found within the array to Luochun Manor in a letter, inviting those two array experts to set up an array in Celestial Dance City.
Chu Qing didn’t intend to hide this from Wen Fusheng, as he needed to use his people after all.
Some level of honesty was necessary.
Chu Qing pulled Wu Qianhuan to sit down and poured a few cups of tea from the teapot:
"After Prince Mu found me, there might be some trouble, so after thinking about it, I decided to strengthen our methods on the side of Celestial Dance City."
"Speaking of which, why did you hide your identity?"
Wen Fusheng was quite curious.
"When I was young and foolish, I was coaxed into joining the Mirror of Sin."
Chu Qing chuckled:
"Later I realized, Mirror of Sin was a facade selling dog meat under a sheep’s head, so I withdrew... In the end, I suppose Manor Master Wen can understand."
"I see."
Wen Fusheng gave Chu Qing a knowing glance with a half-smile:
"So, when Tie Lingyun suddenly attacked Mirror of Sin, you probably had a hand in it, didn’t you?"
"Just a little."
Chu Qing chuckled:
"Primarily, Mirror of Sin was wicked and couldn’t stand in the Martial World, and Hall Master Tie couldn’t stand seeing such scoundrels run rampant, so he used thunderous means to annihilate them."
"... Cut the nonsense."
Wen Fusheng couldn’t stand his fibs:
"It’s a pity, if I knew there were branches of Mirror of Sin within Luochun Manor’s territory, I’d help you eliminate a few as well."
"I’ve been waiting for that."
Chu Qing, well-acquainted, took out a map from his sleeve and glanced at the location of Luochun Manor’s one hundred and twenty-eight miles:
"Within these one hundred and twenty-eight miles, there are three Mirror of Sin branches.
"Too few to chart, come, Manor Master Wen, take a careful look, memorize the locations, and wipe them out when you get back."
Wu Qianhuan watched his conversation with Wen Fusheng, completely devoid of respect for age or hierarchy, and couldn’t help but find it both amusing and absurd.
She felt Chu Qing was a bit ridiculous, yet also acknowledged that his abilities earned him Wen Fusheng’s respect.
On the other hand, Wen Fusheng’s attitude towards Chu Qing was a bit irreverent, which was truly surprising for Wu Qianhuan.
She turned her head to look at Gentle and happened to meet Gentle’s eyes.
Gentle blinked and said:
"They can chat for hours behind closed doors."
"... ..."
Can they really get along that well?
Wen Fusheng hurriedly said:
"Daddy came this time specifically to see you, let this kid go find a cool spot for his troubles."
"Oh."
Gentle responded softly, and it was hard to tell what she meant.
Chu Qing put away the map:
"Alright, you two haven’t seen each other for a while, I won’t hold you back from your father-daughter talk, I’ll head back first."
Of course, Wen Fusheng and Gentle didn’t stop him, but once Chu Qing left, Wen Fusheng’s brows furrowed tightly:
"These two seem to get along well, daughter, do you have feelings for that kid?"
Gentle’s eyes were extraordinarily clear:
"What does it mean to have feelings?"
"This..."
Gentle’s words truly stumped Wen Fusheng.
Though he was experienced, he was still a coarse man.
How could he know what a girl thinks when she’s interested in a man?
After much hesitation, he tentatively asked:
"Do you want to sleep with him?"
Gentle’s eyes were nearly clouded with confusion:
"What’s there to consider... we often sleep together."
"What!?"
A fiery rage roared to life on Wen Fusheng’s forehead:
"Damn brat, I’ll kill him!"
At that moment, he didn’t care whether he could win, Wen Fusheng might suffer humiliation, but bullying his daughter was unacceptable.
Then Gentle said:
"When you’re out and about, you often can’t find a place to stay, when he sleeps, I keep watch, when I sleep, he keeps watch, isn’t that the usual?"
The fire on Wen Fusheng’s forehead was instantly extinguished.
"When you say sleep, you mean just sleep?"
"... Daddy, what are you talking about?"
Gentle looked at Wen Fusheng with no emotional fluctuation:
"If sleep doesn’t mean sleep, what else could it be?"
Wen Fusheng felt all out of sorts... how to explain this?
Though she was his biological daughter, these matters weren’t exactly topics an old father could discuss with her.
He only resented that her mother had passed too early.
Now, this enormous issue hung overhead like a great mountain, pressing this renowned expert of South Ridge until sweat beaded on his forehead.
Especially faced with Gentle’s clear, unblemished gaze, Wen Fusheng found himself at a loss for words.
He sighed and began to inquire about their journey.
He hoped to judge whether there was a problem between the two from it.
Earlier he welcomed it, but now knowing this boy Chu Qing truly had a fiancée, he had to consider it carefully, as it concerned his daughter’s future.
... ...
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Chu Qing and Wu Qianhuan had no idea what the father and daughter were discussing together. Chu Qing didn’t return to his room but instead pulled Wu Qianhuan into her room.
After entering, he circled around, then opened the door and called for the waiter to bring some writing materials.
Wu Qianhuan looked at him, perplexed, not knowing what he intended to do.
When the waiter brought the items, Wu Qianhuan began to grind the ink for him:
"Are you writing a letter home?"
Chu Qing shook his head:
"We found something on Cyan Simurgh Peak, and I plan to imprint it."
"What sort of thing?"
Wu Qianhuan was a bit curious.
Chu Qing took out a box from his sleeve and dumped its contents onto the table. The clinking sound of gold coins left Wu Qianhuan a bit surprised.
She picked one up to inspect it closely:
"There’s a picture on it?"
"Yes."
Chu Qing nodded:
"It should be a Treasure Map, concealing the Nine Treasures of Heaven and Earth."
Wu Qianhuan nodded immediately, continuing to grind the ink while inquiring about his adventures from the previous night.
Chu Qing narrated as he picked up a piece of gold puzzle, coated it with ink, and pressed it onto the paper.
A vague pattern emerged.
His narrative abruptly halted, and he grimaced:
"This thing doesn’t seem so simple..."
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