My Co-renting Lady Boss

"Oh? A misunderstanding? I don’t seem to know your second brother. Don’t you want to give me an explanation for this? Or should I resolve it myself?"

"Haven’t I already given you an explanation? I came to mediate the misunderstanding between you and my second brother. Isn’t that enough to give you face? I say, Tang Ming, you’re quite demanding. Do you expect the Wu family’s people to apologize to you?"

Wu Hong slammed the table and stood up.

As a member of the Wu Family, Wu Hong felt he had already shown Tang Ming respect, yet Tang Ming was so oblivious.

"I never thought Mo Chou’s people were so good, yet you have such cousins. When you go back, tell Miss Mo Chou that I, Tang, am not worthy of the Wu Family, farewell."

Tang Ming leapt up, and from his sleeve, a bone claw shot out, grabbing onto the signboard of the inn opposite the restaurant.

Seeing Tang Ming jump out of the restaurant’s window, Wu Hong was stunned completely.

The door banged open, and the manager who was previously expelled by Wu Hong rushed in. Seeing that Tang Ming was no longer in the room, he was instantly sweating with anxiety.

"What should I do? The Second Young Master still asked me to keep an eye on this brat."

The manager looked out the window with a face full of concern.

Wu Hong glared at him: "You insolent servant, are you blaming me for not keeping him here?"

"I dare not, I dare not."

Seeing Wu Hong’s angry expression, the manager remembered Wu Hong’s strained relationship with Wu Ying. Wu Hong hadn’t settled accounts with him for previous poisoning incidents, and he feared he wouldn’t escape this calamity now.

But Wu Hong wasn’t thinking of blaming the manager; his gaze fell on the bustling crowd on the street.

After leaving the Wu Family’s welcoming building, Tang Ming didn’t go far but walked into a nearby medicine shop.

The shopkeeper of this Spirit Medicine Shop was an elder with a large belly. Seeing Tang Ming walk in, his eyes lit up: "Young brother, you’re an expert, aren’t you?"

"What makes you say that?"

Tang Ming raised an eyebrow. The old man’s strength was not very strong, about the Foundation Establishment Stage, similar to Tang Ming according to cultivator standards.

But Tang Ming knew that he was only a beginner among cultivators, not skilled in many immortal techniques, relying mostly on martial arts techniques learned in the mortal world.

"I am Ding Ruitian, from the Ding Family, who has been planting Spirit Grass and crafting Elixirs for generations. I smell a hint of Heart-breaking Grass on you. This stuff is top-grade for making poison. I wonder if you’re planning to buy more here."

Inside the counter, Ding Ruitian took out a small wooden box. When opened, a pungent, fishy odor emanated from within.

Tang Ming raised an eyebrow, reached into the wooden box, took a stalk of Heart-breaking Grass, and put it in his mouth: "This stuff is very toxic, but it seems not that intense."

Ding Ruitian’s eyes widened, while Tang Ming smiled inside.

Tang Ming cultivated the Ancient Tang Sect’s Thousand Evil Poison Technique. There was no upper limit to the cultivation of this cultivation technique; as long as there was the power of ’poison’ added, it could continuously improve his cultivation.

Since arriving in the Taoyuan World, Tang Ming had been without women and couldn’t leverage the power of Lust Poison, but drinking half a cup of poison wine earlier had unexpectedly strengthened the Thousand Evil Poison Technique.

Upon hearing Ding Ruitian’s words, Tang Ming immediately understood that there was some connection between the immortal grass of the Taoyuan World and the poisonous herbs of the mortal world. Strength and enhancing the Thousand Evil Poison Technique seemed linked.

"You’re just eating Heart-breaking Grass like that? How is that possible? This stuff is so poisonous, why are you unharmed?"

Ding Ruitian stared incredulously at Tang Ming and asked.

Tang Ming’s lips curled slightly: "Boss, ask what you’re supposed to ask, don’t ask what you’re not supposed to. I’m planning to buy more things from your shop, so please offer me a discounted price."

"Fair enough, fair enough."

Ding Ruitian froze, then realized the other party wasn’t familiar with him and naturally had no reason to explain his secrets.

Spirit Grass containing Immortal Energy was valuable; even with Ding Ruitian offering Tang Ming a discount, Tang Ming spent most of his savings.

These spirit stones were all given to him by Qing Die when he left the Huan Die Sect.

Tang Ming knew that after the conflict with the Wu Family, he certainly couldn’t return to the Huan Die Sect. Having taken action tonight, he was likely to become wanted by the Qingfeng Dynasty.

But Tang Ming had no regrets. A real man has to accomplish something in the world.

If someone comes knocking and poisons me, I certainly can’t swallow my pride and not retaliate. If you use poison, then I’ll use poison too.

After storing the Spirit Grass in the storage ring, Tang Ming entered the most discreet inn in Coastal City, intending to act at night and surprise the Wu Family.

Wu Ying didn’t expect Tang Ming to run; in fact, he thought even if Tang Ming ran, he wouldn’t escape him. Unfortunately, he miscalculated; Tang Ming vanished without a trace once he blended into the crowd, and the people he arranged couldn’t even capture Tang Ming’s shadow.

Wu Ying didn’t dare search Coastal City thoroughly since Tang Ming was a guest brought by Wu Mo Chou. He was very frustrated inside because he didn’t know how to explain to his wife.

Wu Ying’s wife, named Qingfeng Ziyun, was the current Regent King’s daughter.

Qingfeng Bailong, the present Regent King of the Qingfeng Dynasty, excelled in strategy and was strong, prized by the Iron-blooded Prince, managing the dynasty meticulously.

Qingfeng Bailong had been seated as Regent King for ninety-three years, and according to the Qingfeng Dynasty’s rules, he would relinquish the position to the next Regent King after a hundred years.

However, everyone in the Qingfeng Dynasty knew that the next Regent King was very likely to be Qingfeng Bailong’s son, Qingfeng Can.

After all, Qingfeng Can was nearly identical to his father, being and acting just like Qingfeng Bailong in his youth.

As Qingfeng Bailong’s son-in-law, Wu Ying’s status at home wasn’t impressive.

Qingfeng Ziyun was domineering, with a bad temper. Returning to the manor, Wu Ying felt a headache; after all, Qingfeng Ziyun personally entrusted him with poisoning.

The kid named Tang Ming drank poison wine and didn’t die, and Qingfeng Ziyun would surely trouble him.

"Ziyun, I’m back."

Wu Ying pushed open the door and walked in.

Both Qingfeng Ziyun and Qingfeng Can fixed their eyes on Wu Ying.

"Brother-in-law, how is it? Did you help me vent my anger?"

Qingfeng Can smiled at Wu Ying.