Chapter 246: Immediately Kneel and Apologize to Your Godfather
Wen Zhantian’s eyes lit up. "Then what are you waiting for? Contact Duan Lang immediately!"
Wen Zihua gave a bitter smile. "I can’t get through to Duan Lang’s phone right now. Prince Duan must have him under lockdown. Third Uncle, you’ll have to figure something out. If I’m the one who leaks the news to Prince Duan, he’ll definitely get suspicious. He’ll eventually trace it back and find out that I was the one who instigated Duan Lang to go to the Cheng Mansion Banquet."
"I understand."
Wen Zhantian turned and left. He was going to "accidentally" leak this information to Duan Yanming.
Neither Wen Zhantian nor Wen Zihua noticed the young starlet beside them rubbing her lower abdomen in discomfort.
The feeling was just like the onset of her period.
A bit of bloating, a bit of pain.
However, not wanting to spoil Wen Zihua’s mood, the starlet showed no sign of her discomfort. She smiled sweetly and consoled him, "Young Master Wen, that punk who dared to offend you definitely won’t live to see tomorrow! The number one expert of the younger generation in the Ancient Martial Realm has to be you!"
Wen Zihua was very pleased with the flattery. He threw an arm around the starlet and stormed into the Wen Family’s private room.
A battle without the smoke of gunpowder erupted in an instant!
Wen Zihua vented all his anger on the female star!
The female star couldn’t take it at all! She was utterly defeated!
...
Table Thirteen.
Some sounds that one usually had to pay to hear suddenly appeared in Cheng Yuan’s mind.
Cheng Yuan quickly cut off his connection with Little Silkworm.
He didn’t want to pollute his own ears.
A few minutes ago, Cheng Yuan had made a move.
Just as Wen Zihua was leaving with his female companion, Cheng Yuan had Little Silkworm enter the starlet’s body and listen in on the conversation between Wen Zihua and Wen Zhantian!
Cheng Yuan wasn’t the least bit surprised by this. ’Those two smiling tigers revealed their true colors the moment they turned around!’
Cheng Yuan had completely sentenced Wen Zihua and his third uncle to death!
For Wen Zihua, it would be an immediate execution!
As for Wen Zhantian, he would need to plot a bit more, or perhaps raise his Martial Dao Realm slightly.
After all, Wen Zhantian was a Martial King expert!
It would take at least one of his trump cards to kill him instantly!
Cheng Yuan didn’t want to waste any trump cards on Wen Zhantian.
Cheng Yuan snorted coldly. ’Wen Zhantian and Wen Zihua want to rely on my sworn brother to take me down?’
’How ridiculous!’
Cheng Yuan took out his phone and dialed Duan Yanming’s number. The call connected quickly, and Duan Yanming’s incredibly earnest voice came through: "Worthy Brother, have you arrived? Where are you? I’m currently helping Xiaolang recuperate, but I’ll come get you right now!"
"Table Thirteen. I can come over by myself."
"No, I must welcome you personally!"
...
Wen Zhantian walked quickly to Private Room Number Three, which belonged to the Dali Duan Dynasty.
To be able to secure Private Room Number Three amongst so many powerful figures, one could only imagine the status the Dali Duan Dynasty held in the Ancient Martial Realm.
Rumor in the Jianghu had it that Duan Yanming’s father, Duan Yu, had mastered the North Nether Divine Skill, one of the top three skills in the Ancient Martial Realm. His power was said to rival that of the Old Dragon King!
He was the only person in the current Ancient Martial Realm who could exchange more than a hundred moves with the Old Dragon King.
The Wen Family were allies of the Dali Duan Dynasty, so upon seeing Wen Zhantian, the head attendant of the Dynasty, a young woman named Shuang’Er, let him pass without an announcement.
"Third Uncle Wen, the Prince is currently treating the Crown Prince’s injuries. Please wait a moment."
Wen Zhantian nodded slightly and sat down in a purple sandalwood chair, heaving a sigh.
"Third Uncle Wen, you are an esteemed member of the organizing committee. Why are you sighing?"
"A junior injured Zihua, but because of the Old Dragon King’s order, our Wen Family can’t make a move against him!"
Shuang’Er’s expression darkened. Wen Zihua often came to hang out with Duan Lang, and she had a good impression of him.
"What? Who’s so audacious? Who dared to hurt Brother Zihua?"
"Some punk with the surname Cheng. He somehow got an invitation from the Bear Medicine King of Sichuan Province. Zihua was just asking a routine question when the kid knocked out half his teeth!"
Shuang’Er’s gaze turned cold. "A punk with the surname Cheng? Is his name Cheng Yuan?"
"I believe so."
"Cheng Yuan has some nerve! After crippling the Young Prince, he still dares to show up at the medicine exchange conference? Does he think our Prince is a pushover?"
After speaking, Shuang’Er turned, entered the secret chamber, and closed the door tightly behind her. "My Prince, the punk who injured the Young Prince is here in the exchange hall! I will personally lead some men to capture him!"
Duan Yanming shook his head gently. "Postpone avenging Lang’er for now. Nothing is more important than his injuries! I am going to welcome my sworn brother personally! Once Lang’er is healed, it won’t be too late for revenge."
"Yes!"
Duan Yanming walked out of the secret chamber, saw Wen Zhantian, and gave him a slight nod. "Younger Brother Wen, please excuse me for a moment. I shall be right back."
"Please, go ahead, Prince Duan. I will go and maintain order in the hall."
Wen Zhantian went to the second floor, hid behind a pillar, and watched Table Thirteen from the corner of his eye.
Soon, he saw Duan Yanming walk up to Cheng Yuan, put a hand on his shoulder, and then sling an arm around him, leading him toward Private Room Number Three.
Wen Zhantian was absolutely ecstatic!
It was common knowledge that when Prince Duan was angry, his enemies might still live. But when Prince Duan smiled, his enemies were as good as dead!
Years ago, Prince Duan had worn that same beaming smile as he wiped out an entire Martial Dao Family!
’This Cheng fellow is doomed!’
Wen Zhantian took out his phone and dialed Wen Zihua’s number. When Wen Zihua received the news from his Third Uncle, he was instantly thrilled!
He was absolutely euphoric!
Seizing the opportunity, Little Silkworm slipped into Wen Zihua’s body and entered his heart meridians!
Wen Zihua didn’t notice anything amiss. He laughed sinisterly, "Cheng Yuan, aren’t you so badass? Aren’t you a genius? A genius who can’t grow up is destined to be a joke! Meanwhile, I, Wen Zihua, will leave behind an indelible legend in the Ancient Martial Realm!"
...
With his arm around Cheng Yuan’s shoulders, Duan Yanming strode into Private Room Number Three.
Shuang’Er and the other Duan Family servants were stunned. ’The Prince’s sworn brother is so young? He looks about the same age as the Young Master!’
’He might even be younger!’
"Sworn Brother, Xiaolang is in the secret chamber. This way, please."
Cheng Yuan nodded slightly and stepped into the secret chamber.
Duan Lang was leaning against the bed. He weakly opened his eyes, and when he saw Cheng Yuan, a look of ecstatic joy appeared on his face.
"Father-King, didn’t you say..."
What Duan Lang wanted to ask was, ’Didn’t you say you would take revenge after healing me? Why did you bring my enemy here directly?’
’It seems Father truly dotes on me after all!’
However, before he could finish his sentence, Duan Yanming interrupted him.
Duan Yanming, his face wreathed in smiles, made the introduction. "Xiaolang, hurry up and greet your godfather!"
Greet my godfather??
BUZZ!
Duan Lang’s mind felt like it had short-circuited. He couldn’t believe what he had just heard with his own ears. He was starting to question his very existence!
"Father-King, stop joking around! Cheng Yuan is the one who crippled me! Why would you become sworn brothers with him? Did he trick you or something?"
Duan Yanming frowned and looked at Cheng Yuan questioningly. "Sworn Brother, what’s going on here?"
Cheng Yuan said calmly, "Big Brother, it was like this..." After explaining, he concluded, "So, it was just a small conflict, not worth mentioning."
Cheng Yuan didn’t embellish the story; he recounted the events exactly as they had happened.
Duan Lang snorted coldly. "Easy for you to say! How about I cripple you and see how you feel?"
Duan Yanming’s gaze turned icy. ’This little bastard really knows how to cause trouble!’
Elder Qi had already reported to him that this sworn brother of his had astonishing talent!
Besides, even if Cheng Yuan had no Martial Dao talent, his medical skills alone were enough for him to be treated as an equal!
Duan Yanming took a step forward and viciously slapped Duan Lang across the face. "Xiaolang, get on your knees and apologize to your godfather right now! Otherwise, I, Duan Yanming, will no longer have you as a son!"