HCB Chapter 39 Thank her if you must.
Chapter 39 Thank her if you must.
"They are really going too far!"
Song Ying gritted her teeth, "You clearly won the bet, yet they dare to deny it!"
Yun Fuzhao waved his hand, "It's a small problem, a small problem."
"Come on, let's go somewhere first."
"Huh? Where to go?"
Yun Fuzhao smiled mysteriously, "You'll find out when you get there."
[Yun Family Brigade 2nd Guard He Yu: This Meng Ci'er is not worthy to be the sect leader of my Boundless Sword Sect!]
[Yun Family Brigade 1, Hong Ziqing: So petty and narrow-minded, she'll never amount to anything. Old Man Wei, if you ask me, you should just let Xiao Zhaozhao be the sect leader.]
[He Yu, Second Guard of the Yun Family Brigade: Hmph, do you think I don't want to? If I were in the cultivation world, what would Meng Ci'er have to do with this?]
These ascended powerful beings are generally not allowed to participate in the affairs of the cultivation world, except for those with special abilities like Yun Fuzhao.
Even if Wei Heyu were here, Yun Fuzhao wouldn't want to be the sect leader. The thought of managing such a large sect gave her a headache.
She used to not even want to be a class representative, how could she possibly take on such a big responsibility?
Watching the powerful figures chat along the way, we arrived at our destination quickly.
"Senior Sister Yun, are you hungry?"
Song Ying thought she hadn't eaten, so she brought her to the cafeteria.
“No, no, no,” Yun Fuzhao pointed to the group of disciples gathered in the corner, “I’m here to ask for spirit stones.”
"I give up! I should have used Yun Fuzhao instead. What a huge loss!"
"Hehe, luckily I had the foresight to bet on both sides."
"I've invested all my spirit stones this month, and now I've lost everything."
"Where is the person who bet a hundred high-grade spirit stones? Why haven't they come to collect their spirit stones?"
"Here I am," Yun Fuzhao said with a grin, squeezing through and spreading his hands out. "My spirit stones."
The disciples were petrified.
The disciple who set up the betting odds looked at her strangely. "What are you doing here?"
Yun Fuzhao took out a note, "I'm the one who bet one hundred high-grade spirit stones."
The disciple looked at the handwriting and realized it was indeed his own.
To prevent disciples from fraudulently claiming spirit stones when settling accounts later, he specially gave each disciple who had deposited spirit stones a note with a serial number.
Yun Fuzhao's number is for one hundred high-grade spirit stones.
"No, Yun Fuzhao, why are you betting on yourself?"
"So what?" Yun Fuzhao asked innocently. "Did I say you can't suppress yourself?"
"..." Actually, no.
"Quickly," Yun Fuzhao had already opened the storage bag, "please throw the spirit stones in here as much as you can."
Although the disciple was surprised by Yun Fuzhao's shamelessness, he reluctantly gave her the nearly two hundred high-grade spirit stones for the sake of future business.
There weren't originally that many, but when the disciple heard that a wronged person had bet one hundred spirit stones on Yun Fuzhao, he immediately increased his bet, wanting to get a share of the pie.
Yun Fuzhao weighed the bag in his hand. Hmm, not bad, it's quite heavy.
She smiled and put the bag into her storage bag, "Remember to call me next time you gamble."
"……Row."
Yun Fuzhao returned with a full load of goods, and also took Song Ying and the others out for a nice meal.
At the dinner table, Wang Liang felt extremely uncomfortable. Logically speaking, his injuries shouldn't have healed so quickly, but Qi Huai felt greatly humiliated because Yun Fuzhao hadn't chosen him. He immediately transformed into human form and refined a seventh-grade healing pill.
Yun Fuzhao was greatly shocked; this fox could actually refine pills. Receiving her surprised look, Qi Huai was finally satisfied, shouting, "Do you still dare to underestimate me?"
After taking this seventh-grade healing pill, Wang Liang's injuries were mostly healed, and he could go out and fight again without any problem.
On such a joyous day, he appeared worried.
Song Ying asked, "Wang Liang, you don't look well. Is your injury still not healed?"
Wang Liang shook his head, wanting to say something, but then shut his mouth.
Yun Fuzhao held her small wine cup. This wine was truly delicious, sweet and smooth. She smacked her lips, deciding to take a jar home and enjoy it slowly.
“I know you’re worried about your father,” Yun Fuzhao said, squinting his eyes with satisfaction. “I’ve taken care of it, don’t worry.”
Wang Liang was taken aback and looked at Yun Fuzhao. She had drunk too much and her face was flushed, with a faint pink tinge on her fair cheeks.
His throat tightened, "Senior Sister Yun..."
"No need for thanks," Yun Fuzhao said, popping a peanut into his mouth. "It'll hurt our feelings."
Wang Liang was deeply moved. Apart from his family, no one had ever treated him so well. He held back his tears and raised his cup, saying, "Senior Sister Yun, I toast you."
The others also smiled and raised their glasses, saying, "We toast you, Senior Sister Yun."
"Come on, come on." Yun Fuzhao drank one cup after another.
As she became tipsy, she thought that the person should have arrived at the Ding family's house by now.
In the human realm, the Ding family.
"Who does your son think he is! How dare he break my heart!"
Ding's mother was furious. "You ungrateful bastards! Without my Ding family, you would have starved to death long ago! A bunch of heartless wretches!"
A sparse group of emaciated servants knelt on the ground in the Ding family compound. They were kneeling prostrate on the ground, their bodies trembling like leaves.
In front of them, the king's father knelt upright, standing out among the servants.
“Madam, it’s normal to get injured in competitions in the cultivation world. I don’t think Xiao Liang did anything wrong.”
"You're asking for trouble, daring to talk back to me! Men, beat this bastard to death!"
Several burly men stepped forward, wielding sticks, looking menacing.
Wang's father's body began to tremble instinctively, but he still refused to change his mind. Wang Liang was his pride, and he didn't think his son had done anything wrong.
His only mistake was being born into a poor family like his; otherwise, with Liang'er's abilities, he could have gone much further.
Wang Liang closed his eyes. It was just a beating. He had been in the Ding family for so many years, and it wasn't like he hadn't been beaten before.
A thick stick slammed down on his back.
"stop!"
The Ding family's gate was kicked open.
Duan Wenhao barged in with several burly men. "Hey, what's going on here?"
Ding's mother roared, "Duan Wenhao! What are you doing?!"
The Ding and Duan families had a long-standing feud and disliked each other, but rarely clashed directly.
“Of course I’m here to do things for my boss,” Duan Wenhao said as he walked to Wang’s father and helped him up. “I’ve bought all of these servants.”
What's wrong with you?!
"One hundred mid-grade spirit stones."
"Duan Wenhao, call your father over here!"
"Not enough? Two hundred."
"You crazy person..."
"three hundred."
Ding's mother fell silent.
Duan Wenhao clapped his hands, and the burly man tossed the spirit stone to the dumbfounded Ding's mother.
Half an hour later, the servants were taken to the Duan family's residence.
Wang's father was about to kneel down to thank him when Duan Wenhao quickly helped him up, saying, "No, no, that would shorten my lifespan."
"My lord, thank you so much. If it weren't for you, I'm afraid I would have perished here today..."
Duan Wenhao grinned, "No need to thank me, I help people out too. If you really want to thank someone, thank my boss."
Who is your boss?
"Yun Fuzhao, an inner disciple of the Boundless Sword Sect."