Chapter Forty: He Doesn't Deserve It
dn't do it, and even the Son of Heaven couldn't possibly do it. How many brains does he have"The era of the Nine Immortal Palaces is long gone," Jiang Wang carefully worded. "I have indeed learned som..."Interesting." Jiang Wang smiled.
“Are you going” Ling He asked.
"Why don't you come" Jiang Wang turned to An An and said, "Brother will take you out for a feast, how about it"
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Jiang An'an nodded her head seriously.
Ling He then tidied his clothes and casually put on his sword.
"Hey!" Jiang Wang stopped him. "You don't need to follow me, it's not like we're going to fight."
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Facing Ling He's gaze, Jiang Wang added, "Rest assured, the Fang family is not that stupid."
Ling He thought about it for a moment, and also felt it made sense. So he put his sword down again and sat cross-legged. To him, if there was nothing else to do, he could cultivate day in and day out.
Cultivation has its own world, and the joy lies in the process.
On the way to the Moon-Viewing Tower, An'an suddenly looked up and asked, "Are the Fang family bad people"
“Oh” Jiang Wang looked at her with interest. “Why do you say that”
"Even Lian LInghe wants to beat them up," Jiang An'an said.
Jiang Wang smiled.
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Ling He's personality is indeed rare in that he rarely shows hostility towards anyone.
“Then we won't go eat.” Jiang An’an added.
"That won't do, we must go eat, and we must eat with style, with sophistication." Jiang Wang said deliberately: "By eating the bad guys into bankruptcy, we are doing good deeds, understand"
Ginger Anan bit her thumb thoughtfully and nodded.
"Bang!"
"Don't bite your fingers!"
>Wangjiang City has a tower called Wangjiang Lou, with an impressive structure and fame that extends far and wide. However, the nearby Yueyue Lou in Fenglin City, despite its similar name, pales in comparison.
This building isn't very tall, only three stories. Yet it is called "Moon Viewing," which is a misnomer, and only invites ridicule.
But the dishes in this restaurant are unusually good. Therefore, this Fenglin City has always been bustling with business.
Jiang Wang hugged Jiang An'an and walked into the Yueyue Building. She was immediately led to a private room by Fang's servants.
A dignified and elegant middle-aged man with a scholarly air stood up to greet him: "Nephew!"
His gaze fell on AnAn, and his smile became even more kind: “This is your sister So adorable.”
Jiang Wang had met Fang Zehou before. As early as when he and Fang Pengju were close, Fang Zehou had invited them to dinner more than once. At that time, Fang Zehou still treated his nephew with love and high hopes. After Fang Pengju's death, because the manner of his death was not glorious, no one in the Fang family was willing to come forward to bury him.
His wise nephew, Jiang Wang, was unwilling to take on the role, and greeted him with: "Elder Fang, good day."
"Not yet, not yet." Fang Zehou smiled and then beckoned, taking a string of gold beads from the servant and offering them to Jiang An'an: "First time meeting, uncle gives you a gift!"
Jiang An'an turned her head away and buried her small face in Jiang Wang's arms. In her tiny mind, she had already decided that this was a bad person, and wouldn't even speak to him.
While placing Jiang An'an at the seat, Jiang Wang said, "This little girl is shy, don't mind her. Gifts are unnecessary, Mr. Fang. Why don't you just tell me what brings you here today"
Fang Zehou was a donated magistrate. He had an official position. This title of magistrate wasn't out of place.
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“Not busy, not busy.” Fang Ze wore a thick face without the slightest embarrassment. He waved his hand to have the servants take away the string of gold beads and then said, “First try the signature dish here, lotus leaf chicken.”
Jiangan'an had already made up her mind to eat the poor egg until she was full, so she was about to start when Jiang Wang stopped her with a hand. Jiang Wang stretched out his chopsticks and tasted each dish on the table one by one, savoring it for a while, before picking a few dishes and placing them in front of An'an.
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"Brother, I've tasted them, these dishes are the best."
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Jiang An'an wanted to complain a few words, but the aroma of the lotus leaf chicken went straight into her nose. Now she had no time to complain. She reached out and tore off a chicken leg and started gnawing on it.
Fang Zehou always wore a friendly smile, as if he hadn't noticed Jiang Wang's guard at all.
“What a great sibling relationship.” He exclaimed.
"Just make do," Jiang Wang casually replied.
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Jiang Anan glared at him, but her mouth was too busy to speak, she could only gnash her teeth in resentment and take another bite of chicken wing.
Jiang Wang didn't mind, and continued to ask: "I wonder why Sir came to me this time…"
Fang Zehou suddenly let out a long sigh, and his face became heavy: "For Pengju's affairs, our Fang family owes you an apology."
When it came to Fang Pengju, Jiang Wang had to take things seriously. No matter how the events unfolded, Fang Pengju was dead, and that ended the scores between them. He didn't want to, nor did he need to, relentlessly pursue Fang Pengju's ghost after his death.
“It’s all in the past.” Jiang Wang said.
"Although my nephew says so, our family cannot simply remain silent." Fang Ze pushed a small box across the table: "Here are one hundred taels of pure gold as an expression of apology."
"As for Fang Pengju's matter, he has already taken responsibility." Jiang Wang had no mood to play around anymore. He didn't even glance at the box of gold. "Just get straight to the point."
"Fang Zehou nodded. "Pengju was once the hope of our Fang family, with limitless potential. Although he died in a duel and it was his own fault, our family hasn't caused you any trouble, have we"
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"Yes." It was the truth, Jiang Wang had no need to deny it.
"Now, father has something to ask of you."
Jiang Wang looked at him, gesturing for him to continue.
Fang Ze said, "After Peng Ju died, the youngest of our Fang family who could be trained was only He Ling. I could only put aside my grief and place all my care for Peng Ju on him. He is also very competitive and trains diligently. His cultivation level even surpasses yours. But..."
Jiang Wang's eyebrows shot up, knowing the good part was about to begin.
“He was thoroughly defeated in our last fight. It crushed his spirit, and he's been a shadow of his former self ever since. He locks himself in his room all day, drowning his sorrows in alcohol. This can’t go on forever; I fear he… will just become an empty shell.” Even Fang Zehou, a seasoned veteran like him, couldn't keep the tremor out of his voice when he said this.
After all, he was his only legitimate son.
"So what" Jiang Wang asked.
"This is a bit embarrassing to ask." Fang Ze said earnestly, "But your father still hopes, with all due humility, that you could go apologize to He Ling. Say that in the duel, you used...used dishonorable means, and help him regain his confidence."
Jiang Wang almost laughed, "How can I admit to something I haven't done"
"I won't admit to it, I won't admit to it!" Fang Zehou repeated. "After the deed is done, besides this chest of red gold, I also have one hundred taels of red gold to offer! You just need to pretend to bow your head once..."
Jiang Wang tapped the box of gold with his finger and let out a genuine laugh. "The Fang family has also produced cultivators, right I recall that Master Fang was an Eighth-Rank Zhoutian Realm cultivator What significance do these so-called gold and silver hold for cultivators"
A finger pressed on the small box, gently pushing it back.
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Fang Zehou immediately pulled out another small lacquered box from his bosom, carefully opened it, and placed it in front of Jiang Wang.
The Dao Yuan ripples in the jade box almost instantly caught Jiang Wang's attention.
“This is a Dao Yuan stone. For cultivators, I think it's meaningful,” Fang Zhehou expressed sincerely. “As long as you lower your head slightly, it's yours.”
This Dao Yuan stone certainly holds meaning! Compared to mundane gold, silver, and jewels, the Dao Yuan stone is the true currency for cultivators. It can both aid in cultivation and be used at any time to replenish expended energy. Furthermore, this particular Dao Yuan stone is unused, its weight complete, and it contains a full one hundred Dao Yuan.
For Jiang Wang, as long as he absorbed this Dao Yuan stone, he would almost immediately reach the foundation-building standard!
He finally understood why Fang Huerling could lay the foundation so quickly, and even almost completed the Xiao Zhoutian cycle.
But, Jiang Wang only lightly covered the box. "Perhaps you're right, my bowing down isn't worth a penny."
He pushed the lacquered box back, "But Fang Hualing, he is not worthy."
He's the one who's always been provoked and forced into battle. Why should he apologize If he loses and collapses, who is he to blame Is it that the weak are inherently righteous, just because they are weak, do they have the right
Dao Yuan stone is important, but the principle behind it is even more so.
"Think about yourself, but also your sister," Fang Zehou said slowly. "She's still studying at the private school, right"
At this time, Jiang An'an was still eating with both hands, burying her head in a big meal, with oil dripping from her mouth. She had no idea what the adults were talking about.
Jiang Wang's eyes narrowed suddenly, for the first time feeling such a clear and unrestrained killing intent.
Fang Zehou strained to look at him, feeling a surge of panic that made him want to jump out the window. It was only then that he realized this boy before him was completely different from his son – not a delicate sapling raised in a greenhouse. He was a young wild beast who had weathered storms and fought for survival!
"Hahaha." Jiang Wang suddenly laughed a few times, got up and hugged Jiang An'an: "I'm not eating anymore, let's go home."
No matter what he was thinking, he wouldn't fight with others in front of Jiang Anan, nor would he put Jiang Anan in danger.
“Hmm... hmm...” Jiang An'an struggled to swallow the meat in her mouth. She was already on top of Jiang Wang, but her eyes were still fixed on the dishes on the table.
"Consider me...I beg you!" Fang Zhehou said so from behind.
But Jiang Wang had already pushed the door out with her younger sister, without stopping.
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