Framing Nong Zhu

With a "whoosh," Yue Qianchou opened the folding fan in his hand. "Mine is bigger than yours, and it's gold, so luxurious." A faint, mocking smile played on his lips.

The young man in white paused, not attracted by the large fan, but rather his gaze lingered on Yue Qianchou's face for a moment. He had never seen such a handsome person before. Then his gaze fell on the large fan, and he uttered two words: "Vulgar."

Her voice was somewhat delicate, and although she tried to sound masculine, it couldn't hide her femininity. Yue Qianchou and Zhang Peng exchanged a glance, not angry at his words, but instead scrutinizing the young man carefully. As they had expected, the woman's features were obvious: fair skin, pierced earlobes, and no Adam's apple—definitely a fake. And judging by her appearance, she was a rather attractive fake.

Yue Qianchou also discovered something more interesting. When Na Xibei was shaking her fan, she found a lifelike green orchid the size of a thumb embroidered on her sleeves. If I remember correctly. I just saw that in the jade certificate about Biwan Kingdom, the royal symbol of Biwan Kingdom is the same green orchid. Especially on the white fan of the Xibei guy, there is actually a big word "" written on it.

Who is this girl in the royal family of the Biyuan Kingdom? Why would a member of the royal family of the Biyuan Kingdom come here to stay at a small inn? Yue Qianchou seemed to be deep in thought.

At this moment, Boss Sang finally managed to squeeze into the courtyard. He first ran over to Yue Qianchou and said respectfully, "Sir, please forgive me for disturbing your rest." Then he ran to the young master and the others, cupped his hands and said repeatedly, "Miss, our shop has been booked. Please move your steps and walk a few steps down. There are several other inns there."

"Who are you calling a young lady?" the young master shouted in a masculine voice. She stubbornly denied it, unaware that anyone could see she was a woman. Several guards dressed as servants stepped forward.

"I was blind, please forgive me, young master!" Boss Sang apologized repeatedly.

A middle-aged man standing next to the young master stepped forward and said in a deep voice, "My young master only stayed here because your shop is quiet and clean. Don't be ungrateful. You have one hour to clear out all irrelevant people, or you can close your shop."

Zhang Peng flew into a rage upon hearing this, but was stopped by Yue Qianchou's fan before he could even take a step. Yue Qianchou raised an eyebrow; it seemed that his arrival, which had thoroughly cleaned the inn, had only brought them trouble. Especially the middle-aged man who had spoken earlier—he was actually a Nascent Soul Early Stage. To have a Nascent Soul Realm cultivator as a guard, this imposter was undoubtedly a member of the royal family of the Biyuan Kingdom.

Helpless, Boss Sang apologized, "Esteemed guests, please don't make things difficult for Xiaohao. Our shop is open for business. We've already taken their money, how can we turn them away? That's not fair!"

The middle-aged man raised his chin at Yue Qianchou and said, "How much did they give you? We'll give you double."

"This..." Boss Sang wanted to explain, but then he heard someone shout from behind, "Ten thousand taels of gold. If you can come up with twenty thousand taels of gold, we'll move out immediately." Boss Sang turned around and saw that Yue Qianchou had spoken, so he simply stepped aside and remained silent.

All eyes fell on Yue Qianchou. The white-robed young man glared at him and shouted, "Do you think I'm ignorant? This shabby shop, even if you rent it for a day, it'll be a hundred taels of silver at most. Who would spend ten thousand taels of gold?"

"I said ten thousand taels of gold, and that's ten thousand taels of gold," Yue Qianchou said calmly. "Didn't you say you'd pay double? If you don't have the money, don't pretend to be rich. Get out of here and don't disturb my rest."

"Are you deliberately picking a fight?" the middle-aged man said indifferently, taking a step forward slowly, seemingly wanting to teach Yue Qianchou a lesson.

Zhang Peng clenched his fists slightly, having long wanted to teach these people a lesson. Yue Qianchou gently closed his folding fan and said calmly, "A mere Nascent Soul Early Stage dares to act wildly in front of me? They're simply courting death."

A single sentence immediately stopped the middle-aged man in his tracks, his face filled with astonishment. "You... you're also a fellow cultivator?" he asked. The other man could see through his cultivation level at a glance, clearly indicating that his cultivation was superior. Looking at the towering man, his gaze was filled with utter contempt, clearly showing that he too had seen through his disguise. In contrast, he couldn't even tell these two were cultivators; their cultivation was obviously far superior to his own.

"What? You have a problem with that?" Yue Qianchou asked coldly.

"Who are you? How dare you speak so arrogantly! Guards, open your mouth!" the white-robed young man roared angrily, his voice thick with official jargon. Several guards rushed over, but the middle-aged man spread his arms wide and shouted, "Stop! Stand back!" The guards were clearly terrified of him; upon being shouted at, they quickly stopped, bowed, and retreated.

The young man in white was slightly taken aback, not understanding why he had suddenly become afraid. This imposter wasn't from the Cultivation World; how could he know what it meant to be able to see through someone's cultivation level? The middle-aged man quickly apologized to Yue Qianchou, saying, "Sir, please don't be offended. My young master is ignorant and has disturbed you. We'll leave now."

"You think you can just walk away now that you've bullied me?" Yue Qianchou asked calmly.

The middle-aged man turned around, a hint of anger flashing across his face. He said in a deep voice, "I respect you because of your profound cultivation, sir. But if you are too aggressive, we are not afraid of trouble. Once we start fighting, the experts in this Dayang City will arrive immediately. We don't know who will be left in the lurch then."

What he said wasn't wrong. Given Wen Lanfeng's second-ranked position in the Cultivation World, aside from being wary of Bi Changchun, few in the world would dare disrespect them. But coincidentally, they ran into Bi Changchun's disciple. That's what they call, "Enemies inevitably meet."

"Heh heh! Interesting. Wen Lanfeng's disciples and grandchildren actually dare to threaten me." Yue Qianchou sneered.

This left everyone bewildered, including the young man in white, who clearly didn't know who Wen Lanfeng, the person Yue Qianchou was referring to, was. Yue Qianchou was secretly annoyed, thinking to himself, "Did I misjudge?"

The middle-aged man was stunned for a moment, then asked in a somewhat doubtful voice, "Sir... sir, do you know our Old Ancestor?"

"Thank goodness!" Yue Qianchou breathed a sigh of relief. It wouldn't be good to cause trouble here. Although he wasn't afraid of anything, it must have been difficult for Shi Wenguang to establish a spy base in an enemy country. If he ruined it, he would feel bad for him. He nonchalantly waved his fan and said, "It's been many years since we last met, but we still have some acquaintance."

"May I ask your name, sir? It would be so that I may know which senior showed mercy and report it to the authorities when I return." The middle-aged man said respectfully, his face full of shock, his bow almost touching the ground.

Although the person before me looks young, in the Cultivation World, age cannot be judged by appearance. If the other person knew the Old Ancestor, that wouldn't be a big problem, but they actually claimed to have some connection with the Old Ancestor ... The Old Ancestor is already a late Spirit Transformation stage cultivator; anyone who could have a connection with him would most likely also be Spirit Transformation stage cultivator.

The thought that he might have offended Spirit Transformation stage expert sent chills down his spine. He realized he had been too arrogant; if the other party wanted to kill them, they wouldn't even know how they died, let alone be able to wait for help.

Yue Qianchou closed his fan and said in a sharp voice, "If it weren't for the fact that you are from the Wen family of the Biyuan Kingdom, none of you would be leaving here today."

Boss Sang narrowed his eyes slightly, quickly scanning the group. So these people were actually members of the royal family of the Biyuan Kingdom; no wonder they were so arrogant. The white-robed young man and his guards exchanged bewildered glances; it seemed the other party had already seen through their identities. The middle-aged man bowed repeatedly, saying, "Thank you for your mercy, Senior! Thank you for your mercy, Senior!"

"Go back and tell that old man Wen Lanfeng that he has trained a bunch of good disciples and grand-disciples who have actually dared to bully me, an old friend from the South China Sea. I want to see if he can still hide in the Biyuan Kingdom. Make old man Wen Lanfeng come to the South China Sea in person to apologize to me, or don't blame me for tearing down the Biyuan Kingdom's palace." Yue Qianchou said shamelessly.

These words were earth-shattering to everyone present. Although the white-robed young master and his guards didn't know who this so-called Wen Lanfeng was, they knew they had offended someone they couldn't afford to offend. Otherwise, who would dare to say something like tearing down the Biyuan Kingdom's palace? They were all dumbfounded.

Zhang Peng, who was usually calm, was completely bewildered by these words, thinking to himself, "Does my master have territory in the South China Sea?"

Boss Sang was secretly astonished. Good heavens! Just who are these distinguished guests of the Great General? They're willing to demolish the royal palace of the Biyuan Kingdom if they're displeased. This is incredible! No wonder the Great General personally affixed a secret order and sent it urgently.

The middle-aged man opened and closed his mouth repeatedly, asking with a slight tremor, "Sir, are you perhaps from the South Sea Purple Bamboo Forest...?"

"Insolence! Don't say what you shouldn't say. Tell that old man Wen Lanfeng, he'll know who I am," Yue Qianchou rebuked.

"Yes, yes, yes!" the middle-aged man replied repeatedly, his forehead covered in cold sweat.

As Wen Lanfeng's disciples and grandchildren, how many of them didn't know who Wen Lanfeng's old friend from the South China Sea was? The renowned Mr. Nongzhu of the South Sea Purple Bamboo Forest was Wen Lanfeng's savior! If it weren't for Mr. Nongzhu, Wen Lanfeng would have long since died at the hands of Bi Changchun, the Number One Expert Under Heaven. If it weren't for Mr. Nongzhu, with Wen Lanfeng's death, the Biyuan Kingdom would likely have been annexed by neighboring countries long ago. Most importantly, legend has it that Mr. Nongzhu's own cultivation had already reached the mid Spirit Transformation stage, making him someone that ordinary cultivators couldn't afford to offend.

Alas! Damn it! Mr. Nongzhu is a renowned beauty in the Cultivation World, and this man before me is exceptionally handsome, resembling the rumors. If only I had thought of this sooner, things wouldn't have come to this! The middle-aged man was filled with regret. The thought that if he had actually taken Mr. Nongzhu's words back, he feared he would surely die...

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