Risking One's Life to Accompany the Lady

"Sir, the people from the Biyuan Kingdom have come again. This time, there's a distinguished figure. He seems quite distinguished. He says the Princess is his niece and wants to apologize to you," Boss Sang said as he approached.

"Oh!" Yue Qianchou turned his head and said, "Could it be that a prince has come? That's good, saves me the trouble of making the trip myself, let them come!"

After handing him the three money bags, Boss Sang went out to fetch the people. Yue Qianchou placed the money bags on the table and said with a smile, "Have you sorted them yet? If you have, put them away!"

Furong hummed in agreement, excitedly packed up the three piles of gold and silver, and handed them to the two men. Zhang Peng cupped his hands and said, "Thank you, Mistress!" as he accepted them.

Seeing that the two had clipped their money pouches to their waists, Furong imitated them in a similar manner.

Outside the Guangying Inn, Wen Youyuan, a powerful prince of the Biyuan Kingdom, was waiting for someone to summon him outside a small inn for the first time. After a short while, Boss Sang came out and bowed to the group, saying, "The gentleman is inside. Please follow me."

Wen Youyuan bowed in thanks, and the four followed him inside. Upon reaching the gate of the back courtyard, Wen Youyuan couldn't help but feel uneasy and nervous. The person he was about to meet was not someone from the secular world, but a god-like figure transcending the mundane, who wouldn't even consider him, a prince, a worthy successor. To put it bluntly, if it weren't for his connection to the Old Ancestor Wen Lanfeng, the person wouldn't even deign to acknowledge him.

This time, they wouldn't rashly barge in again. Although they hadn't brought many guards, they waved for two to stand outside. Upon entering, their gazes first fell on the young man in the middle, calmly waving a large fan. The woman was certainly not Mr. Nongzhu; that burly man's wary, alert demeanor suggested he was not some carefree, ethereal immortal.

Despite his nervousness, he couldn't help but exclaim in admiration, "Truly a terrestrial immortal! Someone estimated to be over a thousand years old, yet still so young!" He quickly walked over, bowed deeply, and respectfully said, "Bi Wan Kingdom's Wen Youyuan pays his respects to you, sir." He dared not refer to himself as "this king" or anything like that now.

Wen Bai also bowed, while Boss Sang stopped at the courtyard gate and did not follow them in to disturb them.

"Forget about these formalities. Speak! What do you want?" Yue Qianchou asked. He still had to maintain the airs of a superior.

Wen Youyuan dared not raise his head and said, "My niece Wen Qing, offended you without my knowledge. I was truly terrified when I found out, and I have come here to apologize..."

"Enough." Yue Qianchou snorted coldly, "Just for this? Didn't I already say I wouldn't hold it against you? Do I have to answer that again? Don't you take my words seriously?" He glanced indifferently at Wen Bai.

A sinister and terrifying aura instantly enveloped the two of them, an aura that brought them to the brink of despair, one they had never experienced before in their lives. Then, a faint, bone-chilling cold touched their bodies, making them feel almost frozen, their teeth chattering and shivering.

Wen Youyuan wanted to explain, but found himself unable to even utter a word. A glance at Wen Bai out of the corner of his eye filled him with even greater alarm. He knew Wen Bai was a cultivator, yet he was swaying precariously, seemingly on the verge of collapsing to the ground at any moment—clearly, he was enduring far greater pain than Wen Youyuan himself.

He was immediately terrified, thinking to himself, "I'm doomed! If I had known this would happen, I shouldn't have come here!"

In truth, Wen Bai had already entered a semi-comatose state. It should be known that the power of the Netherworld Ghost Fire was something even Ziyi at the late Tribulation Transcendence stage could hardly withstand, let alone someone like him at the Nascent Soul Early Stage. Yue Qianchou knew that words alone were insufficient proof; to convince others that he was indeed Mr. Nongzhu, a necessary show of force was unavoidable.

Wen Youyuan had indeed had a fleeting doubt just now: was this young man truly the Mr. Nongzhu? Although the thought only crossed his mind for a moment, he was now absolutely certain. This kind of coercion wasn't something that could be achieved through mere aura; it was Divine Ability!

Although the power of the Netherworld Ghost Fire only affected the two people opposite them, Furong and Zhang Peng also sensitively noticed the eerie and terrifying aspect. Coupled with the two people's dying struggles, they immediately realized that Yue Qianchou had unleashed his power.

"Give Wen Lanfeng face this time, or else, he'll face the consequences. Get out!" Yue Qianchou shouted softly, withdrawing the oppressive aura the black fire had exerted on the two.

The two felt as if they had been transported from an ice cave to a warm fireplace, and it took them a while to recover from their shivering. They bowed and withdrew as if granted a pardon, not daring to utter another word.

As the two reached the courtyard gate, a faint voice came from behind them again. "Wait!" The two were struck dumb, and slowly turned around, their faces ashen. Had he changed his mind again and was going to kill them?

Yue Qianchou waved his fan and said with a faint smile, "Prince Wen, I happen to need your help with something. I wonder if it would be troublesome?"

Looking at his smiling face, Wen Youyuan couldn't help but shiver. This strange man's temper was indeed unpredictable; he could change his attitude so quickly, one moment lashing out with thunder and the next showering with kindness. He quickly stepped forward, bowed, and said, "I dare not. Please give your orders, sir, and I will do my utmost."

"I heard that the Great Yang Kingdom is holding some kind of martial arts contest to choose a husband, and all the participants are people of high status." Yue Qianchou closed his fan, pointed at Zhang Peng and said, "Could you please get my attendant a high-class identity from your Biyuan Kingdom to register? We'd like to join in the fun."

"Ah..." Wen Youyuan was startled, completely losing the composure expected of a prince. He was momentarily confused; what kind of prince consort would someone like him care about?

"What? If it's difficult, then forget it. I won't see you out!" Yue Qianchou slowly turned his back.

"No difficulty, no difficulty, sir, you misunderstand. I am so fortunate to be able to serve you, how could it be difficult?" Wen Youyuan immediately cupped his hands to Zhang Peng and said, "I would like to ask this gentleman's name."

"Zhang Peng," Zhang Peng replied indifferently.

"So it's Mr. Zhang Peng. I'll take note. I'll go and handle it right away." After bowing to Yue Qianchou, Wen Youyuan, looking rather unlucky, quickly led the others away.

A prince? Heh heh! Nothing special. Yue Qianchou raised an eyebrow, opened his fan, walked up to Furong, and smiled, "Come on, let me teach you how to spend money." Furong nodded excitedly, grabbed his hand, and followed him happily.

The three strolled through the bustling streets of the Dayang City, not worried about being recognized as cultivators because they had taken the 'Breath Concealing Pill'.

Zhang Peng followed behind the two, silently keeping a watchful eye on their surroundings. Yue Qianchou, holding Furong's hand, waved a large fan, looking every bit the spoiled young master. Furong, on the other hand, was experiencing the secular streets for the first time. Faced with the bustling crowds, the endless stream of carriages, and the dazzling array of shops on both sides, she felt her eyes weren't enough to take it all in, looking and looking!

"Whatever you see that you like, you can buy it with the money in your pocket," Yue Qianchou said with a smile, pointing to the shops on both sides. Letting her understand the ways of the world and human relationships first is better than any other educational method; this is what it means to make her sensible first.

"Hmm!" Furong nodded nervously, glancing around to choose her first target. Suddenly, her eyes fell on a few children playing hopscotch by the roadside. The boys and girls were exquisitely beautiful, innocent and lively, their smiles radiant and bright; they were indeed adorable.

"I'll buy them," Furong said, pointing directly to the children.

Yue Qianchou and Zhang Peng were stunned for a long time, as if struck by lightning... Then, Zhang Peng was so big, was looking around on the street with his head down, as if to say, "Where did my money go?" This made the eyes of passersby search the road.

"Uh... we can't buy that." Yue Qianchou chuckled awkwardly, quickly dragging her into a shop and beginning to teach her how to buy things, even how to bargain, and carefully explaining some social etiquette.

After several attempts, Furong fully demonstrated her talent for shopping. Her progress was astounding; she became so skilled at bargaining that Yue Qianchou and Zhang Peng were dumbfounded. She was incredibly meticulous, haggling over every penny and helping Yue Qianchou save money.

Furong became increasingly enthusiastic as she talked, seemingly determined to persuade every single shop in the entire Dayang City. Yue Qianchou had always doted on this girl, so he took a few deep breaths, preparing to muster his courage and bravely accompany his wife shopping.

Zhang Peng was carrying more and more stuff, and he often had to find a secluded spot to throw it into his Storage Bag. He just couldn't understand what use those stone benches, gates, and weights were. Was it just because they were cheap? He secretly made a decision: never again would he accompany a woman shopping—it was too terrifying! It was more terrifying than facing Ambush from Ten Sides on all sides in battle!

"The owner of this shop is too greedy. I won't buy from him. Let's go to the next one!" Furong angrily dragged Yue Qianchou out of a toilet shop. At first, Yue Qianchou was dragging her, but now she was dragging Yue Qianchou.

Yue Qianchou stumbled as she pulled him, almost tripping over the threshold, but kept nodding and saying "Mmm" repeatedly. He was overjoyed; it turned out that taking a woman shopping was the quickest way to educate her. This trip was worthwhile! Onward, onward!

Zhang Peng, who was following behind, almost burst into tears. He thought to himself, "Master! What a pure woman she was! In less than an afternoon, you've turned her into this!"

On the bustling street, a man followed three people from a distance. It was none other than Wen Youyuan's son Wen Chongzheng. The Guangying Inn had been booked, the number of men and women matched, and the innkeeper had seen them off respectfully. It was likely that the man waving the large fan was Mr. Nongzhu, who had caused his father's embarrassing departure.

Although they were strolling through a bustling street, it must be said that Zhang Peng's vigilance was truly exceptional. After walking through several streets, he noticed that the same person had been following the three of them from a distance. He immediately transmitted his voice to Yue Qianchou, saying, "Master, someone has been following us."

Yue Qianchou nodded slightly. When they reached the entrance of an alley, he pulled Furong along, and the three of them went inside together. Not long after, someone poked their head into the alley to look inside, but Zhang Peng, who was guarding the entrance, grabbed them by the neck, dragged them in, and threw them to the ground.

Yue Qianchou smiled and closed his fan, saying, "Likes to follow? Zhang Peng, break his legs first."

The person following was naturally Wen Chongzheng, who was still dizzy from the fall. Upon hearing this, he immediately snapped back to reality and hurriedly begged for mercy, saying loudly, "Mr. Nongzhu, Mr. Nongzhu, it's a misunderstanding, it really is a misunderstanding."

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