It Takes Two to Tango
Though he was welcomed to the same room and treated in the same high regard again, Zheng Xiuming cut straight to the chase this time, questioning, “Mr. Yue, I assume you already know the purpose of my visit today. May I ask if you have found the level seven fiend spirit and fiend beast?”
Yue Wenyang feigned a smile. “As you know, Alchemist Zheng, they are difficult to catch. We have run into a bit of an issue and would like to request a two-day extension. We promise to have the goods the next time you come.”
Yue Wenyang intended to visit Mystic Beast Store to see if Xuan Zhengtang still had the fiend spirit in the scenario Yi Feiying did not come back today. If they still had it in their possession, he would not have stopped at anything to get his hands on it. Otherwise, he would personally go hunt for one.
Zheng Xuming shook his head. “I can wait, but you have to bear in mind that it is Alchemist Yao who requests it, not me.”
“The truth is, our hunter hunted a level seven fiend beast down already, but it is still in transit. At the latest, we can have it delivered to Hundred Herbs Hall. Could you give us the rest of today?” requested Yue Wenyang, decided to gamble.
“As old friends, I don’t want to say nasty things. To tell the truth, though, we have been asking numerous other stores for the same stuff. I heard Mystic Beast Hall has a level seven fiend soul on hand. Since it is not working out here, I must pay them a visit.”
“You have inaccurate information, Alchemist Zheng. You see, the information you acquired must have come from the fiend hunters. They wanted to sell said fiend soul to us, but according to our appraisal, we determined it was a level six fiend spirit only. That is why we did not purchase it. You see, it would not make sense for us to pass up a level seven fiend spirit given our capital, would it?”
“I see. I still need to verify it for myself, nonetheless, for this is an important matter.”
Yue Wenyang suddenly knocked on his table gently, and a clerk promptly came in to report, “Mr. Yue, a group of fiend hunters have caught a level seven fiend beast, but they notified us that they need you to personally help them transport it into the city. They are currently just outside the city.”
“Is that not good news, Alchemist Zheng? To ensure the fiend spirit would not leak spiritual qi, I specifically instructed the fiend hunters to capture one alive. Please give me a moment to go see to the problem.”
Xiu Zhengming, hiding his snide grin, bobbed his head. “That sounds even better. I can wait here.”
“Take good care of Alchemist Zheng. I will be back soon,” directed Yue Wenyang, showing a clean pair of heels.
“Understood, Mr. Yue.”
To explain the dead fiend beast, Yue Wenyang could simply claim he had no choice but to slay it in order to subdue it. In the grand scheme of things, bringing it in alive was only a bonus that Zheng Xiuming would not be bothered about. Needless to say, the entire sham started the moment Yue Wenyang knocked on the table.
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“Father, why do you keep staring at Ultimate Immortals Ranking?” queried Xuan Sitong, spotting her father checking out the latest rankings again when she stepped out of her room.
Xuan Zhengtang frantically whipped the list behind him and forced a smile. “I was just curious to see if any new dark horses had appeared.”
“Master Yu isn’t around, and you don’t need to hide it from me. You want to find out his real name, don’t you?” Xuan Sitong sighed. “His real name definitely isn’t Yu Feng. There’s no doubt he’s ranked given his cultivation; however, I couldn’t find anyone carrying that name on the rankings.”
What really confounded Xuan Zhengtang was why Yi Feiying’s name was still on the rankings and in the same spot.
“Do you know when Master Yu will be back, Father?”
“No. He just told us to wait here, saying things should turn around for the better today, but I have not seen him once today.”
“I doubt it,” jeered Yue Wenyang, zooming into the courtyard to confront Xuan Zhengtang.
“What are you doing here?!” exclaimed Xuan Zhengtang, scared owing to Yi Feiying’s death.
“I’m here to give you a chance. Either hand over the level seven fiend spirit, or I take it from you.”
The Xuans took a step back out of instinct. Xuan Zhengtang fumed, “Have you no shame?”
“Shame? Who would dare disparage us? This is a waste of time. I’m just going to kill the both of you.”
Normally, Yue Wenyang would not have brazenly committed murder because the cultivators passing by in the space above would likely have caught him in the act. Howbeit, pleasing Alchemist Yao took precedence.
“Sitong, get out of here with your mother and Chisan while I hold him off.”
“A futile resistance.”
Yue Wenyang’s fingers went for Xuan Zhengtang’s throat, but someone caught his wrist.
“Patience is a virtue, Mr. Yue,” Mu Yu sardonically chided.
Yue Wenyang’s brain stuttered due to Mu Yu being able to hold onto his wrist. “Who exactly are you?”
“You don’t need to know,” replied Mu Yu, triggering a formation along Yue Wenyang’s arm that flashed once.
“Master Yu…”
Mu Yu released his hold on Yue Wenyang. “It’s all right now, Mr. Xuan.”
“This one apologises, Yu Feng. Please forgive him for his behaviour,” expressed Yue Wenyang, bowing with a friendly smile.
Xuan Zhengtang and Xuan Sitong extended their heads, jaws hanging open.
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