Wu Lie was agitated.
Supreme Wind smiled. "Sir Wu, I don't think that I'm here to bribe you, do you?"
Wu Lie blushed. "How could I? The nine sirs are benevolent. How can this be considered a bribe? Even if it is a bribe, I will accept it shamelessly."
"Haha …"
Supreme Wind chuckled. Without another word, he took out a few pills and fed them to his mistress and Young Master Wu before cultivating to clear their meridians.
The results of the examination made him heave a sigh of relief. The child's blindness was only due to the poison; the bloodline in his eyeballs was not damaged. With the Endless Divine Art and Emmie's help, it was not a big deal.
Of course, this kind of poison was impossible for ordinary Profound Qi cultivators to deal with. The only thing he could do was the Endless Divine Art. It was only after he had treated His Majesty's poison that he realized the miraculous effect of his cultivation method.
(I'm in so much pain when I add this explanation. So many people can't understand it. Luckily, there are enough words. Consider it a complimentary explanation.)
"From then on, I will come once every night. Your son's eyes will be able to see again after about ten days. About half a month later, his eyes will be back to normal and the poison in his body will be completely cleared. As for your wife … I can only help her regain her sanity and her health. However, this broken leg … there's really nothing I can do now."
Wu Lie was on the verge of tears.
It was the first time in so many years that Wu Lie, who had always been a righteous man, was so emotional.
Wu Lie looked at the child blinking shyly and saw his mistress sleeping peacefully for the first time in so many years.
Suddenly, tears fell like rain.
When he came back to his senses, Supreme Wind had already disappeared without a trace.
There was a note on the table, the handwriting was messy.
"Loyal warrior, loyal minister, heaven protects, the people have eyes; for the country and the people, one's bones will never be destroyed. Take care, sir, Yutang may last for a thousand years!"
…
Recalling the scene last night, he weighed the silver taels tossed over by the old marshal.
He knew that he would not accept it, that was why he had said that he would lend it to him and would return it in the future.
My, Wu Lie's, face is valued by so many people! You're carefully protecting me for fear of hurting my pitiful self-esteem …
Wu Lie took a deep breath, his eyes filled with steel-like determination.
With the silver in his arms, he strode back to his house.
With such a large number of loyal officials and warriors, there was no need to worry that Yutang could not prosper. He should do his part to achieve this feat!
…
When Yun Yang went out again, he suddenly realized that the entire Tiantang City seemed to be much cleaner.
It was already the ninth of October.
There were still eleven days before Tie Zheng's wedding.
At present, there were already two groups of people from other countries stationed outside the city.
Tie Zheng's wedding was a toast to all the militants in the world.
This was an important matter for all the soldiers in the world.
Of course, this could easily become the fuse that would ignite the entire Tiantang City.
Yun Yang decided that it was better to settle the matter of Tie Zheng's marriage before anything else.
After all … this cup of wine belonged to all the soldiers in the world, whether they were alive or dead!
They were qualified to drink this cup of wine!
No matter what, Yun Yang would never allow such an event to be ruined.
Stepping on the sparse yellow leaves on the ground, he walked slowly to the meeting place.
"Young Master Yun, you're here." Young Master Ma stood up eagerly, his face beaming.
"Hmm, I only ask you, how much of the wine that was ordered earlier has been settled?" Yun Yang asked faintly.
Young Master Ma coughed and said, "Since Young Master Yun mentioned it two months ago, this young brother did not dare to slack. I've worked through the night to change all the Drunken Immortal Brew in stock to the Blood of the Hero label, even the jars have been changed. Besides, the twenty odd branches under the Ma Family have been producing day and night. As of now, there are already eighty-five thousand jars of this new Blood of the Hero in stock."
"How much is a jar worth of silver taels?" Yun Yang asked.
"I know, I know. I've been working around the clock all this time …" Young Master Ma smiled warmly. "Young Master Yun has instructed, of course, the quality has to be the best. The market price of each jar is about six hundred silver taels. Each jar weighs twenty catties. "
Yun Yang frowned. "Six hundred silver taels? One jar? Twenty catties? Doesn't that mean that a catty of the Blood of the Hero is worth thirty silver taels? I say, Young Master Ma, is your family planning to eat human flesh or drink human blood!? "
"Cough, if Young Master Yun wants all of this batch of wine, you only need …" Young Master Ma gritted his teeth and made up his mind. "Two hundred silver taels per jar! Young Master Yun, according to this price, we've already lost all our manpower. Any less … Our family will really … After all, the quantity is too large … "
Yun Yang snorted softly and did not speak as he held the teacup in his hand. He only calculated in his heart, "Eighty thousand jars, one million and six hundred thousand catties; three cups of wine per catty, four million and eight hundred thousand cups …"
"Not enough, it's far from enough." Yun Yang said, "I need at least a hundred thousand jars of the Blood of the Hero!"
"Oh my god …" Young Master Ma groaned, "Boss, if we take out another hundred thousand jars at this price … our family will be gone …"
Yun Yang looked at Young Master Ma coldly.
Meeting Yun Yang's gaze, Young Master Ma finally lowered his head dejectedly. "Alright then …"
"Don't be so disheartened." Yun Yang patted Young Master Ma's shoulder. "Your family will not suffer a loss. I promise! After this transaction is completed, as long as the wine produced by your family isn't priced too ridiculously and the quality is guaranteed … your family will definitely be famous throughout the continent! By then, it'll be hard for you not to be famous even if you want to. "
Young Master Ma smiled like he was crying. "Thank you for your auspicious words."
"A total of three million and six hundred thousand catties of wine!"
Yun Yang said, "Ten silver taels per catty, that's a total of thirty-six million silver taels."
Young Master Ma looked at Yun Yang with pleading eyes. We're brewing wine, not running a bank. We really don't have that much capital to put in. More than seventy percent of our family's cash is circulating everywhere …
If Yun Yang were to ask for a debt, it would be a death sentence.
"I have thirty million silver taels here." Yun Yang took out a stack of banknotes.
Young Master Ma breathed a sigh of relief. Although he still had to pay six million silver taels, it was already within an acceptable range.
"I will think of a way to get Marshal Tie Zheng's men to contact you and finalize the wedding wine." Yun Yang said leisurely, "When the time comes, just give them the wine and ask them for six million silver taels."
Young Master Ma lifted his head abruptly, his eyes filled with shock.
Yun Yang turned and said faintly, "Are you surprised? That day is a grand occasion for the world's militants. It's also a day that the warriors who died on the battlefield look forward to even in the afterlife. "
"Young Master Ma, I hope that you will do this well. The wine cannot be inferior, the quantity must be sufficient. Also, don't tell anyone about me. "
Yun Yang turned and walked out the door, his purple robe fluttering. "I'm counting on you."
"This is the favor that you all owed me back then. From today onwards, I will no longer use any means to threaten you all."
Young Master Ma stood rooted to the spot for a long time while Yun Yang was long gone.
"Don't you worry!"
Young Master Ma suddenly felt a surge of warmth in his heart. "Even if our Ma family has to go bankrupt, we'll make sure this matter is perfect!"
…
When Yun Yang returned to the Residence of Yun, he could feel the eerie aura emanating from his home from afar.
He sighed inwardly.
What would come would come.
It was just as well. It would be good to settle this matter once and for all before Tie Zheng's wedding.
He had been walking in a hurry but after feeling the aura, his pace slowed down. His emotions grew calmer as he got closer to his residence's door.
In the backyard of the Residence of Yun.
A man dressed in black sat quietly in the pavilion under a flowering tree.
Lao Mei was sprawled on a stone table, his status unknown.
Fang Mofei looked weary, the front of his shirt drenched in blood. His face was pale, his body swaying as he leaned against a flowering tree.
Although the man dressed in black was just sitting there, it was as if he had melted into the air. There was no sense of presence at all.
He was like a cloud of black smoke that could vanish at any time with a gust of wind.
Yun Yang walked in leisurely, as if he had not noticed the man dressed in black.
He first walked to the stone table where Lao Mei was sprawled and took his pulse. Confirming that he had only been knocked out and his meridians had been blocked, he was half relieved.
He then walked up to Fang Mofei and checked his pulse as well. His worries were finally put to rest.
Before Yun Yang returned to the residence, the last thing he wanted to happen was to have casualties on his side, because that would push both sides to a dead end. Now that the two of them were injured but not dead, it meant that there was still room to turn the situation around!
Fang Mofei, in particular, looked like he was in a bad state but he had only suffered the punishment when he did not defend himself. His injuries were not severe, they were mostly flesh wounds.
The man in black was like a cloud of black fog, but his entire face was shrouded in a layer of black fog. He seemed to be indifferent to Yun Yang's series of actions, but Yun Yang could feel that this person's aura had locked onto him since he was a hundred feet away from his house.
Yun Yang sat in front of the man dressed in black nonchalantly and said faintly, "First Court King Qinguang, one of the ten kings of the Concourse of the Underworld?"
The man in black chuckled similarly. "Young Master Yun Yang of the Marquis of Heavenly Clouds. You are indeed someone that Ling Xiaozui has taken a liking to."
Yun Yang smiled. "I wonder what brings King Qinguang to my humble abode?"
"I'm only here to see what you're capable of. What right do you have to keep someone from the Concourse of the Underworld here?" First Court King Qinguang chuckled darkly. The atmosphere between both parties grew tenser as if a fight was about to break out at any moment.
"If it's purely to see my ability …" Yun Yang said quietly, "Do you think it's necessary?"
"It is." First Court King Qinguang said, "You're only at the fifth peak mystical Qi level now. I shall suppress you with my mystical Qi fifth peak cultivation base."
"If you lose, Fang Mofei will die. That's the price of betrayal and you'll have to pay a corresponding price as well. Even if you have Ling Xiaozui behind you, you'll have to pay the price as well!"
"What if I win?"
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