Chapter 23: Chapter 23 Where Does it Come From? Chapter 23: Chapter 23 Where Does it Come From? Editor: Atlas Studios That statement, in fact, already had an answer when Yang Xiaoyun asked the question.
Without waiting for Su Mo to speak, Yang Xiaoyun continued: “I heard something.”
“Uh?”
“Wei Ruhan actually doesn’t want to pass the position of Alliance Leader to anyone.”
Yang Xiaoyun said: “Wei Ruhan originally had three sons. His eldest son, Wei Qifeng, engaged in a fight by the Heng River and was killed and thrown into the river. Wei Ruhan searched for three whole years but never found the body.
“The second son, Wei Qixiong, was a pupil of the Yin Yang Strange Guest. In order to cultivate the Heaven and Earth Yin Yang Plate, he ventured alone into the farthest north, deep into the Ten Thousand Mile Ice Field. Twenty-three years have passed since then, and he has yet to return…more likely ill-fated than not.
“The youngest son turned out to be a natural-born simpleton, raised at home, thought to be safe from disaster and unlikely to die so easily… yet he choked to death on an egg.
“The Wei Family almost lost its lineage; however, what the world doesn’t know is that Wei Qifeng had a daughter before he died.”
Su Mo was somewhat surprised: “Wei Ruhan actually has a granddaughter?”
Although the matters of these three sons were treated as taboos by Wei Ruhan and rarely mentioned by anyone in Luoxia City.
Su Mo naturally had heard about them.
However, he had never heard of this granddaughter.
“Not only is there a granddaughter, but this granddaughter has also been a disciple of the Third Palace Master of Lengyue Palace since she was young, learning a set of superb martial arts. She secretly returned to Luoxia City not long ago, settling in the City Lord Manor.”
“Are you suggesting that this matter is orchestrated by this little princess?”
“That’s hard to say.”
Yang Xiaoyun shook her head slightly: “Being the City Lord of Luoxia City and the Alliance Hierarch of Luofeng Alliance, these are immense wealth and power. I believe no one would easily hand them over to others, right? However, involving others in this scheme for no reason is indeed vexing.”
“The tumult of Jianghu is always such, barely within anyone’s control.”
Su Mo sighed.
“Exactly.”
Yang Xiaoyun looked at Su Mo, suddenly smiled again: “But you have truly surprised me, your thoughtfulness and insight are incomparable to the past. If Uncle Su knew this from beyond, he would be consoled.”
At this point, both fell silent.
When they resumed speaking, they returned to the topic of martial arts.
Su Mo had arrived in the morning, and it was not until noon that he bid farewell and left.
Yang Xiaoyun wanted to keep Su Mo for a meal before he left, but Su Mo insisted on leaving, and so he could only let it be.
Finally, Yang Xiaoyun escorted Su Mo all the way to the entrance of the Iron Blood Escort Agency, repeatedly urging him to visit again when he was free.
Whereas the Cloud Catcher stood aside with words on the tip of his tongue, yet in the end, he did not manage to express himself.
…
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In the study!
Amidst the curling wisps of blue smoke, Yang Yizhi sat straight-backed behind the desk, with a book in hand.
The sound of footsteps approached—it was the Cloud Catcher, Xu Ruoshen.
“Chief.”
He bowed with hands clasped.
Yang Yizhi’s eyes did not move from the book, simply asking softly: “Has he left?”
“Left.”
“He spoke?”
“The young miss was with him the whole time; he didn’t manage to speak.”
Yang Yizhi nodded lightly: “Then we’ll talk next time.”
“Yes.”
Xu Ruoshen furrowed his brows slightly: “During this time, Lord Wu of the Wu Family came to visit.”
“And then?”
“The young lady told him to come back in ten years.”
Yang Yizhi’s lips twitched slightly, shifting his gaze from the book to the window: “Has he left?”
“He’s waiting outside the escort agency gate.”
Only then did Yang Yizhi turn to look at Xu Ruoshen.
Xu Ruoshen stood quietly.
“After all, it was inevitable to meet, sooner or later, that’s all it is. Go now, do not overthink the affairs of the young ones.”
“Yes.”
Xu Ruoshen agreed and departed.
Yang Yi sat silently behind the desk for a long while before putting down the book he was holding.
…
After leaving the Iron Blood Escort Agency, Su Mo did not go straight home.
It was almost noon, so he decided to grab a bite to eat.
Though Uncle Fu wasn’t a picky eater, every meal he cooked for Su Mo was prepared in a rush.
Uncle Fu probably expected him to have lunch at the Iron Blood Escort Agency, so Su Mo thought it might be nice to give the old man some leisure time for once.
He casually found a dumpling stall and ordered a bowl of wontons.
Before he could even speak, someone sat down across from him.
“Are you Su Mo?”
The man spoke with a tone that was neither cold nor warm, his eyes scrutinizing as he looked over.
Su Mo glanced at the man, who appeared to be in his early twenties with his hair tied up with a jade crown. His appearance would have been quite good if it weren’t for the unhealed bruises, half of his eye area being blue with a contusion.
What Su Mo intended to say got stuck when confronted with this man’s ‘makeup’, momentarily stunned, he couldn’t help but exclaim, “Yang Xiaoyun really doesn’t pull her punches.”
Perhaps the comment struck a chord with the man, as he subconsciously nodded and touched the bruises on his face, “Indeed too harsh, and aimed particularly at the face…”
Su Mo fell silent.
Wu Chengfeng also became quiet.
However, the silence didn’t last long before he slapped the table, “Shopkeeper, a bowl of wontons.”
Then, looking at Su Mo, he said, “It’s on me.”
“Suit yourself.”
Su Mo snorted lightly, indifferent.
Two bowls of wontons arrived one after another, and the two men ate in silence without further conversation.
In a short while, the two bowls of wontons were completely finished.
Wu Chengfeng was the first to stand, “Come with me.”
With that, he turned and walked away.
Without hesitation, Su Mo turned and walked toward the escort agency.
Wu Chengfeng had walked a fair distance before he realized there were no footsteps behind him. Turning his head, he saw Su Mo was nearly out of sight.
Startled, he hurriedly chased after him. In several leaps, he caught up to Su Mo, “Wait for me!”
Su Mo stopped and turned around with a smile, “Did I forget to thank Lord Wu for his generous invitation?”
“…I told you to come with me!?”
“Did I agree?”
“…No.”
“Well, there you have it.”
…
Wu Chengfeng, furious, “Are you making a fool of me?”
“I wouldn’t dare.”
Su Mo shook his head, “As the son of the Deputy City Lord of Luoxia City, you are also considered our Young City Lord. How could I, merely a head of a declined escort agency, dare to make a fool of you?”
“Good… all of Luoxia City says that you, Su Mo, are a wastrel beyond shaping, but I didn’t expect you to also have guts.”
Wu Chengfeng burst into laughter, “Well then, I won’t beat around the bush with you. Let’s have a contest. If I win, you’ll go to the Yang Family to break off your engagement. If you win, from now on where you and Yang Xiaoyun are, I will stay back a fair distance!”
Su Mo looked Wu Chengfeng up and down, shook his head slightly, and said, “Goodbye.”
After saying that, he turned and left.
Wu Chengfeng was taken aback and hurriedly reached for Su Mo’s shoulder, “Wait a…”
He didn’t finish his sentence before he saw Su Mo’s shoulder tremble slightly, and a tremendous force suddenly burst forth from Su Mo’s shoulder, sending Wu Chengfeng flying through the air.
His trajectory was so swift that the Inner Strength sent him straight into a restaurant by the street.
Several young men were drinking and chatting when Wu Chengfeng flew through the window and happened to land at an empty seat at their table.
All of them were taken aback and, on closer inspection, recognized him, surprised:
“Brother Wu, where did you come from?”
Wu Chengfeng: “…”
While Wu Chengfeng sat there dumbfounded, unsure of how to explain, a pair of eyes in the darkness of the street had already witnessed everything.
At this moment, eyes filled with astonishment.