Published: March 8, 2025
Night Chenchen had a helpless expression, laughing and crying as he said, “Predecessor... even if I were to gather a bit more courage, I would still not dare to deal with you... Since you have already punished those blind ones... why not just let it go... for the sake of our shared roots...”
Hearing the words "shared roots," Wu Zhuocheng's expression changed strangely.
Strictly speaking, it was indeed shared roots: they were all related to the Nine Calamities!
Wu Zhuocheng's mentality had changed during this time, and he seemed to view past matters with more indifference. At this moment, hearing those words, he unexpectedly felt a mix of emotions.
Sighing softly, he said, “Fine, since you have said so, I shall not be selfish.”
Night Chenchen repeatedly expressed his gratitude.
“Your Ye Family should compensate my little disciple for some losses, and that’s enough.” Wu Zhuocheng looked at Chu Le'er affectionately, “My little disciple is just a girl, but she is my closed-door disciple, always timid and treated with utmost care. This time, she has been quite frightened by you.”
A few people outside had strange expressions.
“Frightened by us? This little aunt of ours unleashed innate poison. Who exactly is frightened by whom?”
Night Chenchen laughed heartily, “Of course, of course. Come here, open the family treasury. This young... young...” He hesitated, genuinely unsure of how to address her.
Even disregarding the conventional respect for age, based on the Nine Calamities alone, Wu Zhuocheng was from his grandfather's generation. Now that Wu Zhuocheng had taken in a disciple...
Did he really still have to call her 'little aunt'?
“Cough, just call her little sister,” Wu Zhuocheng rolled his eyes. Upon hearing that Night Chenchen was so efficient as to directly open the treasury... Wu Zhuocheng felt quite pleased and decided not to make it difficult for him.
Otherwise, letting this ancestor of the Ye Family refer to the fourteen-year-old girl Chu Le'er as 'little aunt' in front of his descendants would be absurd!
Such things were not impossible for a poison doctor.
“Um, take this little sister... to pick some things she likes,” Night Chenchen said, feeling a sense of relief.
“But what if I like too many things?” Chu Le'er looked at Wu Zhuocheng with a pitiful expression.
Wu Zhuocheng immediately frowned, “Indeed. There’s no storage equipment...”
“Prepare the largest storage ring for this little sister!” Before Wu Zhuocheng could finish his words, Night Chenchen had already set the order in motion. Since this deal had already been struck, it was better to be straightforward and ensure a generous settlement...
“Still you, kid. No wonder you are a descendant of the Nine Calamities; you really understand!” Wu Zhuocheng praised.
Night Chenchen wore a bitter smile.
At ten thousand years old, being called 'kid' and praised for being understanding was quite the irony!
I really am too understanding...
Chu Le'er, with her innocent and lovable demeanor, shyly followed into the Ye Family treasury to select her 'spiritual compensation'.
Night Chenchen warmly welcomed Wu Zhuocheng into the living room, personally attending to him with great care.
Outside, the bewildered experts of the Ye Family gradually dispersed.
Seeing the people who had been poisoned earlier now with blackened corpses, they were puzzled: why didn’t the ancestor ask this old man for the antidote?
Unbeknownst to them, Night Chenchen understood this poison doctor's personality well: since he personally poisoned them... it was best not to ask for an antidote.
Even if they did, it would be useless.
They were doomed to die!
Some were unconvinced and inquired about this old man's origins. Those who understood spoke with heavy voices: Thirty thousand years ago, one of the Nine Calamities, Poison Doctor Wu Zhuocheng! The only disciple of Morning Breeze Supreme!
These words left those ignorant of the truth staggered.
My goodness!
Helping the affiliated families to vent their anger had actually led to hitting the number one iron plate!