Published: March 7, 2025
Chapter 242: Dong Wushang Returns
Tie Butian was clearly worried about Chu Yang’s journey to Great Zhao. Even the vitality spring water that Chu Yang offered him was gulped down without any enthusiasm. He hesitated several times, pacing back and forth in the palace with his hands behind his back, his brow deeply furrowed.
“Can you set off within seven days?” When Chu Yang asked when Tang Xingsheng's family would depart, Tie Butian responded, “Diwu Qingrou hasn’t sent anyone to pick them up; are we supposed to escort them? Besides, it's freezing cold... how about we wait until spring when the flowers bloom?”
Chu Yang frowned slightly, realizing that Tie Butian was being a bit emotional: he didn't want to let Tang Xingsheng's family go; he just didn’t want Chu Yang to leave!
“Well, that’s fine. Anyway, I won’t be leaving with them,” Chu Yang said.
“When are you leaving then?”
“When the time is right, I will leave on my own,” Chu Yang smiled.
Tie Butian sighed deeply at Chu Yang’s response.
Seeing that there was nothing else, Chu Yang was about to take his leave; but just as he reached the door, Tie Butian suddenly called out from behind, “Chu Imperial Seat! Chu Yang!”
Chu Yang turned around, looking at Tie Butian questioningly, “Is there something your majesty needs?”
Tie Butian’s lips moved a couple of times, as if he wanted to say something but couldn’t bring himself to. Finally, he turned away and said lightly, “If Chu Imperial Seat is to set off for Great Zhao, then… before your departure, come and inform me.”
Chu Yang agreed, “Understood.” He turned and left, thinking to himself, isn’t that obvious? How could I leave without telling you?
Three days later, Dong Wushang finally returned, full of excitement; this guy, using some unknown means, managed to bring back half a cart of Ink Steel!
All because Chu Yang told him: it’s best to have more; otherwise, it wouldn’t be enough…
Looking at the half cart, the five brothers were left speechless. Considering the weight and density of the Ink Steel, this half cart weighed at least ten thousand pounds!
The eight horses pulling the cart were panting, covered in sweat, and steaming in the cold winter, like eight steamers parked at the entrance of Heavenly Weapon Pavilion.
All the way there, two deep grooves were left in the road—originally, the road in Iron Cloud City was well-maintained; although these things were heavy, they shouldn’t have left such deep marks. However, the heavy snow from a while back had softened the ground…
“Ahem, I was a bit late because I was preparing the Ink Steel,” Dong Wushang said, wiping the sweat from his face and shrugging.
“Idol!” Rocky Luo, Ji Mo, and Rui Butong all exclaimed in astonishment at the same time: “So much Ink Steel, how did you manage to get it? How did you come through the path for the next three days?”
“I… I carried it on my head…” Dong Wushang, with a dark face, surprisingly showed a hint of blush, stammering, “One piece at a time on my head, went out… then came back in, and then went out again…”
Ji Mo sat down on the ground, dumbfounded for a moment, suddenly bursting into laughter: “I give up… Dong Wushang, this is the first time I, Ji Mo, have been so convinced by someone… Ha, carried it on your head? Came out and went back in? Went in and came out? My gosh… you’re going to make me die of laughter…”
Rocky Luo was slapping his own buttocks, making a loud sound, unable to contain his joy: “As expected of the fourth brother! This is incredible!”
This was Rocky Luo’s signature move; whenever he got excited, he would slap his buttocks, and he would keep doing it rhythmically.
Gu Duxing also couldn't hold back his laughter, chuckling out loud and coughing repeatedly.
“Boss… is this enough?” Dong Wushang rubbed his hands, looking at Chu Yang with great urgency: “If it's not enough, I can go back and get more…”
“It’s enough! Too much!” Chu Yang coughed a few times: “What puzzles me is… did you carry all of this by yourself?”