coobybook Chapter 143 What Strength Are You, Brother?
Chapter 143 What Strength Are You, Brother?
Chu Yi narrowed his eyes dangerously. This new third junior brother actually dared to laugh at him when he first arrived?
With such an arrogant personality, as his senior brother, he must teach him the principles of life.
Chu Yi: What strength and status do you have, brother? You don’t think that you can make a leap forward by entering the cliff and become the best in the world, do you? You are only at the Nascent Soul stage and you can’t even beat your senior brother with one hand.
Chu Yi: You have to be low-key, understand?
There was silence for a moment, as if they didn't expect that the future emperor who looked so cold, ruthless and domineering last time would be so childish and talkative.
But the matter was urgent, so Feng Zhiyi chose to get straight to the point.
He briefly introduced Zhu Jiu's identity and resume. Chu Yi was shocked and even looked at Zhu Jiu, the weak and spineless woman, several times.
Chu Yi: Is this true? It's her? Junior brother, you didn't remember it wrong, did you?
Chu Yi: If she, who is at the Foundation Establishment stage, can massacre a city, how weak must the people in the city be?
Feng Zhiyi said sternly: Impossible, even if she turns into ashes, I will never admit my mistake.
Chu Yi said disdainfully: According to what you said, Zhu Jiudu massacred the city, so he should be a cold-blooded evil cultivator. But this woman actually fell in love with Ling Yuanhan, who arrested her, at first sight, and acted like a spoiled child in every possible way.
Chu Yi: Junior brother, I will tell you a truth today. The first sword of cultivation is to kill the one you love first. If you are tempted, you will lose! In the past, which of the powerful people who stood at the top of the Nine Netherworld had a Taoist partner?
Chu Yi: It is unwise for the Origin Sword Force to choose such a weakling. This Zhu Jiu is not worth taking seriously at all...
He kept on talking with a cold face, when Feng Zhiyi suddenly interrupted him with a terrifyingly cold voice.
Feng Zhiyi: You said Zhu Jiu fell in love with someone at first sight?
Chu Yi:?
Feng Zhiyi's voice was filled with love and hate: No! She must die before she can fall in love with someone else! How can she continue to live a carefree life after hurting me so much!
Chu Yi was stunned: She... massacred your city?
The wind stops and the intention is: Yes.
Chu Yi: ...
A subtle sense of embarrassment flashed through his heart. He had just called Jialan City a weakling in front of Feng Zhiyi.
Chu Yi coughed a few times and pretended nothing had happened.
Chu Yi: Junior brother, don’t worry. Your enemy has been captured by Ling Yuanhan. The torture in the Jiling Empire is the most cruel. We will definitely avenge you.
Feng Zhiyi paused: ...How cruel is it?
Chu Yi thought the other party was very happy, so he introduced it in detail, such as burning and skinning.
Feng Zhiyi immediately said: This won't do, how can she endure this kind of suffering! Senior Brother, please bring him back to Jueya, I want to kill her myself!
Chu Yi: ???
No, brother, I don’t quite understand you.
……
At the same time on the other side.
Sitting behind the curtain of Acacia Tower was the young eunuch Cangjie, with a gentle and flawless temperament. He received the following message from the chief of the Fengwu clan.
Cang Wu Yu: Tiantian, how are you? Haven’t you sold yourself yet?
Cangjie: No, Chief. There was an incident at the brothel opposite today. All the customers were attracted there, so I stopped here.
Cang was curious: What kind of accident was it?
Cangjie spoke in an orderly and slow manner, with great self-cultivation and bearing. Just by listening to his voice and temperament and demeanor, one could tell that he was the eldest son of a wealthy family.
Cang Wu Yu had only one feeling after listening to it.
He angrily beat his own trunk: Damn it, what does it matter if there is one more rich man like me in this world! My request is not high, I don’t want 500,000, just 100,000!
Cang Wu Yu fell into the fantasy of money falling from the sky: Even if she slaps me in the face at that time, I will say it feels so good and I want more.
Cangjie: ...
He easily imagined in his mind the clan leader with gray hair and a face full of wrinkles, but in good spirits, with a look of jealousy and gnashing of teeth.
He: Chief, your body cannot bear it now.
Cang Wu Yu wiped his tears secretly: Alas...I died halfway through the journey of my dream.
He complained to himself for a while, and suddenly said cunningly: Tiantian, do you think that evil cultivator just got 500,000 and spent it casually?
Cang Jie had already heard of the person before he even saw him. He was helpless: Grandpa Patriarch, she is almost dead, how could she have the mind to spend the spirit stones? Besides, she is deeply in love with the Seventeenth Prince.
Cang Wuyu: You will indulge yourself before you die? Think about the spiritual stones you got from selling your body in other cities. The highest you got was only 100,000 medium-grade spiritual stones.
Yes, this is what the grandfather and grandson do to make money. The legitimate business is stable, but taking an unconventional approach can also be very profitable.
Cangjie thought that the clan leader was crazy again, so he changed the subject very experiencedly.
Cangjie said in a serious tone: Chief, I want to participate in the Hundred Ghosts Parade in a few days.
Cang Wu paused. He knew that although Cang Jie had poor cultivation and talent, he always had an ambition in his heart to not be willing to be mediocre and not to let the Fengwu people suffer humiliation every day.
But right.
He: Sun, opportunities are reserved for those who are prepared. If there is no opportunity, don't prepare blindly.
Their Fengwu tribe is at the bottom of the food chain among the plant-based monsters. They seem to have been abandoned by God since ancient times, and there is no one in their tribe who has exceeded the God Transformation Stage.
The highest is the Nascent Soul Stage, and even at the same level, their strength is several times weaker than that of other races.
He is jokingly called the shame of all monsters.
Cangjie still didn't give up. He was very determined and unconvinced: Everything is difficult at the beginning...
Cang Wu Yu: Then the middle is difficult, and the ending is difficult.
Cangjie: ...Even if everyone says it's impossible, can our Fengwu tribe just give up? How can we know if we don't try?
Cang sighed speechlessly: That’s true. If you don’t try, you won’t know whether you can do it or not. Only after you try, you will know that you really can’t do it.
Cangjie: ...
He couldn't stand it anymore, so he smiled and hung up the communication talisman. Of course, maybe his spiritual power was not enough...
When Cang Wu Yu saw that the communication talisman had disappeared, he let out a long sigh and looked at the moon in the sky.
Cang Jie's words echoed in his decadent mind, and a firm look suddenly flashed across his eyes.
"The wind and snow have oppressed me for two or three years, and I will sleep forever once I close my eyes."
Then he lay down and fell asleep.
……
Cangjie was worried. He actually had a mission today, which was to sell himself for a good price, then buy a precious Zhuyan grass and refine a foundation-building pill.
He must build his foundation before the hundred ghosts and monsters appear.
Since the Fengwu tribe's innate conditions are not good, then he will improve himself through acquired efforts. Thinking of this, he couldn't help but think of what Cang Wuyu would say -
“Success is achieved through hard work, so just take a break today and tomorrow.”
Cangjie: “…” Otherwise, you should just refine a brainwashing pill first.
Although he tried hard to suppress it, the terrible decadent and perverse literature still attacked him fiercely.
“Save money to spend when you’re about to die.”
“When a man is about to die, he will certainly spend money happily.”
Cangjie covered his forehead in pain...Why not give it a try?
……
Ling Yuanhan finally took the courtesan to complete the formalities.
Just as he was about to leave, three voices sounded at the same time.
Chu Yi: “Stop!”
Cang Jie: "Fairy, please stay."
Zhu Jiu: "You've had your fun, but I haven't yet."
Ling Yuanhan: “……?”
There is a sense of being blackmailed.