Cultivation—Stand above the Heaven Chapter 212

Wandong almost burst out laughing when hearing Qiu's presumptuous statement.

He, as being said, didn't hold a grudge against Qiu at all.

It was supposed to be the other way around: he would suffer a risk once Qiu figured out his trick.

Qiu, nevertheless, was pretty generous anyway. He absolved Wandong of the shortage of raw stones, which was worth about one hundred thousand kilos of gold based on the current going rate.

That reminded him of the pitiful Princess Baidie — she pleaded with Qiu Wanli times without number simply for a financial appropriation of fifty thousand kilos of gold.

"Hahaha...General Qiu, I do appreciate your kindness!"

Only fools would turn away such a favorable offer, so Wandong took it right away.

"Your royal highness, would you care to come over to my place when you are free? My father has been looking forward to a meeting with you for long."

Qiu Yunchong offered an invitation to Xu Wenchuan with a courtesy.

"Go and tell your papa, I will!"

Xu Wenchuan responded with a dismissive hum.

"Great!"

Qiu Yunchong knitted his eyebrows on seeing Xu Wenchuan's hostile reaction, feeling somewhat depressed.

Well, he had every reason to feel that way, as Xu Wenchuan already became a ninth-level martial master.

Casting a look at Wu Qiujun, he felt a bit spaced-out.

Right after his arrival, they cooperated so well that one could easily picture them in collusion.

Their relationship, somehow, changed all of a sudden — they were more or less on an enemy's term now.

Unable to figure out their fall-out, he left with his underlings anyway.

Duan Lengyan beamed radiantly at Wandong and extended her congratulations.

"Childe Xu, congrats! What a profitable deal it is!"

"Thanks to your and Mr. Wu's support! Without you, I couldn't have managed it! It was no big deal! Haha!"

Wandong burst out laughing.

Wu Qiujun crimsoned again — how could Wandong term it as no big deal?

Wandong procured approximately twenty thousand kilos of gold from the Tianbao Mansion today, which almost equaled their six-month turnover.

"Childe Xu, I wish you can always stay a man of luck!"

With an indiscernible sparkle of indignation flashing across her eyes, Duan Lengyan retained her composure and responded in an emotionless tone.

"Enough is enough! Lets' cut to the chase! Wu Qiujun, isn't it time to settle our old scores?"

Xu Wenchuan struck in.

"Xu, what else do you want? You're going too far!"

Wu Qiujun glared at Xu Wenchuan with lament and resent welling up in his eyes, a wave of quiver running through his body.

Wu Qiujun was, indeed, a miserable wreck — he suffered too much today.

He just couldn't for the life of him come to the terms with wounds, slaps, and insults coming all at once.

Xu Wenchuan, conversely, refused to take off the gloves, intending to go on coercing him.

"Your royal highness, I do concede that we did offend you. We apologize for that. But you see, we've already paid a high price for that. Bet you're satisfied with it.

As you know, my martial master boasts a remarkable social status in the Tiezhan Empire. Our empire will, by no means, turn a blind eye if you have your heart on making him suffer.

If it developed into a disaster, it would bring sufferings to you and the Qingyun people as well. Don't you agree?"

Duan Lengyan retained a poised look and an air of grandeur. Compounded with her perfectly reasonable analysis, Xu Wenchuan went shocked in spite of himself.

Chapter end