815 Aunty Wants You (2/2)
”Auntie, we just met for the first time, so we don't know much about each other. Isn't it better if we get to know each other before making a decision?”
”You've said it yourself that we hit it off right away. I believe that this is a fateful encounter too, and we are destined to meet each other.”
”Would His Highness agree to this?” Fang Zhengzhi finally felt like he had met his match. It seemed like the saying 'Cougars are the scariest', was actually accurate.
”He listens to me.”
”Auntie, do you really want to do this?”
”That's right!”
”Auntie, I'm not trying to blow my own trumpet, but even if you're so powerful, are you so sure that you could stop me from leaving?” Fang Zhengzhi smiled confidently.
”You are right. I may not be capable of stopping you. However, you seem to have forgotten about something.” Qian Yu also smiled confidently.
”What's that?”
”You are in Ling Yun Realm now.”
”So?” Fang Zhengzhi's expression changed a little, because he had actually forgotten about that. Most importantly, since Qian Ye died, Ling Yun Realm was now complete.
”Yang Er, let's go!” As Qian Yu said that, Fang Zhengzhi felt Ping Yang's body disappearing. She was gone.
It wasn't just Ping Yang. Qian Yu, as well as all of Ling Yun Tower's disciples, had disappeared in the blink of an eye. The only thing that remained was the mountain range.
The breeze was blowing through the jungle.
The eight moons in the sky were already gone. The golden sun was the only thing in the sky, casting Fang Zhengzhi's shadow on the ground.
”…”
Fang Zhengzhi glanced around and looked at his lonely shadow. Even though he didn't like to curse, he really felt like saying, ”G.o.d d.a.m.n it!”
…
There was a piece of land covered in snow. Even though it was summertime, snowflakes were floating in the air, eventually turning into frost on the ground.
Nangong Mausoleum, a place that was covered in snow all year round.
There was nothing but countless stone tablets standing in a thick layer of snow here. No one knew how long these stone tablets had been standing here, and the writings on the tablets were no longer legible.
Of course, there was also a giant tree standing in front of Nangong Mausoleum at the moment.
The giant tree was so high that it had reached the clouds. Many white flowers had bloomed on its branches. The petals were exuding a dazzling silvery radiance that reached all the way below.
”Do you see that?”
A plump middle-aged man standing at bottom of the tree pointed towards the treetop. He was wearing a thin garment with a hide on his shoulder. This man was the current master of the Nangong n.o.bles, Nangong Tian.
There was a crystal-clear fruit hanging on the treetop, covered in cloud-shaped engravings.
Most importantly, there seemed to be an extremely rich aura flowing in the fruit. The aura was shapes.h.i.+fting between trees and flowers randomly.
”Yup.” The young man standing in front of Nangong Tian nodded. His turquoise s.h.i.+rt had long been painted white by the snow, and the scar on his face looked a little barbaric. However, his expression was extremely determined. He was clenching his fists so tightly that they were cracking softly.
Nangong Mu, who had been ignored by his family since he was young, was now standing in front of the tree that the Nangong n.o.bles had placed all their hopes on.
He didn't know if he should feel lucky or abhorred.
However, he knew that this was his fate, something that had been imprinted deeply inside him since he was born. He couldn't fight it.
”Are you really ready for this?” Nangong Tian stared at Nangong Mu and asked.
”Yup.” Nangong Mu nodded again, and he didn't even say another word. Nevertheless, his determination remained unaffected.
”If you aren't strong enough, your body would definitely blow up after eating that fruit, and you'll die. Even I wouldn't able to save you. Are you sure that you can survive?” Nangong Tian stared intently at Nangong Mu for a full ten minutes before he asked again.
”Yup.” Nangong Mu didn't nod this time, but he gritted his teeth tightly and unleashed an intense aura from his body.
”Go. You are a descendant of Nangong n.o.bles. Even if you aren't as talented as your brother, Nangong Family's bloodline still flows within you!” As if he had made up his mind, Nangong Tian stopped questioning Nangong Mu and pointed towards the treetop instead.
”Father!” Nangong Mu's body trembled, and he finally couldn't keep calm anymore. He clenched his fists so tightly that they turned pale.
”What's wrong?” Nangong Tian shot Nangong Mu a puzzled expression.
”One day, I'll defeat my brother by myself!” As Nangong Mu said that, he accelerated tremendously towards the tree.
Crack!
The snow on the tree fell down with the snowflakes. It was not a thick layer of snow, but it was still clearly visible.
Nangong Tian was startled for a moment.
He didn't avoid the fallen snow nor swipe it away. He just allowed the snow to fall on his face.
The turquoise figure above his head was moving up the tree nonstop. Snow fell down from the tree and started piling up at his feet.
”Defeat Hao Er?” Nangong Tian's lips moved a little. He seemed to feel conflicted, but he soon shook his head and said, ”It's good to be motivated. However, it's impossible to beat natural talent with hard work!”
Snowflakes were still falling.
Nangong Mu stared intently at the crystal-clear fruit at the treetop and blocked out Nangong Tian's words, because he knew the answer. He had always known the answer since he was young.