Chapter 167: Situation Will Change (Two-in-one)

Shamoli had been in the territory of the Eastern people for several months, and only then did he know what enjoyment was. The veiled and graceful dancing girls made Shamoli's eyes almost fall out. Several small clan disciples of the Li family took him to watch plays, hunt, taste wine, stroll the streets, fight chickens and walk dogs. Every day was a beautiful life.

"Damn it, the west is really a group of stupid goods!"

Shamoli finally understood why the Shanyue who returned from the east loved to despise the Westerners. The two sides lived completely different lives. The life in the east was relaxed and free, and the only thing that gave Shamoli a headache was the complex and sensitive political life of the Eastern people.

As long as Shamoli opened his mouth, eight or nine out of ten words he said could make one or two people look unhappy and shut up, and he offended people for no reason. Later, he learned to be obedient, and he would not speak unless it was a last resort, just laughing happily.

"Young Master!"

Shamoli came back to his senses, saw a person welcoming him, recalled carefully for a while, this person was a clan minister of the Mulu clan, who died outside a few years ago, didn't expect to disappear and come to the east to enjoy blessings. He hurriedly called in the Shanyue soil language:

"That stinking goods... look this way!"

The man was annoyed, looked in the direction of the sound, and was overjoyed, shouting:

"Quickly catch that person! This person is the King's descendant of East Shanyue!"

Shamoli was immediately pounced on by several people. He also had the cultivation of the third layer of Embryonic Breath, but he shrank his head and didn't dare to resist, and was carried all the way, falling into the courtyard of the blue brick with a thud.

He knelt on the smooth and cold ground, timidly raised his head, but in front of him was a fourteen or fifteen-year-old boy, a pair of sword eyebrows straight and long, gray-black pupils staring straight at him, his face handsome and lines smooth, full of oppression.

"Greetings... Greetings to the Great King!"

Shamoli calculated in his heart that this person was eight or nine out of ten Li Xuanxuan. His face was so young, mostly because he became Qi Refining early, so he looked immature. Speaking of which, he was still his aunt's husband, and they were relatives.

"Young Master is joking."

Li Yuanxiu laughed low, the corners of his mouth couldn't help but hook slightly. He didn't expect Shanyue's handle to be delivered to his door so suddenly. He was proud in his heart and wished he could laugh long, but he endured it hard, was polite, and looked at this Shanyue prince who was trembling.

"I am Li Yuanxiu, the eldest son of the family head, and I am of the same generation as you."

Shamoli was stunned, not expecting Li Yuanxiu to be so approachable. He stuttered and didn't dare to speak, and saw a person walking in a hurry at the door, his face similar to Li Yuanxiu, but his eyebrows were shorter and his eyes were narrower. He looked like a jackal-like role. The boy glanced at Shamoli, scaring him to lower his head hurriedly.

"Hearing that cousin came to visit, Yuanjiao is overjoyed!"

Shamoli was overjoyed, feeling that this was his backer among the Eastern people, and said repeatedly:

"It turns out to be Cousin Jiao, it turns out to be Cousin Jiao! I have also admired him for a long time, I didn't expect to be such a hero."

Li Yuanjiao curled his lips, stood beside Li Yuanxiu, and stared at the crowd below with tiger eyes. Several Shanyue subordinates knew that he had the blood of the Mulu clan and was so temperamental to the Shanyue people, all looking at him with admiration.

"I heard that your father had an accident. Can the Young Master explain it, so as to solve our doubts."

Li Yuanxiu held tea at the head and asked unhurriedly. Shamoli below was trembling and said repeatedly:

"Yes, yes!"

Shamoli hurriedly explained the whole thing about Mu Jiaoman's death. It took a full stick of incense time. The people around were suddenly enlightened and discussed one after another.

Li Yuanxiu waved his hand, his face changed slightly. He didn't expect this Shamoli to be so stupid, thinking to himself:

"I specifically called everyone to let him state the facts. I didn't expect this silly goods to really say it truthfully. He didn't know how to splash some dirty water on his brother, so as to give my Li family a reason to intervene. It really lived up to my good intentions..."

Looking at the group of uncles and brothers surrounding the lower head, Li Yuanxiu said gently:

"I will talk to Shamoli, you elders, please retreat first."

Several clan elders frowned and wanted to speak, but Li Yuanjiao hummed, stood forward, and stared at them with tiger eyes. Several people had to retreat. The group of people supporting them retreated like a tide, leaving only the clan soldiers and Li Yuanxiu and Li Yuanjiao brothers in the courtyard. Li Qiuyang stood with his arms crossed beside Shamoli to prevent him from hurting people.

Li Yuanxiu hurriedly walked down, took Shamoli's hand, and looked intimate, laughing:

"Brother Shamoli, there were elders managing here before, so Yuanxiu couldn't speak. You and I are in-laws, why be so polite!"

Shamoli was stunned, not expecting Li Yuanxiu to be so approachable. He stuttered and didn't dare to speak, and saw Li Yuanxiu say:

"That Young Master Zhimu took advantage of the Great King's serious injury to usurp the throne, and violated the Great King's will to slaughter the sons. It is really not a son of man. My Li family has promised to protect East Shanyue, how can I sit idly by! Young Master, please rest assured!"

These words made Shamoli stunned. His mind was blank. He doubted whether he hadn't made it clear just now. It was clearly the Great King who passed the position to Zhimu and personally ordered the slaughter of his other sons. How did it completely change in Li Yuanxiu's mouth...

Shamoli looked at the smile on Li Yuanxiu's face, a flash of lightning flashed in his mind, a trembling desire surged in his heart. Shamoli, who had originally been dead to the throne, suddenly began to tremble, both happy and shocked, and said repeatedly:

"Yes! Yes! Young Master Zhimu took advantage of the Great King's serious injury to usurp the throne, and violated the Great King's will to slaughter the sons..."

Li Yuanxiu finally let this elm-headed brain turn the corner, sighed with relief in his heart, and smiled:

"Your father can also be considered Jiao's uncle. This hatred is also bullying to my Li family. You can take a look at the scenery in the east down the mountain, which is very different from Shanyue. I will report to the elders on the mountain and then come to find you."

Shamoli's mind was full of thoughts, his blood was boiling, and his mind was full of pictures of killing back to Shanyue and seizing the throne. He responded blankly, woke up in horror, and said excitedly:

"Your clan's great kindness, Shamoli has nothing to repay! Shamoli is willing to be the pioneer of the Li family, guard the west for the Li family, and pay tribute every year..."

Li Yuanxiu waved his hand, speechless in his heart, knowing that this guy didn't understand how to speak at all, secretly thinking:

"Guarding the west and paying tribute every year is no different from now. This Shamoli can't say anything to the point. It is really not sensitive to the situation at all."

After speaking, he nodded slightly and left the courtyard to go up the mountain. Li Yuanjiao and Shamoli looked at each other in the courtyard. Li Yuanjiao glanced at Shamoli, patted his distant relative on the shoulder, and whispered in his ear:

"My Eastern people's beauties and singing and dancing are the most famous. Cousin might as well go and take a look."

"Ah! Good."

Shamoli went out of the courtyard in a daze. Li Yuanjiao bowed to Li Qiuyang and said in a low voice:

"The rest of the matter troubles Clan Uncle. Carefully select some singing and dancing women, and must let Shamoli leave a few descendants and stay in the town to study. Only then can Shanyue be held in the palm of the hand."

"I know."

Li Qiuyang nodded, didn't neglect because Li Yuanjiao was young, bowed and went out.

Sorry, I sent the saved draft yesterday, so the update was late~

"There are still a few years left. Take a Snake Origin Pill, and no matter what, you must feed Shamoli until he reaches Qi Refining!"

(End of chapter) ===== CHAPTER 166 =====

"Your son will go do it right away!"

Li Xuanling responded and prepared to go down, but Li Tongya suddenly stopped him and asked:

"Who is watching Shamoli now?"

"Reporting to Father, it is Brother Qiuyang."

Li Tongya calculated the time and said in a deep voice:

"Li Qiuyang must be forty-five by now, and I heard he only just broke through to the fifth level of the Embryonic Breath realm, the Jade Capital Wheel... Shamoli is an outsider after all. Although we are paying these spiritual resources to gain the territory of the East Shanyue, we cannot say so openly. Over these years, Qiuyang has never asked the family for anything other than the spiritual rice and spirit stones issued as clan stipends. Seeing this situation, he might feel resentful... You go call him up here."

Li Xuanling nodded quickly and retreated. Before long, the stone door of the cave dwelling was quietly knocked upon, and Li Qiuyang's respectful voice came from outside:

"Junior Li Qiuyang, greetings to my Clan Uncle!"

"Come in."

Li Tongya put down the jade slip in his hand, glanced at the white hair at his temples, and said warmly:

"In my memory, you are still that little boy on the Spirit Testing Platform. I never imagined that decades would pass in the blink of an eye. Now you have children and grandchildren of your own and have become a senior clan elder with high seniority! You have been diligent and conscientious all these years, and I have seen it all."

Li Qiuyang lowered his head slightly, his eyes moist. Feeling somewhat uneasy, he replied:

"If it weren't for the family, Qiuyang would just be an old farmer working in the fields today. Qiuyang is grateful for the family's kindness and dares not be anything but diligent."

Li Tongya nodded approvingly, flipped his hand, revealed a small brocade pouch, and said warmly:

"You are now a cultivator of the Jade Capital Wheel, yet you don't even have a storage bag. This storage bag is one I used when I was young. Its capacity isn't very large, but you take it and use it for now."

"I cannot accept this!"

Li Qiuyang was shocked. A storage bag like this was worth ten or twenty spirit stones, far beyond what he could afford. He usually spent all his stipends on cultivation and couldn't even scrape together half a spirit stone. He said repeatedly:

"How could I be so bold!"

Li Tongya waved his hand, and the pouch was already hanging at Li Qiuyang's waist. He patted his own storage bag and took out a small jade bottle. Li Tongya said softly:

"This is a Snake Origin Pill, obtained from the family's alchemy. Take it and consume it first. If you cannot break through to Qi Refining, come back up the mountain to find me."

Li Qiuyang was stunned, his eyes turning red. Yet, faced with the temptation of gaining an extra hundred years of life upon breaking through to Qi Refining, he couldn't bring himself to refuse. He could only say with a trembling voice:

"Qiuyang... Qiuyang is unworthy of this!"

"What are you saying!"

Li Tongya's expression turned solemn, and he said sternly:

"Those juniors are the ones who are unworthy! For the past thirty years, you have planted spiritual rice, guarded mines, and eliminated demonic creatures. There is no one in the family who has been more devoted than you!"

Li Qiuyang burst into tears and agreed repeatedly. Li Tongya comforted him with a few kind words before sending him out of the cave dwelling.

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Mount Huazhong, the An family.

"Sigh."

An Jingming let out a low sigh, his eyes filled with confusion. Everything he saw was a scene of joyous and extravagant luxury, which made him feel slightly annoyed. He thought to himself:

An Jingming walked forward angrily, but several mortals walked past him with their heads lowered. They were all holding a large basket together, dripping with blood. Their faces were filled with extreme fear, and they didn't dare to look up at him.

"What is going on!"

An Jingming blocked their path coldly. The few people had no choice but to let go and kneel on the ground. Five or six fingers suddenly rolled out of the basket, rolled on the ground for a while, and stopped at An Jingming's feet.

An Jingming closed his eyes, already knowing the truth of the matter. An Jiyan was neither lustful nor greedy for wealth; he only loved the pleasures of the palate, yet he was cruel and vicious. Whenever a chef didn't cook to his satisfaction, he would go on a killing spree. If the bear paw wasn't stewed well, he would cut off the chef's five fingers; if the pork shoulder wasn't roasted fragrantly enough, he would cut off the chef's legs. Every day on the mountain, one could hear crying from the palace.

"I know now."

An Jingming shook his head, but he was powerless. He could reprimand anyone in the family, except for his father.

Taking a few steps forward, An Jingming entered the main hall. An Jiyan was drinking with a cold face. Seeing An Jingming, he finally had a pleasant expression and smiled:

"My family's Qilin son has arrived!"

"Father."

An Jingming responded respectfully, and then said:

"Jingming has one thing to tell Father!"

"What is it?"

An Jiyan frowned, staring blankly at the stewed bear paw in the plate. He never expected An Jingming to cup his hands and say in a deep voice:

Three chapters today, made up for one~ still owe two chapters.

(End of chapter)