Loyal Heart Roaming the Skies

"Interesting." Jiang Wang laughed.

"Are you going?" Linghe asked.

"Why not?" Jiang Wang turned to An'an and said, "Brother will take you to eat and drink, how about that?"

An'an nodded seriously.

Linghe then tidied up his clothes and took his sword with him.

"Hey!" Jiang Wang stopped him. "You don't have to come, we're not going to fight."

Facing Linghe's gaze, Jiang Wang added, "Don't worry, the Fang family isn't that stupid."

Linghe thought about it and agreed. He put down his sword and sat cross-legged. For him, if there was nothing else to do, he could spend the whole day practicing.

Cultivation had its own world, and it was enjoyable.

Walking on the way to the Wangyue Tower, An'an suddenly looked up and asked, "Is the Fang family bad?"

"Oh?" Jiang Wang looked at her with interest. "Why do you say that?"

"I saw even Linghe brother wants to fight them," An'an said.

Jiang Wang laughed.

Linghe's personality was such that he rarely showed hostility towards anyone.

"Then let's not go eat," An'an said.

"That won't do, we must go and eat, and eat with style and skill," Jiang Wang deliberately said. "If we eat the bad guys out of house and home, we're doing a good deed, understand?"

An'an bit her thumb and nodded thoughtfully.

"Snap!"

"Don't bite your fingers!"

There was a Wangjiang Tower in Wangjiang City, with a high status and well-known far and wide. The Wangyue Tower in Fenglin City, with a similar name, paled in comparison.

The tower was not tall, only three floors. However, the dishes in the tower were rare and good, so it had always been a thriving business in Fenglin City.

Jiang Wang carried An'an into the Wangyue Tower and was directly led by the Fang family's servants to a private room.

A middle-aged man with a calm temperament and a face that could be considered refined stood up to greet them. "Nephew!"

His smile became even warmer when he saw An'an. "Is this the younger sister? So cute."

Jiang Wang had met Fang Zehou before. When he and Fang Pengju were close, Fang Zehou had invited them to dinner more than once. At that time, Fang Zehou still had a loving and hopeful look towards his nephew. After Fang Pengju's death, because it was not an honorable death, no one in the Fang family was willing to bury him.

Jiang Wang didn't want to be called a nephew, so he greeted him, "Fang Patriarch."

"It's nothing, it's nothing." Fang Zehou smiled and then waved his hand, taking a string of gold beads from the servant and handing it to An'an. "First meeting, Uncle will give you a gift!"

An'an turned her head, burying her little face in Jiang Wang's arms. In her small head, she had already decided that he was a bad guy and didn't even want to talk to him.

Jiang Wang put An'an in her seat and said, "The little girl is shy, don't mind her. Let's forget about the gift. Mr. Fang, why did you invite me to meet this time?"

Fang Zehou had donated to become a government official and had an official position. This title of "Patriarch" was not abrupt."Not in a hurry, not in a hurry." Fang Zehou's face showed no embarrassment as he waved his hand for the servant to put away the string of gold beads, then said, "Try our signature dish, lotus leaf chicken."

Jiang Anan had already made up her mind to eat the scoundrel out of house and home, and was about to start, but was stopped by Jiang Wang. Jiang Wang picked up his chopsticks and tasted every dish on the table one by one, savoring each one before selecting a few plates and placing them in front of Anan.

"I've tasted them all for you. These dishes taste the best."

Anan wanted to complain, but the aroma of the lotus leaf chicken was too tempting, leaving her no time to complain. She reached out and tore off a chicken leg to gnaw on.

Fang Zehou remained friendly, as if he didn't notice Jiang Wang's guard.

"You have such a good relationship as siblings," he praised.

"It's just tolerating each other," Jiang Wang replied casually.

Anan glared at him, but couldn't speak with her mouth full, so she could only bite the chicken wing with resentment.

Jiang Wang continued, "I wonder why you came to me this time?"

Suddenly, Fang Zehou sighed heavily and his face became serious. "Our Fang family owes you an apology for what happened to Pengju."

When it came to Fang Pengju, Jiang Wang had to be serious. Regardless of what happened, Fang Pengju was already dead, and the grievances were settled. He didn't want, nor did he have to, pursue Fang Pengju's spirit after his death.

"It's all in the past," Jiang Wang said.

"Although you say that, my Fang family cannot be without expression," Fang Zehou pushed a small box over to the table. "Here is a hundred taels of gold, as a token of apology."

"Fang Pengju was responsible for his own actions," Jiang Wang had no mood to play games. He didn't even look at the box of gold, "What do you want to ask me?"

Fang Zehou nodded, "Pengju was once a hope for our Fang family, with limitless potential. He was killed by you in a duel, and although it was his own fault, our Fang family has never caused you any trouble, right?"

"Right," Jiang Wang didn't deny the fact.

"Now, Uncle has a request for you."

Jiang Wang looked at him, indicating for him to continue.

Fang Zehou said, "After Pengju's death, the only young person in our Fang family who is worth cultivating is Heling. I can only take care of my grief and put all my concern for Pengju onto Heling. He is very hardworking in his cultivation, and his cultivation even surpasses yours. But..."

Jiang Wang raised his eyebrows, knowing that the plot was coming.

"In the battle with you before, he was defeated and lost his confidence. He locked himself in his room and drowned his sorrows with alcohol every day. If this continues, I'm afraid he will become a waste." At this point, even Fang Zehou, an old fox, had a slightly trembling voice.

After all, that was his only legitimate son.

"So?" Jiang Wang asked.

"This is difficult to say," Fang Zehou said, "But Uncle still hopes that you can apologize to Heling, saying that you used...unfair means in the duel, to help him regain his confidence."

Jiang Wang almost laughed, "How can I apologize for something I didn't do?""I admit it, I admit it!" Fang Zehou kept saying, "After it's done, in addition to this box of red gold, I also have a hundred taels of red gold to give! You're just pretending to lower your head once..."

Jiang Wang tapped on the box of gold with his finger and actually smiled, "The Fang family has also produced cultivators. I remember that Fang Laozi was an eighth-grade Circulating Realm cultivator? What meaning do these so-called gold and silver have for cultivators?"

He lightly pushed the small box back with his finger.

Fang Zehou immediately took out a small brocade box from his pocket, carefully opened it, and placed it in front of Jiang Wang.

The Dao Yuan fluctuated in the brocade box, almost instantly attracting Jiang Wang's attention.

"This is a Dao Yuan Stone. I think it's meaningful for cultivators." Fang Zehou was very sincere, "As long as you lower your head a little, it's yours."

Of course, this Dao Yuan Stone was meaningful! Compared to ordinary gold and silver jewelry, the Dao Yuan Stone was the hard currency of cultivators, which could not only assist in cultivation but also be used at any time to supplement consumption. Moreover, this Dao Yuan Stone in front of Jiang Wang had not been used, and its weight was sufficient, containing a full one hundred Dao Yuan.

For Jiang Wang, as long as he absorbed this Dao Yuan Stone, he would almost immediately reach the Foundation Establishment standard!

He finally understood why Fang Heling could Foundation Establishment so quickly, and even approached the completion of the small Circulating Realm.

But Jiang Wang just lightly closed the box, "Maybe as you said, my bowing is not worth a penny."

He pushed the brocade box back, "But Fang Heling is not worthy."

It was he who had been provoked, and it was he who was forced to fight. Where was the reason for him to apologize? If he lost and collapsed, whose fault was it? Did the weak have natural justice, and did you have reason just because you were weak?

The Dao Yuan Stone was important, but the reason was more important.

"Not for yourself, but for your sister." Fang Zehou said slowly, "Is she still studying in a private school?"

At this time, Jiang An'an was still eating heartily, not knowing what the adults were talking about.

Jiang Wang's eyes suddenly narrowed, and for the first time, he had such a clear and unreserved killing intent.

Fang Zehou barely looked at him and had an impulse to jump out of the window. He realized at this moment that the young man in front of him was completely different from his son, not a delicate seedling kept in a greenhouse, but a young beast that had already experienced wind and rain and struggled to survive!

"Hahaha." Jiang Wang suddenly laughed a few times, stood up and hugged Jiang An'an, "Let's go home, we won't eat anymore."

No matter what he thought in his heart, he would not show off his bravery and brutality in front of others, especially not in front of Jiang An'an.

"Wu...wu..." Jiang An'an swallowed the meat with difficulty, her body already in Jiang Wang's arms, but her eyes were still fixed on the dishes on the table.

"Count me...begging you!" Fang Zehou said from behind.

But Jiang Wang had already pushed the door out with his sister in his arms, without stopping.

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