PFC Chapter 306 The Opportunity Has Finally Arrived!
Chapter 306 The Opportunity Has Finally Arrived!
Silence lingered inside the cave.
Only the mountain wind howled through the air, making it very desolate.
"What's all the noise about?"
After a long while, an old and deep voice came from the deep cave, carrying an undeniable majesty.
"Click-clack—"
The locked stone door slowly opened, and stone dust fell in a flurry.
A gaunt figure walked out with his hands behind his back, his white hair disheveled, and displeasure between his brows.
He glanced at the two of them, his expression indifferent:
"I am here in quiet contemplation, and you are kneeling at the door shouting and yelling. What kind of behavior is this?"
Zhang Chengzong was startled and immediately bowed:
"My son knows he was wrong. It's just that Qinian..."
He paused, his voice tinged with suppressed grief and indignation:
"Last night in the Inner Affairs Hall, I was publicly humiliated and severely injured by that newly promoted Holy Son, Li Wudao, nearly losing my life!"
"grandfather--"
Zhang Qinian struggled to sit up, then banged his head on the ground, aggravating his injuries and causing him to wince in pain.
He gritted his teeth, his eyes filled with resentment, and recounted the events of the previous night with embellishments.
Every word was written in blood, every sentence filled with resentment.
Zhang Guyue stood quietly listening, his long, gray eyebrows twitching almost imperceptibly.
After he finished speaking, he did not speak immediately, but instead pressed his gaze heavily on the two of them, his silence unsettling.
"You think I don't know what you're thinking?"
"You must have provoked them first, which led to this trouble."
The sound wasn't loud, but it felt like a thousand pounds had crashed down.
Zhang Qinian trembled and stammered:
"Yes...it was he who first allowed his disciples to cause trouble in the Inner Palace...I was merely disciplining them according to the law..."
"Punish according to the law?"
Zhang Guyue sneered, "What kind of law are you following? The law of extortion and blackmail? The law of bullying the weak?"
Zhang Qinian turned pale and dared not reply.
"And you."
Zhang Guyue's gaze shifted to his eldest son, revealing a hint of weariness and disappointment.
Zhang Chengzong lowered his head, his back arching even lower.
"Over the years, I have tolerated his misdeeds in the Imperial Household Department, turning a blind eye to it because he is a descendant of the Zhang family."
He paused, then his voice suddenly turned cold and sharp:
"Now look what's happened, you've kicked a hornet's nest, and you've come to me for justice?"
Zhang Chengzong's forehead was covered in cold sweat: "Your son knows he was wrong..."
"Recognize your mistake? Too late."
Zhang Guyue turned away, his back to the two men, and said coldly:
"What is Li Wudao's current status? The first Holy Son in the history of the sect. His status is equivalent to the sect leader, and he wields immense power within the sect."
"How can I possibly stand up for you? Should I storm Misty Peak? Or should I go and complain to the sect leader?"
He turned his head slightly, leaving only a cold and aloof figure.
"Do I even have any face left?"
Zhang Qinian and his son knelt on the spot, their faces filled with resentment.
"Father, are we just going to let this go?"
Zhang Chengzong gripped the fabric in front of his knees tightly.
"Yes, grandfather..."
Zhang Qinian raised his head, his swollen eyes bloodshot:
“Li Wudao not only injured his grandson, but also humiliated you, Grandfather. How can our Zhang family hold our heads high in the sect after this?”
A silence fell over the room.
A mountain breeze swept in, ruffling Zhang Guyue's long, gray hair.
He remained silent for a long time, his back to the two of them, like a stone statue weathered for many years.
a long time.
A very soft, yet deep sigh was heard.
"Get up, everyone."
His voice sounded a little tired.
He turned around, the sharpness between his brows disappearing, replaced by a desolate calm.
"It would be unwise to attack Li Wudao."
"He is currently enjoying great popularity, and the sect leader and many elders favor him. To harm him would be to make an enemy of the entire sect."
Zhang Chengzong did not get up, but remained kneeling on the spot, his knuckles clenched so tightly they turned white.
"Father, Qinian has been beaten so badly, the entire sect is laughing at our Zhang family."
His voice was hoarse, as if he were carrying a heavy burden.
"If we let this go, people will just say that the Zhang family is nothing special."
He slowly raised his head, his eyes already red-rimmed.
"From now on, who will respect us, father and son?"
Zhang Qinian also struggled to raise his head, which aggravated his injury, causing him to grimace in pain. However, he still stared intently at the old man, his eyes filled with resentment and humiliation.
"Grandfather... your grandson is not reconciled..."
The voice was choked with sobs.
Zhang Guyue's body stiffened slightly.
He paced back and forth, his eyes half-closed, his thumb unconsciously rubbing the jade thumb ring, round and round.
moment.
He stopped, his voice so low it was almost a whisper.
"That Li Wudao is untouchable."
The conversation turned.
"But the people around him... might not be untouchable."
Zhang Chengzong's eyes suddenly lit up, and he looked up abruptly, "Father, do you mean to start with someone close to me, to take indirect revenge, and thus get back at them?"
Zhang Guyue did not answer, but nodded slightly, a calculating look flashing across his face.
He took out a warm, smooth jade slip from his sleeve and handed it over.
"The Xuan Tian Tea Ceremony will begin tomorrow at Chen Shi (7-9 AM), and I will attend."
Zhang Chengzong accepted the document with both hands and listened respectfully.
"Send someone to invite Li Wudao's close associates to the appointment tomorrow."
He paused, his voice becoming even deeper.
"But the notification time should be changed to 9:00 AM."
"clear?"
Zhang Chengzong was taken aback at first, then his eyes lit up with realization and ecstasy.
"In this way, since the other party will be an hour late... Father, you can take the opportunity to make trouble for them, publicly question them, and embarrass them?"
Zhang Guyue did not deny it, but slowly stroked his short, gray beard, his gaze deep and unfathomable.
"At that time, I will make him kneel down and apologize. Under the watchful eyes of everyone, he will surely lose face."
A faint smile played at the corners of his lips, cool and restrained.
"Anyone with eyes can see this is revenge. But who made the mistake first?"
"Moreover, as an elder, I can only punish him a little. Even if others see something, they won't be able to point out anything wrong with it."
He lowered his eyes, looking at his grandson kneeling on the ground, his voice as faint as melting snow.
"Even if Li Wudao finds out something afterward, given my status, there's nothing he can do."
At this point, the curve of his lips seemed to deepen for a moment.
"In other words, he has to swallow this anger, whether he likes it or not."
Zhang Chengzong listened with increasing excitement, and couldn't help but clap his hands in admiration:
"Father is brilliant! This plan is excellent!"
He quickly turned to the side and urged Zhang Qinian, who was standing there in a daze, "What are you standing there for? Hurry up and thank your grandfather!"
Zhang Qinian seemed to awaken from a dream and kowtowed repeatedly.
Every movement of his muscles and bones caused him to grimace in pain, yet his face was filled with a twisted smile, his eyes a mixture of hatred and pleasure.
"Grandson thanks grandfather!"
He was filled with resentment, but he already had someone in mind.
Damn it, I can't touch you, but I can at least torment the people around you.
Zhang Guyue waved his hand, his voice returning to its usual indifferent coldness.
"Do this discreetly, so as not to leave any evidence against us."
He paused, then instructed, "Make sure to clean it up thoroughly afterwards."
Zhang Chengzong nodded solemnly: "Father, rest assured, I will handle this matter personally."
He helped up Zhang Qinian, who was still trembling, and the father and son respectfully took their leave.
hole.
Zhang Guyue stood alone in the cold wind, his long gray hair being tossed up and down by the wind.
He watched the two figures gradually disappear into the distance, his expression complex.
The sharpness in his eyes had long since vanished, leaving only a lingering weariness and bewilderment.
"I don't know if what I did was right or wrong..."
From an official standpoint, Li Wudao, as the Holy Son, carries the sect's destiny for ten thousand years, and he cannot harbor any thoughts of suppressing him.
Even if it's targeting those close to him.
For private purposes...
He lowered his eyes, looking at his withered hands.
These hands have shielded the sect from calamities, and have shed blood and been wounded for the sect.
Now that his descendants are being humiliated, it would be unbearable for him to stand idly by and do nothing.
He sighed softly and went into the cave.
The stone gate slowly closed, and all fell silent.
.......
The Young Master's Residence.
A quiet, secluded room.
Wu Shaotian finished his cultivation and slowly opened his eyes.
It was daytime, and the sunlight outside the window was bright, but the gloom on his face was deeper and colder than in the dead of night.
Murong Yan personally ordered that they be confined to their quarters for three months and not allowed to leave without permission.
But the demons only gave them a month.
If the exact whereabouts of the Heavenly Demon Heart cannot be determined within a month, then a replacement will be assigned.
At that time, he will face the most severe punishment from the demon race.
The consequence will be worse than death!
Wu Shaotian clenched his fists tightly, his nails digging deep into his palms.
Blood seeped from between his fingers, one drop, two drops, falling silently to the ground.
But he couldn't feel any pain.
He simply stared into the void, his eyes dim, as if all life had been drained from him.
Like a walking corpse that can still breathe.
"Young Master! Good news!"
Mr. Jin pushed open the door and entered, his voice filled with barely suppressed excitement.
Wu Shaotian's eyelashes twitched slightly, his head drooping, his expression blank.
Seeing this, Elder Jin took a deep breath and said loudly:
"The elder of the main peak just sent a message that the seal on the spiritual veins suppressed by the Illusion Demon Tower has recently loosened. The sect leader needs to preside over the investiture ceremony and is unable to attend to other matters, therefore..."
"The sect leader wishes to entrust this important task to the young master!"
Wu Shaotian suddenly stood up, his pupils shrinking sharply: "Really?"
His voice was hoarse, and there was even a slight tremor that he himself was unaware of.
"Absolutely true!"
"That elder is right outside the door. Young Master, you can ask him for details..."
"Quickly, invite him in."
Wu Shaotian's breathing quickened, and light returned to his eyes.
Twenty-seven years of waiting.
His chance has finally arrived!