Chapter 4.4 The Six-Tails Sect
“This is a hospital. Is my wife a doctor?”
“Your wife is about to give birth.”
The strange dialogue from his dream echoed in Xia Feng’s ears, leaving him utterly bewildered.
“Sir, sir!”
“Hmm?” Xia Feng’s eyes snapped open, and he sat up straight, snapping out of his doze.
“Sir, we’ve arrived at Six-Tails Manor.”
“Oh, okay. Thank you.”
As Xia Feng got out of the car, rubbing his temples, he saw three people standing at the manor’s entrance.
One was a middle-aged man in a sharp suit, with a meticulously styled pompadour, leaning on a dragon-headed cane, his face stern as he stared at Xia Feng. This was his adoptive father, Uncle Wei. Of course, as an adoptive father, they weren’t very close, considering this man with the slicked-back hair had a total of eighteen adopted sons.
Beside Uncle Wei stood another middle-aged man with a scar over his right eye, dressed in a loose, deep black martial arts uniform. This man was Zhao Jie, the current acting sect leader of the Six-Tails Sect.
Behind Zhao Jie, standing straight with his hands clasped behind his back, was Zhao Jie’s disciple – Qi Xiao.
What were they doing here? Xia Feng looked at the acting sect leader with some doubt.
Zhao Jie’s only visible left eye was ashen white. As his gaze swept over Xia Feng, it carried an imposing aura without anger. His expression was indifferent. “Xia Feng, where did you go just now?”
Although confused, Xia Feng still cupped his hands respectfully. “I went to the Earl’s Mansion to see Miss Mu Qingtong. Uncle Zhao, why do you ask?”
“Did you break off the engagement?” Zhao Jie’s greyish-white pupils narrowed slightly, and he stared intensely at Xia Feng.
Xia Feng’s gaze flickered with suspicion. He inadvertently glanced at Uncle Wei, who was leaning on his cane with his eyes closed, and then at Qi Xiao, who stood behind Zhao Jie with a faint smile.
Seemingly understanding something, Xia Feng smiled. “I just went to the Earl’s Mansion to have a few words with Miss Mu. Why would that be considered me breaking off the engagement? Uncle Zhao, where did you hear such baseless rumors?”
Hearing this, Zhao Jie’s greyish-white pupils narrowed, and he cast a cold glance at his disciple, Qi Xiao.
Qi Xiao also looked startled. He said in a deep voice, “My subordinate clearly saw you running red lights all the way to the Earl’s Mansion. You didn’t even want to stop when you got into a car accident and ended up in the hospital! You stormed into the mansion with such fury, and now you tell us you were just having a chat with Miss Mu?”
“Yes, could it be—” Xia Feng said with a sincere expression, “—that I couldn’t?”
“You—”
“If Senior Brother Thirteen doesn’t believe me, you can call the Mu Clan’s manor directly and ask,” Xia Feng smiled. “Just ask if Miss Mu and I had a pleasant conversation tonight, and if I mentioned breaking off the engagement at all.”
At this point, Xia Feng also had a realization. He wondered why Cha Nai Xue had suddenly helped him introduce his fiancée. It turned out she had teamed up with Qi Xiao, likely because Qi Xiao had promised her some benefits. As for Qi Xiao’s motive for doing this, it was probably for the Six-Tails Sect’s extremely rare inherited spirit robe – the Six-Tails.
Seeing Xia Feng’s earnest demeanor, which didn’t seem like a lie, Qi Xiao’s expression turned unpleasant. *Damn it, I was too hasty.* But if this brat surnamed Xia wasn’t going to the manor to cause trouble by breaking off the engagement, then why the rush? He even went to the hospital and insisted on seeing Mu Qingtong. Could it be that they were just chatting?
However, it didn’t matter. It wouldn’t affect the overall situation anyway! Qi Xiao narrowed his brown eyes slightly, a gentle smile forming at the corner of his lips. “So, Junior Brother, you agree to marry into the Mu Clan?”
“Of course. Miss Mu is beautiful and gentle. Why would I refuse?” Xia Feng said with a smile.
“Speaking of which, I must thank Senior Brother for your behind-the-scenes efforts,” he said, shaking Qi Xiao’s hand with genuine force and gratitude. “Thank you!” These were his true feelings.
Qi Xiao’s eye twitched. He had indeed seen a photo of Mu Qingtong. She was unreasonably beautiful. *Damn it, this kid got lucky!* But it wasn’t a big deal. After all, a noble lady like Mu Qingtong, who was pursued by so many, was not someone Xia Feng could handle!
He comforted himself with this thought, his expression returning to its calm state. He turned to Zhao Jie and cupped his fists. “Master, since Xia Feng will no longer be competing for the Six-Tails Spirit Robe, I request to end the spirit robe competition early!”
In fact, Xia Feng himself had no interest in the Six-Tails Spirit Robe, nor did he intend to compete with Qi Xiao. After all, with his talent, learning the Six-Tails would likely take ages.
!
But now…
He might not have the talent, but the World-Ending Witch did!
“Good,” Zhao Jie nodded lightly, then looked at the middle-aged man in the suit. “Old Wei, do you have any objections?”
Uncle Wei’s expression was unreadable. He tapped his cane. “Since Xia Feng is no longer eligible to compete, I naturally have no objections. Announce the result.”
“Excuse me,” Xia Feng said, blinking. “Old Wei, I do.”
Uncle Wei frowned and glanced at him, but didn’t respond. He turned and flicked his sleeve, “Let’s all disperse.”
“Old Wei, don’t be in a hurry,” Zhao Jie followed him slowly, smiling. “The bet was 200,000. You’ve lost this one, remember to transfer the money after we get back.”
Seeing this, Qi Xiao’s lips curved into a slight smile. He glanced at Xia Feng before quickly following Zhao Jie.
The three of them gradually walked away.
“Heh, look at my temper!” Xia Feng knew that facts spoke louder than words, and there was no need to explain too much. The Six-Tails Sect advocated for the rule of the strong. Of course, put another way, it was the rule of profit. As long as visible benefits were in place, some people would naturally change their attitude towards you.
He clapped his hands together forcefully. A moon-white spirit flow rippled out from his palms, buzzing—
Under the ancient moonlit tree, the youth’s black hair whipped wildly behind him. The three people who were about to step into the manor suddenly stopped and turned back in unison, filled with confusion.
