Chapter 93: The Great Matter of Dali Concluded! The Next Target!

The four household retainers of the Prince had already sensed trouble and quietly slipped away.

Qin Hongmian, watching their family quarrel, felt secretly irritated and let out a cold snort.

She had no wish to deal with it, and instead followed Fang Han and the others, preparing to have a proper talk with her prospective son-in-law.

Fang Han gave a distant bow to the harried Duan Zhengchun, ignoring his pleading look for rescue, and walked away.

What a joke. Your family drama—I won’t meddle.

Uh…

Glancing at Mu Wanqing and her mother to his right, he thought: Seems I’ve already meddled.

But clearly Qin Hongmian had not told Mu Wanqing her true parentage.

Since that was so, he would keep silent.

The four of them returned to their villa.

Qin Hongmian first apologized to Cheng Lingsu. Since things were settled, she couldn’t afford to make an enemy of Cheng Lingsu for fear she’d treat Wanqing poorly.

Cheng Lingsu replied with a gentle smile.

After conversing, Qin Hongmian came to admire this dignified and elegant young woman deeply.

See! See! This is what it means to have the bearing of the first wife! Dao Baifeng—what is she, compared to this!?

During the exchange, she naturally asked Fang Han many things, all of which he answered.

Through personal interaction, Qin Hongmian found that this couple was truly easy to get along with. Secretly, she felt relieved.

Seeing Mu Wanqing sitting meekly by Fang Han’s side, she sighed inwardly.

I’ve been there myself. How could I not know this girl is completely smitten, her whole heart tied to this man? These past days she’s been absent-minded every day…

Forget it! Forget it! Forget it! Since they can live in harmony, that’s enough. It mustn’t end up like me…

After giving many admonitions, Qin Hongmian bid farewell.

She said she was returning to her secluded valley, and that if Wanqing remembered her master, she should occasionally visit.

Mu Wanqing, reluctant, parted with tears in her eyes.

Fang Han sighed softly at this.

It seemed that his involvement had completely disrupted the original course of events.

Many things no longer matched.

For instance, Qin Hongmian. Originally, her resentment would have been resolved by Duan Zhengchun.

But unfortunately, the timing of their meeting had been wrong.

Dao Baifeng had been present, and they collided head-on.

Though Duan Zhengchun held his wife in both respect and affection, he dared not act in front of her. Despite his martial prowess, he had no chance to use it.

Thus it all devolved into the current situation.

Of course, sigh as he might.

The affairs of Dali were now concluded. Having gathered the complete “Duan Yu” template—an upgraded version, no less—Fang Han no longer intended to linger.

He had many more matters to attend to.

The day after Qin Hongmian departed, he informed Duan Zhengchun of his farewell.

Upon hearing Fang Han was leaving, Emperor Duan Zhengming himself came to see him off. After the earlier events at Tianlong Temple, Fang Han was held in even greater esteem throughout Dali.

One point bears mention: neither Duan Zhengming nor Duan Zhengchun knew Fang Han had mastered the “Six Meridian Divine Sword.”

In fact, they weren’t even sure if the “Six Meridian Divine Sword” was real.

This supreme martial art of the Dali Tianlong Temple had always been said to exist, but none of the Duan clan’s secular descendants could know its truth. Only those who shaved their heads and entered the monastery could confirm it.

In the original course, when Duan Zhengming first learned that the monks of Tianlong Temple practiced the “Six Meridian Divine Sword,” he had been astonished. He hadn’t thought the legend was real.

Later, to deal with Jiumozhi, Master Kurong had allowed him to learn one finger of the sword qi—but only after he shaved his head and became a monk. Even the emperor had to do so to qualify.

But now, because of Fang Han’s involvement, the affairs of Dali had diverged greatly. Duan Zhengming had not become a monk, so he had no right to learn the secret.

Instead, Fang Han, an outsider, had acquired the complete “Six Meridian Divine Sword.” Truly, fate worked in mysterious ways.

As a result, the crown prince of Zhennan, Duan Yu—his original fateful opportunities were all gone.

In fact, once Fang Han had first obtained “Northern Darkness Divine Skill” and “Lingbo Micro-Step,” Duan Yu’s chain of fortunes was entirely broken.

Without “Northern Darkness,” he could never have gathered the immense inner force later. Without that force, even if he had glimpsed the manual of the “Six Meridian Divine Sword” at Tianlong Temple, it would have been useless—he couldn’t have practiced it.

And without “Lingbo Micro-Step,” if he had roamed as in the original story, he probably would have died quickly.

One might even say that back in Vulture Valley, had Fang Han not rescued him, his soul would already be incense smoke.

But to Duan Yu, whether he had martial arts or not seemed unimportant.

Fang Han, though, after reflecting, quickly turned his attention to another cheat of destiny.

One of the Three Cheats of Tianlong: Xu Zhu!

Among the three sworn brothers, each was more outrageous than the last—one began fully maxed out, one cheated through sheer luck, and one literally stole accounts mid-game!

The maxed-out one could be set aside. He was already at peak power when he appeared. His “template” had been shaped long before, not through sudden fortune but through years of hard cultivation.

But Xu Zhu was different. At Leigu Mountain he directly inherited over seventy years of Wu Yazi’s inner force, becoming the head of the Xiaoyao Sect. Later, he received Tian Shan Tonglao’s secret arts.

In the end, both Tonglao and Li Qiushui gave him ninety percent of their inner force. The maxed-out accounts of the Three Elders of Xiaoyao—all fell to him!

Who wouldn’t envy that!?

During his first life simulation, Fang Han had also thought about copying Xu Zhu’s path—stealing accounts to the peak of life!

But in the end, it didn’t work.

For one, the Zhenlong Chess Match at Leigu Mountain wasn’t open to just anyone. They invited only famous young talents of the martial world—people like Murong Fu, Qiao Feng, and other renowned figures.

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