CHAPTER 158: CHAPTER 96: LIKE FATHER, LIKE SON!

He felt extremely trepidatious.

If the Zhao family discovered the secret mission that the cultivation realm had been plotting for hundreds of years.

Then a catastrophe would be imminent!

Prince Zhi saw the old monk sneakily peeking at him several times and instantly lost patience, saying, "You monk, why do you keep sneaking glances at me?"

The old monk was caught in the act, and his expression immediately turned awkward.

Prince Zhi ignored him and instead took out a pouch from his bosom, handing it to the protagonist with a smile.

The protagonist looked at the pouch, puzzled, and asked, "What is this?"

Prince Zhi explained, "My time outside this time is limited. After meeting you, I must immediately head to the Four Seas Commerce Association, and once I’m back, I won’t have time. I have something here that needs to be delivered to the Crown Prince, and I would like to ask you to take it for me."

The protagonist felt a bit troubled.

He was not very good at refusing others.

This was something Su Qianqian had pointed out to him multiple times to disgust him.

Let alone the fact that the person in front of him was his father.

Both emotionally and rationally, he should help.

"But I’ve already planned to retire to a secluded life," the protagonist didn’t accept the pouch.

Prince Zhi didn’t mind.

"Even if you retire, you have to eat; you can’t live in the mountains and forests just eating the wind and drinking dew, right?"

"Without money, where would you live, where would the seeds and tools for farming come from? You can’t go stealing or robbing, can you?"

"Zhao Yi may not have much, but he does have money."

"Helping him deliver things and receiving compensation from him is perfectly reasonable!"

"With money in your hand, whether you retreat into the mountains and forests or take a ship out to sea, you can choose any way you want to retire!"

Hearing this, the protagonist slowly nodded.

During his escape, he had already learned the importance of silver coins.

With Prince Zhi’s explanation, the protagonist realized he had thought too simply about things before.

A life without money would indeed be difficult.

Thinking of this, the protagonist reached out and accepted Prince Zhi’s pouch, asking, "All I need to do is deliver this to the Crown Prince?"

Prince Zhi nodded, "Zhao Yi should be heading to the Cultivation Conference. The Cultivation Conference is held by the Yao family, you can find him there."

The protagonist agreed, carefully storing the pouch close to him.

Prince Zhi saw this and smiled, saying, "Once you’ve given it to Zhao Yi, find a place to hide and wait for us to finish that big task. After that, you’ll be safe."

The protagonist hesitated upon hearing this and asked, "Is there danger?"

Prince Zhi waved with a smile, "Originally, there was no chance of success, but recently, we have a thirty percent grasp and a significant advantage!"

After speaking, a circle of Red Gold Halo appeared before him.

Prince Zhi turned and nodded to the protagonist before stepping into the halo.

As the halo was about to dissipate, the protagonist couldn’t hold back and whispered:

"Be careful!"

The next second, the Red Gold Halo disappeared.

The binding on the old monk from the Dragon Domain vanished, and he regained his freedom.

The protagonist looked back at the old monk and said, "Master, let me take you up the mountain first."

The old monk thought of Prince Zhi’s prior reactions and suddenly felt chaotic inside.

He didn’t know how much Prince Zhi knew.

Nor did he know what was in the pouch given to the protagonist.

The cultivation realm’s catastrophe loomed ahead.

The old monk was filled with anxiety, unable to sit still.

"Master, what’s wrong?" the protagonist asked, confused.

The old monk glanced at the pouch attached to the protagonist’s chest and resolutely said.

"I will go with you to the Cultivation Conference!"

The protagonist looked at him and suddenly took out the pouch, offering it to the old monk.

"Master, do you want to see what’s inside?"

The old monk’s face changed slightly.

He looked at the protagonist, then at the pouch.

It wasn’t right to accept or to refuse.

That nauseating feeling was exactly the same as when he faced Prince Zhi just now.

ps: I’ll update with nine thousand characters today; it’s too hard. I need a break.