Volume 1: The Ghost Hand's Medical Skills are Hidden, Chapter 41: Emperor's Sudden Move!

  "No, no, the old man in my family is very strong and won't die yet." He spoke without thinking, and as soon as he did, everyone in the room burst out laughing. He knew he had misspoken and quickly covered his mouth.

  "You, you, you little scoundrel, get down here quickly!" The Right Minister, who was chasing after him, was panting heavily with rage. The crowd's laughter made his old face flush bright red again. Afraid of offending the host, Murong Tianyu, he didn't dare to go up on stage and drag him down.

  Sitting in the main seat, Tang Xin's eyes were filled with a smile. This guy had always been like this, if he could be serious for once, that would be abnormal! At this moment, she chuckled and asked: "Oh? Who did you come for?" She took the tea from Xia Xue and blew on it before taking a sip.

  "I came for Tang Xin, she's been ill for many days and hasn't recovered. I went to her house to ask about her, but Tang Zihao that dead fatty wouldn't let me see her. I inquired for a long time before finding out that she was kidnapped a few days ago and then bitten by a poisonous snake. I suspect she might be dying, which is why that dead fatty won't let me see her. Tian Yi, give me a pellet of medicine to save her! You don't know how beautiful Tang Xin has become, I was thinking of going to her house in a few days to propose to her. If she dies, what am I supposed to do?"

  "Hmph! Cough...cough..."

  Before he could swallow a mouthful of tea, Tang Xin spat it out due to his words. Xia Yu stared at him with one eye and handed a handkerchief to Tang Xin, while Xia Xue smiled at the corner of her lips, admiring his courage.

  Several people sitting next to him shook their heads and sighed, while others sneered. Mu Tianyu's eyes dimmed slightly as he glanced at him, this inexplicable glance made the Right Minister break out in a cold sweat.

  While Emperor Mo Yan and Su Zhen Nan, as well as Su Ruo Shui, glanced at Duan Wuji with a hint of surprise in his warm eyes, Su Zhen Nan sneered, Su Ruo Shui looked down on him, only Liu Shaobai fanned himself and smiled: "Duan Wuji said that he likes Tang Xian's daughter in front of so many people, although his brain is not very good, but this courage is commendable."

  "You, you rebellious son! Get down here at once!" The Right Minister was so angry that his whole body was shaking. He had always disliked Tang Zhengyu, and now his son was saying he wanted to marry Tang Zhengyu's daughter, who was not only weak in martial arts but also useless for cultivation, just a pretty face. Wasn't this intentionally trying to infuriate him?

  Who would have thought that Duan Wuzhi didn't even bother to respond to his father, but instead stared straight at Gui Shou Tianyi, who was wiping the water stains from his lips with a handkerchief: "Tianyi, just give me one life-saving pill! As long as it can make my future wife better, we will definitely remember your great kindness."

  Future Daughter-in-law?

  Tang Xin's mouth twitched, and she was speechless with rage. What on earth was this stupid fool doing? He had even called his future wife over? However, before she could say anything, a voice came from below.

  "What kind of person are you? Do you think the divine medicine of Tianyi is that easy to obtain? Just for the sake of that useless good-for-nothing from the Xiangfu manor, you're seeking medicine? Get out! Leave quickly and don't disrupt today's martial arts gathering! Someone like that who can't even cultivate, having a beautiful face is useless. Only someone like you would think so!"

  The sarcastic voice mixed with the power of Wu resounded in this arena, clearly entering the ears of many people, and also made many present furious. Because today's audience is not ordinary civilians, they are also non-cultivators, if what that person said is true, then shouldn't they all be dead?

  Being unable to cultivate was already a pain in their hearts; being ruthlessly trampled on by others made them even more furious and heartbroken.

  "You! How dare you say that to Tang Xin! I'm going to fight you!" Impulsive Duan Wuji didn't say another word and rushed forward, but before he could even get close to the person, he was kicked away by the other party.

  A man of about thirty years old walked out, flicked his sleeves, and looked at Duan Wujie with disdain, who was kicked to the ground by him. He snorted: "Useless trash! You are the son of the Right Prime Minister, but in our eyes, you are just a useless person who can't even get on stage! Don't you see what kind of thing you are? How dare you be disrespectful to me! You're really asking for death!"

  "Cough...cough...cough..."

  Duan Wuji lay on the ground, clutching his abdomen in agony from the dark and powerful kick. He didn't even have the strength to get up, and he glared at the detestable man with hatred, wishing he could go forward and tear him apart.

  Seeing his own son being kicked in front of so many people, the Right Prime Minister's face turned extremely ugly. He took a step forward with a gloomy expression, suppressing his anger, and his voice came out: "You've already insulted me with your words, but you've also hurt my son. Are you really treating our imperial court as if no one is worthy of respect?"

  That man glanced at him and snorted: "Am I wrong? Right Minister, raising such a son is embarrassing. It's better to get rid of him early on than to keep this idiot who will eventually make you regret it!"

  "How dare you!"

  The right assistant's angry roar suddenly released the pressure of a seventh-level martial artist, like a ferocious beast pouncing on the man in front, with a tightly clenched fist containing a hundred kilograms of force accompanied by a sharp gust of wind swinging towards his face. But unexpectedly, this powerful blow was easily broken through by the opponent.

  All he saw was the man's cold smile, a flash of icy glare in his eyes, and with one step forward, his large hand easily deflected the attack. At the same time, his sinister technique countered and grasped both hands, kicking him in the chest, making him kneel on the ground. With an arrogant lift of his chin, he glared at the man whose right hand was being held: "You're overestimating yourself!"

  "You, you!" In front of so many people, he was defeated by a young man, and the right prime minister's face turned blue and white, with an old face flushed red.

  "What's wrong with me? I'm just a useless waste that can't cultivate, having good looks is pointless! You two are really getting into it, aren't you? It seems like tomorrow I'll have to go take a look, whether that Tang Xin is truly stunning enough to overthrow cities and states!"

  Below the stage, Liu Shaobai waved his fan and glanced at the man on the stage, saying: "This person is known as Qian Shou Tiequan in Guanzhong, already a top-notch master of martial arts. He's always been ruthless and arrogant, I didn't expect him to be so bold even in the imperial city. Tang Zihao that fatty isn't here, otherwise, given how much he dotes on his sister, he'd probably have to fight him."

  Just as he was saying this, Emperor Mo Ye had already slowly stepped forward from beside him, causing him to pause in surprise and hastily call out: "Mo Ye, what are you doing?"

  Di Shang stopped in his tracks, the warm black pupils shining with a faint dark light. Without turning back, he said: "I'll go meet this Thousand Hand Iron Fist."