Sheng Fu

Chapter 1098 The Pressure Has Arrived
Outside the door, the housekeeper, who was listening to the conversation between the two, was drenched in cold sweat. She had never been so terrified in her life. Most people's lives were just a matter of a single thought from that young master.

But then he thought about how he was an official, and how he knew too much about Wang He. Was he going to die too...?

My heart is filled with countless fears, and I don't know where to begin to express them.

Oh well, let's just leave it to fate.

Inside the room, Ling Yuqing presented Yuwen Jun with a cup of tea in both hands, saying softly, "It's spring water from Yuxi Town that I brought from Longquan."

Yuwen Jun nodded slightly, took the teacup, took a sip, and said thoughtfully, "I may live in this manor for a long time and try my best to make it resemble Yuxi Town."

Ling Yuqing gave a soft "hmm".

At that moment, Qin Yun strode in from outside, bowed to Yuwen Jun with his hands clasped, and said, "Sect Master, Ji Tong has come to request an audience. Should we see him or not?"

Yuwen Jun put down his teacup, smiled indifferently, and said, "I won't see you. Just send me away casually."

"Incidentally, plant the Hengchang Sect's flag around the Shanshui Manor."

Qin Yun replied firmly, "Yes, sir."

Outside the Mountain and Water Manor.

Ji Tong and Hu Yuan and the others stood at the bottom of the steps, waiting silently. The guards at the door had been changed, and each of them had their faces covered with armor. The weakest of them was at the Breakthrough Realm.

The fact that such a small mountain and water manor is guarded is enough to prove that the people inside are no ordinary people.

Ji Tong was also suspicious; judging from the signs, this person was definitely not Fu Cheng.

Suddenly, Ji Tong saw that the banners of Hengchang Sect were raised all around the Shanshui Manor.

At that moment, Ji Tong understood everything.

At that moment, the gate opened again, and Qin Yun walked out, standing on the steps with his hands behind his back, and said, "My sect leader does not receive guests. Please leave."

Hu Yuan, standing behind Ji Tong, immediately revealed a ruthless look.

Hu Yuan was a Wuji expert, and this was the first time he had been turned away like this. Moreover, he did not sense any other Wuji experts in the Shanshui Manor, so he was overconfident at this moment.

Ji Tong didn't take Qin Yun's arrogant demeanor to heart. Instead, she politely bowed and said, "Excuse me."

He turned and left with Hu Yuan and his group.

"Why is the young master so submissive?" Hu Yuan asked, puzzled.

Ji Tong did not respond until Hu Yuan saw that Ji Tong's forehead was covered in cold sweat, his breath was weak, and his steps were unsteady, then he realized that something serious had happened.

Ji Tong said with unease, "Grandfather may have met with some misfortune."

"The person Yuwen Jun wants to see is not me, but the seniors of the Purple Gold Alliance."

Hu Yuan suddenly realized what was happening, his mood plummeted, and his limbs felt weak and sore.

Ji Tong forced himself to calm down and said, "Let's go home first."

The group silently returned to Ziqi Mountain, their backs to the ground looking dejected and their hearts filled with desolation. The behemoth in the north was already unstable and its collapse might happen within the next few days.

In just half a day, the entire Fuyang County knew that a great figure had arrived at the Shanshui Manor, and the news was naturally spread by Lü Zhong.

Yuwen Jun wanted to see how the local powerful families would react after he arrived.

He waited there, waiting for the person he wanted to see to come to him.

The waiting process wasn't long; in fact, Yuwen Jun found it quite amusing, because he knew that Ji Zhongtian, Yang He, Shen Jun, and the others were only becoming more and more tormented.

Night fell. On the streets of Fuyang County, a middle-aged man dressed in plain clothes strolled along the sidewalk. The man was handsome, but his clothes looked rather worn and did not match his temperament.

The man was tall and slender with dark, unfathomable eyes. He stopped at a fried noodle stall.

"One bowl of fried noodles, no scallions," the middle-aged man said.

The stall owner was a young man in his early twenties. He was already married and dressed in coarse linen clothes, which did not look very presentable. However, for a married man, whether he was presentable or not was no longer important. What mattered was whether he could support his family.

"Okay!" the young man replied enthusiastically.

The middle-aged man sat on a small stool, waiting patiently, his brow furrowed with worry.

The recent winds have blown beyond his expectations. Fu Cheng is quite talented and his prestige in the northern region is growing day by day. When he raises his arm to call for action, countless people respond.

Even many merchants were subtly drawn to the Northern King's residence.

Government affairs can be handled quickly, but economic matters require slow and careful consideration.

However, as merchants with resources gradually approached Fucheng, and after a period of rectification in Fucheng, the economic order in some areas has been restored to its former state.

The lower-level officials were also gradually replaced under Fu Cheng's influence.

The Northern King's Decree was nothing more than a piece of waste paper.

The Northern King's Decree now wields real power.

This power has not yet been acknowledged by the powerful clans, but it has been accepted by the common people.

Therefore, those who stand against the new policy feel increasingly passive. In addition, the Five Masters of Nanshan also gave the Ji family of the South a warning. The collaboration of the Seven-Character Quatrains and the Five Masters is unprecedented in ancient times.

This trend is about to reach its peak. What kind of scene will emerge after it reaches its peak?
While I was pondering, the young man arrived carrying a steaming bowl of fried noodles.

"Please enjoy your meal, sir," the young man said warmly.

The middle-aged man nodded slightly, picked up his chopsticks and started eating. Although there were several good restaurants in Fuyang County, this middle-aged man, who had many worries, always preferred to eat at roadside stalls.

Because he was poor when he was young, he often ate at roadside stalls.

After accumulating some savings, I ate at many good restaurants and my taste became quite discerning for a time. Then, I accidentally ate at a roadside stall, and it tasted just like before. The aroma and the feeling went straight to my heart.

The fried noodles smelled delicious, and the middle-aged man found them quite appetizing.

He usually eats very politely, but tonight he wolfed down his food, finishing the bowl of fried noodles in no time.

"It tastes good, this is a reward for you." The middle-aged man said calmly, though his sorrow was hidden beneath the surface.

He took out a gold ingot the size of a fist and placed it on the table.

Upon seeing this, the young man was immediately filled with trepidation. He had thought this person was just an ordinary commoner, but he hadn't expected him to be so wealthy. He quickly stepped forward and said respectfully, "Our business is small and we operate with integrity. We hope you won't accept such a favor. If you find the food delicious, please come back often. This reward is too great for me to accept."

Seeing the young man's frightened expression, the middle-aged man patted him on the shoulder and said, "Don't worry about it. I'm not a big shot. If I have the chance in the future, I will come often. If not, this will probably be the last time."

The young man was about to explain when he realized that the distinguished guest in front of him had vanished in an instant.

"Did I just encounter a deity?" the young man exclaimed, scratching his head in disbelief.

Fuyang County, in the suburbs.

Walk three miles further along a quiet path, and you will reach the main gate of Shanshui Manor.

Every step a man in plain clothes takes is agonizing.