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Chapter 166 No, I'm not after any credit.

Upon thinking of this, the elegantly dressed young man felt his mind explode.

Wang Pingzhang, who is still kneeling on the ground, still doesn't understand what's going on.

He was completely bewildered as he watched his nephew and the immortal master exchanging cryptic remarks.

What does this mean?
Could it be that the immortal sir has met with his nephew?
Why did my nephew say no?

At this moment, Wang Pingzhang realized for the first time that he had indeed skipped too many classes in his youth, which led to him suffering the consequences of not studying enough.

Otherwise, if one had read many books, one would not be able to understand only the words but not the meaning.

Du Yuan also looked down at Wang Pingzhang and said:
"General, you have come from afar and must be very tired. But I cannot do without this stove. There is nothing here to entertain you, so please forgive me."

Du Yuan pointed back at the alchemy furnace that was spewing flames into the sky.

Feeling the boundless power and the overwhelming flames, Wang Pingzhang hurriedly replied:

"Immortal Master, there's no need for such formalities. I've only come to pay my respects. How could I possibly trouble you? I simply wish to ask you, Immortal Master, how much longer will this elixir take to prepare? This would allow me to have a clear understanding of the situation and make detailed arrangements."

He claimed to be acting on the orders of the imperial court to protect the alchemy, but in reality, he was acting on his own initiative. He was gambling that success would allow him to act first and report later, thus securing his future.

So he also needs to find out the situation in order to decide how to proceed.

Du Yuan shook her head and said:

"Whether it lasts or not is not up to me, but up to Heaven."

Wang Pingzhang was taken aback when he heard this, and then turned to look at his nephew.

After glancing around, the other person hurriedly cupped their hands in greeting to Du Yuan and said:

"Please allow us a few words in private, senior!"

Du Yuan nodded slightly.

The two quickly walked to the side, and before Wang Pingzhang could speak, the richly dressed young man said urgently, "Uncle, let's leave!"

This guy is serious! This Cold Pine Mountain could turn into a huge battle at any time, it's not a place to stay for long.
Wang Pingzhang was completely taken aback:
"What are you saying, my dear nephew?"

The elegantly dressed young man quickly explained:
"It seems things will become very dangerous here soon, Uncle. As the saying goes, it's wise to protect yourself! We should probably make our escape if things get too dangerous!"

Wang Pingzhang was puzzled:
"Where did you learn all this nonsense?" He pointed in the direction they came from, his tone tinged with confusion. "Besides, didn't you say you were going to come out and make a name for yourself? Why are you changing your mind now?"

I told him I'd send someone to escort him back to the main camp, but he refused, saying he wanted to make a name for himself and show his father. Now that we're here, why is he deserting?
Upon hearing this, the elegantly dressed young man wanted to slap himself. He had only been focused on repaying his debt of karma and had never expected that his words would put him in such a predicament.

But can we blame him? Who would have thought this immortal was serious?

So even though he was previously very shrewd and resourceful, he is now somewhat at a loss.

How to do?
If I don't slip away quickly, anything that happens here will be a huge commotion. My little arms and legs will probably be torn to pieces in a single encounter.

But if I sneak away, am I here to repay karma or to incur karma?

He had already lured Wang Pingzhang here. If he were to slip away now, Wang Pingzhang would definitely not escape, and the entire Langya Wang clan might even suffer because of him. He himself would incur an even greater karmic debt as a result.

I feel like I'm facing a mountain of knives in front of me and a sea of ​​fire behind me, a dilemma I can't seem to resolve.

The elegantly dressed young man grew angrier the more he thought about it, and finally couldn't help but slap himself—"Serves you right for talking nonsense! Isn't this karma?"
"Nephew, what are you doing?"

This series of actions left Wang Pingzhang in a state of panic.

Oh no, has he gone crazy?!
The elegantly dressed young man looked at Wang Pingzhang with a helpless expression and said:

"Uncle, you don't understand!"

"No, how am I supposed to understand if you don't tell me?" The richly dressed young man remained silent, only pacing anxiously in front of Wang Pingzhang, sighing repeatedly.

He only asked after almost making Wang Pingzhang dizzy:

"Uncle, I have a few questions for you, and you must answer them truthfully!"

Wang Pingzhang considered carefully and said:
"If I can say it, I will definitely say it."

The elegantly dressed young man immediately pointed at him and asked:
"Uncle, your parents are still alive, and your wife and children are waiting for you at home, so are you afraid of death?"

Wang Pingzhang, thinking it might be some kind of problem, chuckled and shook his head, saying:

"What do you mean, 'afraid of death'? Who isn't? But I've been in this godforsaken place for so long, why am I still saying all this?"

While the Langya Wang clan's Beihai branch was indeed far inferior to the main branch in Wuyi Lane, it was not some nobody either; he was also the eldest son of the family.

If he really wanted to leave, why would he still be here after all this time?
He came out to risk his life for a career, to contribute to the ancestral temple, and to leave a legacy for his descendants.

The elegantly dressed young man nodded and then asked:

"But what if I told you, Uncle, if you don't leave, it's very likely that not only you will lose your head?"

Wang Pingzhang's heart tightened suddenly, and he asked in a deep voice:

“Nephew, tell your uncle honestly, is there something I don’t know about here? For example, what exactly is this immortal lord doing?”

The elegantly dressed young man glanced in the direction of Du Yuan and said:
"This senior truly wanted to save the Southwest."

If that weren't the case, he wouldn't have needed to say it, because by not denying it, he was clearly trying to oppose those who had placed their bets in the southwest and were hoping for the disaster to continue.

Since things have come to this, the fact that he still speaks to me, an 'outsider,' in this way means he's serious.

After listening, Wang Pingzhang pondered for a moment and asked in return, "Then why do you want me to leave?"

If they are truly trying to rescue Southwest China, then why leave?
As he spoke, he looked at the elegantly dressed young man and said:
"Could it be that some other 'immortal' doesn't want to see the disaster in the southwest end?"

He had been dealing with the rebel army in the southwest for a long time. Although he had never seen any strange or supernatural things, the fact that the southwest, a land of fish and rice, had not seen a drop of rain for three years was already strange.

Moreover, when they arrived, none of his entire army could see the towering flames, which clearly indicated something was amiss. Thus, he vaguely guessed that some powerful figure was unwilling to let the disaster in the southwest subside.

The elegantly dressed young man sighed deeply:

"Uncle, that's exactly right!"

Upon hearing this, Wang Pingzhang's brows furrowed instantly, and his expression became serious.

So now he's no longer caught between the imperial court and the rebel army, but has stumbled into a battle between immortals!
The elegantly dressed young man carefully considered his words and said:

"This is indeed my fault. I brought you here rashly without seeing clearly, Uncle. But if we don't leave quickly, I'm afraid our lives will be in danger!"

"So, Uncle, as long as you're willing to leave, I guarantee you'll be fine!"

Wang Pingzhang did not answer immediately, but continued to ponder with a furrowed brow.

After a long while, he asked:
"If I stay, will it make any difference?"

The elegantly dressed young man sighed:

"Uncle, at this point, what merit do you still want? Saving your life is the most important thing!"

"No, I'm not after any credit."

(End of this chapter)