Under One Person: The Taoist Priest Descends the Mountain

Chapter 337 I'll stand up for you in this matter.

Wang Zizhong stared at the ceiling and remained silent for a long time.

"It's impossible for me to say I don't hate Lü Ci," his voice was calm, unusually calm, "but I don't necessarily intend to deal with him. If he could adopt one or two successors of the Minghun Technique into the Duanmu family, I would thank him."

Lü Huan was stunned for a moment, then tears welled up in her eyes again: "Grandpa Zizhong!"

boom!

The door was kicked open.

Cheng Mo strode in from outside, looking as if someone owed him eight million, and angrily pounded on the door frame: "Uncle Wang, don't worry, I'll handle this. It's just the Lü family, it's just the Ten Elders, I've beaten up more than one of the Ten Elders, including Lü Ci."

Wang Zizhong turned to look at Cheng Mo in astonishment.

Feng Zhenghao caught up quickly and stood behind Cheng Mo. He looked around the house with a puzzled expression, then at Wang Zizhong, and frowned. "Uncle Zizhong, Daoist Cheng, what's wrong?"

Feng Zhenghao genuinely didn't know; he didn't have Cheng Mo's hearing. Given the distance and the soundproofing of the lounge, apart from a freak like Cheng Mo, no one could hear the conversation inside.

Cheng Mo, having overheard the situation in the lounge, had originally intended to wait for Wang Zizhong to bring up dealing with Lü Ci, and then proceed accordingly. However, it seemed that Wang Zizhong was quite wary of the Lü family and couldn't easily take action, so he had no choice but to bring up the topic himself.

As for whether Feng Zhenghao will participate, it depends on Wang Zizhong's decision.

Feng Zhenghao, who had risen to the position of one of the Ten Elders, was naturally quick-witted. He glanced at the faces of the group, but did not rush to ask any questions. Instead, he closed the door.

Wang Zizhong looked at Lü Huan: "Xiao Huan, did you speak with this Master Cheng?"

Lü Huan shook her head, tears still on her face: "I didn't tell Brother Cheng."

Cheng Mo walked up to Wang Zizhong, his tone becoming much more serious: "Uncle Wang, it wasn't Huanhuan who told me. My ears are too sharp; I heard everything you two said in the room."

Wang Zizhong glanced at the door, then at the distance between them, and after a moment's calculation, a look of shock appeared on his face: "This—I never expected that Daoist Cheng's cultivation is so profound."

Cheng Mo waved his hand, his tone direct: "So Uncle Wang really doesn't need to hold back. Lü Ci did something he shouldn't have done, and he should be punished accordingly."

Lu Huan opened her mouth as if to say something, but then swallowed it back, lowered her head, and twisted the hem of her clothes with her fingers.

Feng Zhenghao stood at the door, looking at this person and then that person, and finally couldn't help but speak up: "Gentlemen, may I interrupt for a moment? I wonder what the matter is? Perhaps I can mediate. If the old man of the Lü family is truly at fault, I may be able to bring it up at the Ten Elders' meeting."

Without turning his head, Cheng Mo said, "There's no such thing as the Ten Elders. There are only Nine Elders now. Chen Jinkui is an idiot."

Feng Zhenghao's lips twitched.

Based on his interactions with Master Cheng over the past few days, he didn't think Master Cheng was such an arrogant person. Although there were rumors that he had beaten Chen Jinkui into an idiot, there was a reason for that, and Cheng Mo himself had never publicized it.

Why are you making such a fuss about Chen Jinkui now?

Even if Chen Jinkui was at fault to begin with, there's no need to keep harping on his mistakes. The Shuzi Sect had no reason to cause trouble for Cheng Mo, but if he continues like this, conflict is inevitable.

Cheng Mo ignored Feng Zhenghao's changing expression and continued, "Uncle Wang, don't worry, even if you didn't say anything, I would still make trouble for Lü Ci. How could he do such a heinous thing? Does he think the Lü family is the only powerful family in the world?! He'll definitely pay the price!"

Wang Zizhong sighed helplessly and rubbed his temples: "Master Cheng, there's no need to be so agitated. This matter needs to be discussed carefully."

Cheng Mo turned to Lü Huan and asked, "Huanhuan, do you think your great-grandfather should be punished?"

Lü Huan nodded without hesitation: "Grandpa certainly deserves to be punished, but—"

Cheng Mo waved his hand, interrupting her: "No buts. Don't worry, I won't kill your great-grandfather, but your great-grandmother's grave shouldn't be buried in the wilderness, and your methods are too domineering, so we have to intervene."

Lu Huan lowered his head, remained silent for a while, and then sighed deeply: "Brother Cheng is right."

Wang Zizhong sensed something amiss, frowned, and looked at Cheng Mo: "Young Daoist Cheng, what are you going to do?"

Cheng Mo turned around to face Wang Zizhong, his tone becoming serious: "Uncle Wang, don't worry, I won't tell anyone about Huanhuan's great-grandmother's matter, and I won't let more people know."

"We need to take down Lü Ci. As for the other inheritors of the Minghun Technique, whether to lock them all up or what, that's up to the company to decide. I won't overstep my bounds. What do you think?"

Feng Zhenghao was completely dumbfounded. He looked at Cheng Mo, then at Wang Zizhong, his brows furrowed into a knot: "Uncle Zizhong, Daoist Cheng, what is it that requires such a fuss? The Lü family's matter is no small matter. If it is not handled properly, it will cause great chaos in the world of supernatural beings."

Wang Zizhong waved his hand, his voice weary: "Zhenghao, don't worry about it. Leave it to Master Cheng. The less you know about this, the better."

Feng Zhenghao opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but after seeing Wang Zizhong's expression, he swallowed his words. He simply nodded: "Okay, I'll listen to you."

Lü Huan stood up, walked to Cheng Mo's side, and looked up at him: "Brother Cheng, I'll go with you."

Cheng Mo chuckled and patted her head. "Of course you have to come with me. Come on, I'll take you to meet someone."

He turned around and took Xia He's hand, and Xia He naturally reached out to take Lü Huan's hand in return.

The three people stood in a row.

Cheng Mo turned to Wang Zizhong and said, "Uncle Wang, you should come too."

Wang Zizhong sighed, stood up from his chair, straightened his clothes, and followed the others out.

As he reached the door, he turned back to look at Feng Zhenghao and said calmly, "Zhenghao, the Tianxia Society is doing very well now. This matter is a private affair between me and Master Cheng, so you shouldn't get involved."

Feng Zhenghao stood there, his brows furrowed. "Uncle Zizhong, if you encounter any trouble, be sure to tell me. I have some connections in the capital; perhaps I can help."

Wang Zizhong waved his hand with his back turned and disappeared at the end of the corridor.

Feng Xingtong stood by the corridor, watching the adults come and go, without saying a word. Looking up at Feng Zhenghao, her eyes were full of questions: "Dad, what's going on?"

Feng Zhenghao shook his head and reached out to pat his son's head: "It's nothing, it's an adult matter."

But he had a guess in his mind.

If that's the case, it might not be that simple.

As the group left Jishetang, the sunlight warmed their faces.

Cheng Mo turned to Wang Zizhong and asked, "Uncle Wang, do you have a car?"

Wang Zizhong nodded and led them to a nearby consultation room. They pushed open the door and found a male doctor in his forties sitting inside, writing something with his head down.

Wang Zizhong walked up to him and said, "Xiao Liu, can I borrow your car keys for a moment?"

Xiao Liu took a bunch of keys out of the drawer and handed them over without asking why.

The group arrived at the parking lot, and Wang Zizhong pressed a remote control, causing a black SUV parked not far away to flash its lights.

Xia He immediately opened the driver's side door, got in, gripped the steering wheel, and adjusted the seat position.

Cheng Mo got into the passenger seat and turned to look at Xia He: "Are you driving?"

Xia He replied matter-of-factly, "Yes, so what?"

Cheng Mo asked, "Do you know the way?"

Xia He patted the steering wheel: "You can just give directions."

"You don't know the way, yet you still try to take the driver's seat?"

Xia He chuckled: "Hey, someone has to give directions and someone has to drive, right? If the driver also has to pay attention to the direction, then what's the point?"

Cheng Mo remained expressionless: "————Where did this heretical talk come from?"

Xia He ignored him, turned to Wang Zizhong and Lü Huan in the back seat and smiled, "Fasten your seatbelts."

Then she turned back, patted the steering wheel, and said cheerfully, "Quickly, give me the address!"

Cheng Mo leaned back in his chair: "Nadutong Headquarters."

Xia He started the car, turned the steering wheel, and drove off.

The car drove out of the parking lot, turned onto the main road, and merged into the traffic.