Chapter 4: Coming to the Door to Demand Someone

  "What? What did you say? Say it again." In the eastern part of Fengdu, where the Leng Mansion was located, a majestic old man with an air of authority glared at his servant in the grand hall.

  "Master, Young Master Leng has been taken away by General Zhao's men."

  "Old Master." Another aged figure hastily walked into the great hall.

  Leng Xi Tian, the current head of the Leng family, is one of the three founding heroes of the Tian Long Kingdom. At his age, he should have already handed over the position of family head to the next generation, but every family has its own unsolvable problems! Leng Xi Tian's children are two sons and a daughter. The eldest son, Leng Xiao, was exceptionally talented, mastering both literary and martial arts. By the time he was 17 years old, his cultivation had already reached that of a high-level swordsman, with hopes of breaking through to become an initial great swordmaster by the age of 20. However, for some unknown reason, Leng Xiao left home in anger and has been missing ever since.

  Leng Feng, the second son of Leng Xian Tian, is a man who doesn't know how to express himself properly. In short, he's an expert in eating, drinking, whoring and gambling. Unfortunately, Leng Xiao Yao happens to be his illegitimate child.

  Leng Yue, Leng Xiao Tian's daughter, is currently the imperial consort of the Heavenly Dragon Empire.

  Chang Sun Leng is the eldest son of Cold Wind, and he's simply inherited his father's laid-back attitude. Every day, he has a carefree look on his face, but apart from causing trouble, he can't accomplish anything serious.

  Xī sūn Lěng ào, the second son of Lěng Fēng, has the same moral character as his older brother. The two brothers often collude with each other to do a series of bad things.

  The Leng family had been in decline since the eldest son, Leng Xiu, left. After all, a large family business like theirs needed an excellent successor to take over, or it would eventually decline. Leng Xi Tian understood this point very well, so he couldn't help but think of his eldest son at all times. Why was he so stubborn back then? If he had really left, would the Leng family have truly fallen?

  "Fubo, is this news certain?" Leng Xiao Tian asked with a cold and murderous aura.

  Fu Bo, whose real name is Leng Jia Shang Xia, except for Leng Xiao Tian, probably no one else knows. Don't be fooled by Fu Bo's old and feeble appearance, if you underestimate him because of that, then you won't even know how to die. At least Leng Xiao Tian's two sons knew a thing or two about Fu Bo, their father had once said something when he was drunk, that even he wasn't a match for Fu Bo. You should know that Leng Xiao Tian is one of the Eight Great Sword Saints of the Tian Long Kingdom! To be stronger than the Eight Great Sword Saints, what kind of cultivation would that be?!

  "Master, I just received news that the young master was indeed taken to the Zhao's house." Fu Bo replied in a low voice.

  "What on earth was taken away by the Zhao family?" Leng Xiao Tian furrowed his brow, currently he most wanted to know what kind of mistake that little rascal had made to be taken away.

  Fu Bo heard Leng Xiao Tian's question and suddenly became hoarse, his face showing a hesitant expression, as if considering whether to reveal the truth.

  Leng Xiao Tian and Fu Bo had a relationship since they were young, and when he saw Fu Bo's hesitant expression, he knew that the little rascal must have done something "earth-shattering", otherwise his brother wouldn't have such an attitude.

  "Let's just say it! I can still bear with it." Leng Xiao Tian said calmly.

  Leng Xiao Tian's face showed a look of surprise after hearing what Fu Bo said, and after a moment, it turned into anger: "This bastard, he can actually do such a thing, it's simply losing face for the Leng family."

  "Fu Bo, prepare the horse."

  "Master, what are you thinking?" Fu Bo looked at his master in surprise. What was he thinking of doing now? Was he still thinking of going to the Zhao's house to rescue that little scoundrel?

  Leng Xiao Tian's face turned red with rage as he saw Fu Bo, his expression shocked and furious: "Even if that little scoundrel has committed a grave mistake, if the crime deserves death, it should be me, Leng Xiao Tian, who takes action. What right does that bookworm have to interfere? Hurry up and prepare the horses, we're leaving immediately."

  After more than ten minutes, Leng Xiao Tian arrived at the Zhao residence with only one servant, Fu Bo.

  "How dare you! You actually came to the Zhao residence and didn't stop your horse? Who are you!!!"

  "Who else dares to speak to me like this?" Leng Xiao Tian didn't even bother with the servants guarding the Zhao residence, and coldly said: "Go tell that old man Zhao Guo Tong that I, Leng Xiao Tian, have arrived."

  "General Leng?" The several guards at the gate were first stunned, and then in an instant, they turned pale and quickly knelt down, respectfully calling out: "Your subordinates have seen General Leng."

  Leng Xiao Tian waved his hand with an impatient expression and said: "Go tell that old man who refuses to die, the master of your household, that I have come to visit."

  "Yes, General Leng, please enter." One of the servants quickly ran into the mansion, while several others stood aside with their hands hanging down in respect, each with an expression that was both excited and fearful. They were excited because they could see the legendary God of War, and terrified because they had just offended the God of War's dignity.

  Within a short span of time, a hearty laugh came from the mansion: "Haha, General Leng has arrived, and I, Zhao, have failed to welcome you from afar!"

  As soon as the voice fell, an old man with a natural air of authority appeared at the entrance of the Zhao mansion. He had a spirited and refreshed expression on his face, with a hint of a smile, and nodded slightly to Leng Xiao Tian.

  "Please don't be polite, Leng Mou didn't inform beforehand, I hope Chancellor Zhao won't blame him."

  "General Cold is being polite, please come in..."

  "General Leng doesn't know what brought you here this time, what instructions do you have?" Zhao Guocong asked as soon as they entered the main hall.

  Leng Xiao Tian glanced at Zhao Guo Dun, with the temperament of a military man, Leng Xiao Tian did not beat around the bush and directly stated his intention: "I heard that my useless grandson was brought to the Zhao Manor by you, so I had no choice but to come personally to take him back."

  Zhao Guoding heard Leng Xi Tian say this and his face revealed a surprised expression, shouting: "How could General Leng's grandson possibly be in my Zhao Manor?"

  "Cough, cough, cough..." Leng Xue Tian was a straightforward person, but he wasn't sure if Zhao Guo Tong was intentionally mocking him, so he awkwardly coughed a few times and used his eyes to signal to Fu Bo beside him to explain the situation.

  Fu Bo followed Leng Xiao Tian for decades, and at this moment, he caught the gaze of his master. He understood the meaning, so he took a step forward and said: "Lord Zhao, our young master is indeed the young man brought back by Young Master Zhao today."

  "Young man?" Zhao Guotang's eyes wandered off for a moment, and the next instant he seemed to have remembered something, exclaiming in surprise: "General Leng, it can't be that your grandson is the one who wants to take liberties with my granddaughter today?"

  "Haha, exactly." Even Leng Xiao Tian, who was once known as the God of War, had an awkward expression on his face at this moment.

  "No way, if it were something else, I could consider it, but this matter is out of the question."

  "Ah!" Leng Xi Tian's face changed instantly when he heard Zhao Guo Dun's resolute words, and he immediately slammed the table and stood up: "Zhao, I'm giving you face by discussing this with you. Even if the Leng family has committed a great mistake, it's not for others to interfere. Are you going to let him go or not?"

  Zhao Guotong heard Leng Xi Tian's words, his originally gentle expression also revealed a furious look as he slapped the table and stood up: "Leng surname, if I don't release him, what do you plan to do?"

  "Not letting go? Heh heh, believe it or not, I'll bring people to trample your Zhao family right away." Leng Xiao Tian said in a low voice with a gloomy face.

  "I don't believe you dare, just because you're one of the Eight Great Sword Saints of Tianlong Kingdom doesn't mean you can do whatever you want. There are many people stronger than you, and besides, this Kyoto Border Defense Army seems to be my grandson's troop, it's not your turn to take charge, old man!"

  Leng Xiao Tian ignored Zhao Guo Dun's words and instead smiled gloomily, saying: "If you continue to spout nonsense, do you believe I'll demolish the Zhao Manor right now?"

  "You dare." Zhao Guo's eyes widened as he stared at Leng Xiao Tian, the two of them locking gazes and staring each other down.

  "I'm not going to waste any more words with you. If I don't see my grandson in a minute, I'll tear down this broken bird nest immediately. Don't forget my nickname." Leng Xiao Tian threw out a warning sentence and sat down leisurely on the chair, picking up the teacup from the table and starting to drink tea, looking as if he was playing around rather than giving a warning.

  Zhao Guotong's facial expression changed several times, and finally he let out a sigh of helplessness. He stretched out his hand and beckoned, and immediately a servant came to his side. Zhao Guotong gave some low-voiced instructions, and the servant quickly left the great hall.

  "Leng Kuai, you're a madman, I'll give you that. I hope this time you discipline your grandson well, I don't want to see another incident like this again. Otherwise, even if you, Leng Kuai, come here yourself, or even if you show up at the Zhao family's doorstep, I'll have him killed first." Zhao Guodong's tone was laced with anger and warning.

  "My grandson's affairs are mine to handle, don't you worry about it." Leng Xiao Tian saw that Zhao Guo Teng had already compromised, so even his tone of voice didn't have the same overbearing feeling as before.

  After dozens of breaths, several servants carried the unconscious Leng Xiao Yao into the great hall.

  "Ah!" Leng Xiao Tian's face, which had already calmed down, turned angry again as he saw his grandson's unconscious state. He glared at Zhao Guo Tong and shouted: "You old fox, how dare you beat my grandson to this extent? How are you going to account for this?"

  "What's going on here?" Zhao Guotang was also bewildered at this moment, he seemed to have not instructed anyone to teach this good-for-nothing a lesson, so how did this kid end up unconscious?

  "The big and small ones don't know either!" Several frontiers who went to receive the cold Xiangyao's servants all had a terrified expression, and they quickly knelt down and shouted grievances.

  Fu Bo walked to the floor of the hall and lay down in front of Leng Xiao, stretching out a few fingers to touch Leng Xiao's pulse. After a moment, Fu Bo stood up and walked to Leng Xiao Tian's side, whispering a few words in his ear.

  "What? All five internal organs have been relocated?" Leng Xiao Tian exclaimed in shock.

  Fu Bo nodded, confirming that his family head had heard correctly.

  "Zhao's family, you're ruthless." Leng Xiao Tian glared at Zhao Guo Tuan in anger, then ordered Fu Bo beside him: "Fu Bo, take that little scoundrel with us, let's go."

  "Yes, master." Fu Bo walked into the main hall and with a casual wave of his hand, he sucked up Leng Xiao Yao who was lying on the ground. He picked up Leng Ao Tian and glanced in a certain direction in the main hall before quickly following in Leng Xiao Yao's footsteps.

  "What a profound cultivation! No wonder Leng Xuezong was so confident earlier, to have such an expert by his side." Zhao Guodong's eyes lit up as he caught sight of Fu Bo's move just before he left.

  Zhao Guodong saw that Leng Xuetian and the two servants had left, and only then did he ask the air: "Shadow, what do you think of Fu's housekeeper's cultivation just now?"

  "He is no match for his subordinate." A response echoed through the air.

  Zhao Guodong heard this reply, and a look of surprise appeared on his face: "Oh! Shadow, you are also at the level of Sword Saint, how is that possible? Could it be that he is not yet a Sword God?"

  This time, there was no immediate response in the air. After a moment, a response came: "Master, I think that old man just now has not reached the level of Sword God. If I'm not mistaken, he should be at the half-Sword God level."

  "When did the Cold House have such a master?" Zhao Guotang let out a slight sigh, and his face showed a complex expression, making it impossible to see what he was thinking.

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