"Princess Royal, what is Peng Jia doing just standing there in a daze?"
Shui'er noticed that Peng Jia, a noble son of the Immortal Dynasty, had been staring fixedly at Gu Qingfeng yet remained motionless, and asked in confusion, "He looks quite wary of Gu Qingfeng's identity. Could he actually believe that Gu Qingfeng is the Monarch?"
"He's not a fool; how could he believe that?"
Tang Manqing said softly, "What truly makes him wary isn't Gu Qingfeng claiming to be the Chixiao Monarch, but Fei Kui's address of 'Young Master.' Don't underestimate the implications contained in those words. After all, Fei Kui is a man of the Black Buddha Lord. With that 'Young Master' uttered, Gu Qingfeng's identity and background immediately become shrouded in mystery. It might not scare Peng Jia outright, but it's certainly enough to make him hesitate to act rashly."
"This fellow's luck is really something, actually running into Fei Kui. Otherwise, he wouldn't even know how he died today."
Shui'er hadn't forgotten the earlier incident of being chased out by Gu Qingfeng. Just thinking about it made her temper flare. She said, "I was hoping to see this guy get a beating from Peng Jia, to see if he'd still dare to be so arrogant. Who knew Fei Kui would pop up halfway."
Staring at Fei Kui, Shui'er said angrily, "That damned fatty's guts are really something. For Gu Qingfeng's sake, he almost started a fight with Peng Jia and his people just now. Isn't he afraid of blowing things up, not only failing to save Gu Qingfeng but also exposing his own identity? If Gu Qingfeng's identity is exposed, Fei Kui will be in trouble too, right? By then, even the Black Buddha Lord might not be able to save him."
Indeed.
Was Fei Kui not afraid at all?
This was a question Tang Manqing still couldn't figure out.
Inside the venue.
Peng Jia stood with his hands behind his back, staring at Gu Qingfeng beneath the pavilion window ledge, his divine sense probing as well.
Nothing!
He couldn't detect anything.
Because there was nothing on Gu Qingfeng.
He just kept staring, trying to glean some clue from Gu Qingfeng's eyes, but no matter how he looked, he couldn't see anything either.
That Gu Qingfeng simply leaned on the window ledge, eating spirit fruits, sipping wine, carefree and at ease, unrestrained and indifferent. He wasn't putting on a false front; there was no panic in his eyes either. Everything was utterly natural, which made Peng Jia, who was already somewhat wary of Gu Qingfeng's identity and background, even more hesitant to act recklessly.
"Heh, surname Gu, given name Tianlang, Dao title Chixiao..." Peng Jia sneered, "A fine name, truly a fine name!"
Beside him, Wei Lao had been frowning all along, as if quite helpless about the situation.
Indeed.
Right now, he just wanted to settle this matter. He didn't know if Gu Qingfeng was really a successor of the Monarch, nor did he know what this person claiming to be the Monarch was trying to do. All he knew was that this fellow had killed many noble sons of the Immortal Dynasty in the Great Northwest, making his identity highly sensitive and liable to bring fatal disaster at any moment. He really didn't want such a plague god staying at the villa. Otherwise, if this guy's identity were exposed, people from the Immortal Dynasty came, and Fei Kui called in a bunch of experts, it would inevitably lead to a large-scale slaughter, greatly affecting the villa's business.
However.
He also knew that settling this matter probably wouldn't be so simple.
Unless Gu Qingfeng was willing to back down and return all the resources he won yesterday.
But was that possible?
Looking at that kid's attitude—eating spirit fruits, sipping wine, acting like he's watching a show and doesn't mind if it gets bigger—that carefree, leisurely air, anyone who didn't know better might really think he was the Chixiao Monarch. How could he possibly return anything?
Then there was Fei Kui.
This guy wasn't tall, but at the moment he stood there with his hands behind his back, chest puffed out, glaring fiercely. His solemn expression and ruthless gaze made it seem like if Peng Jia dared to lay a hand on Gu Qingfeng, he really would kill these Immortal officials.
Why on earth!
Wei Lao truly couldn't understand what gave Gu Qingfeng and Fei Kui the confidence to be so fearless.
He couldn't figure it out.
Wei Lao secretly sent a covert voice transmission to Fei Kui, saying, "Boss Fei, if you think acting like this can intimidate Peng Jia, I advise you to give up."
"Your 'Young Master' address did make Peng Jia somewhat wary of Young Master Gu's identity, but it's only wariness. Peng Jia absolutely won't let this go. He's a man who values face. Since he's come today, he won't leave easily."
Fei Kui transmitted back, "Apologies, but my Young Master is also a man who values face. If he says he won't return it, then he definitely won't."
Wei Lao was taken aback, feeling very puzzled. He had known Fei Kui for quite some time and clearly remembered that the old Fei Kui was very shrewd, never offending or provoking anyone. Why, after meeting Gu Qingfeng today, had he changed into someone so brazen?
"Fei Kui! Fei Kui! This Gu Qingfeng killed many Immortal nobles in the Great Northwest! While no one knows his identity yet, shouldn't you settle this matter quickly? If it really blows up, you won't be able to handle the consequences, and even the Black Buddha Lord won't be able to save you!"
"No need for your concern."
Fei Kui's voice came again, making Wei Lao so angry he felt like cursing. He said furiously, "Have you really taken this kid as a successor of the Monarch, or as the Monarch himself? Are you stupid or crazy? Are you out of your mind?"
"Whether Young Master is a successor of the Monarch or the Monarch himself isn't important to me."
"Then what is important to you?"
"He is Fei's Young Master. That alone is enough."
What?
What kind of reason was that?
Wei Lao even suspected Fei Kui had truly lost his mind. Otherwise, how could he say something so absurd? Could it be that in Fei Kui's eyes, this Gu Qingfeng's existence was more formidable than a successor of the Monarch, or even the Monarch himself?
The facts were indeed so.
Fei Kui wasn't trying to fool Wei Lao; he was speaking the truth.
He really didn't know what identity Gu Qingfeng had, nor did he care.
He only knew that Huode had once said to him very seriously: If you're fortunate enough to meet Gu Qingfeng again in the future, then follow him. As long as you're by his side, even if you're just a lowly carriage driver, you'll be a carriage driver that even the King of Heaven wouldn't dare breathe loudly in front of!
Fei Kui had always kept those words in mind.
He had originally thought he would never have the chance to meet Gu Qingfeng again in this lifetime.
But he had run into him today of all days.
This was a good opportunity bestowed by heaven.
Fei Kui was a smart man; he would absolutely not waste this rare chance.
He was also a man who repaid kindness. Even if Gu Qingfeng didn't acknowledge him as a servant today, he would willingly and at all costs do what a servant ought to do.
Up in the pavilion.
Gu Qingfeng didn't seem very interested in Peng Jia and these Immortal Dynasty people. Instead, his gaze kept drifting toward Lin Xiang'er on the high stage. He took a sip of wine and said with a laugh, "Sister Xiang'er, why have you stopped? I haven't had my fill of the tune you were playing just now. Could you play another?"
"To receive the Monarch's praise truly makes Xiang'er feel overwhelmed with favor..."