"Isnât this a cruel curse?"
"Brother Chen, what do you think?"
Feng Xuewen looked at Chen Jie and expressed his opinion. Chen Jie thought for a moment but didnât answer. He understood Feng Xuewenâs perspective and somewhat supported Feng Xuewenâs idea; indeed, the act of calculating the future generations in is quite bad.
Descendants should have the life of their own descendants.
They should also have the opportunity to choose their own lives.
At this moment, Feng Xuewen said, "Actually, I hope outsiders like you would come and take away the inheritance of the Witch Clan. Once the Witch God Inheritance is taken, then the shackles of our clan will be gone. We can leave this mountain area and see the outside world. They can study, engage in commerce, hold official positions, and enjoy the world."
"Instead of being trapped in Wushan forever, never to be liberated!"
"In this regard, I feel I should stand on your side. To take the inheritance from Wushan and everything away is, in a way, a release for our Witch People."
Chen Jie looked at Feng Xuewen and said, "Mr. Feng, you really are quite the outsider."
"Who hopes for their own home to be robbed?"
Chen Jie smiled bitterly and shook his head. Feng Xuewen said, "But what if what the thief steals is a disease? Misfortune?"
"Then are they still thieves?"
Feng Xuewen said, "They are doctors!"
Chen Jie said, "Whether you are right or wrong, I am still willing to believe that you are sincere."
Feng Xuewen said, "I am sincere, of course, I will not help you either. At most, I just wonât deal with you."
Upon hearing this, Chen Jie said, "Mr. Feng, I must say you are... noble!"
Feng Xuewen said, "Hehe, my actions for the entire Witch Clan are indeed a kind of betrayal, but it doesnât matter, betrayal it is. I am already the laughing stock of the entire clan."
Chen Jie, hearing this, did not know how to respond to Feng Xuewen.
Just as Chen Jie was speaking with Feng Xuewen, suddenly there was a commotion outside, followed by the door being pushed open. Then Ah Zhen from the three small ones walked in and said, "Sir, Sister Hong Yuan... bad man, you are awake!"
Ah Zhen exclaimed, "Donât harm Sir!"
Upon hearing this, without waiting for Feng Xuewen to speak up, a red light suddenly rushed in from outside, moving at extreme speed.
Immediately, Chen Jie felt his neck tighten, a sensation of being locked by killing intent, and he quickly dodged.
At the same time, a red light flew past Chen Jieâs ear, followed by a woman in red, with a delicate appearance, charging into the room with a crimson treasure sword, attacking Chen Jie.
At this moment, a sword swung directly towards Chen Jieâs neck, Chen Jie instantly activated his Inner Strength and dodged the strike.
The woman in red did not relent, repeatedly stabbing seven or eight times, each aimed at Chen Jieâs vital points, and Chen Jie frantically dodged every move.
After countless exchanges, Chen Jie finally managed to grasp the womanâs hand.
The woman suddenly opened her mouth, unexpectedly spitting a black smoke from her mouth.
Frightened, Chen Jie quickly dodged, and the woman slashed the nearby bookshelf, causing books to clatter to the ground.
Seeing this, Feng Xuewen immediately shouted, "Ah, stop, stop, weâre own people, weâre own people, donât hurt my books!"
Upon hearing this, Chen Jie quickly grasped the hands of the woman in red, who had only Rainbow Realm level strength, so Chen Jie was able to suppress her easily.
Chen Jie held the womanâs wrists while Feng Xuewen picked up several books from the ground, hugging them to his chest, and said to Chen Jie, "Brother Chen, let her go, sheâs not the enemy, sheâs my niece, niece."
Upon hearing this, Chen Jie looked at the woman in red, who showed a face of killing intent and said, "Third Uncle, did he threaten you?"
Feng Xuewen said, "No, no, weâre having a great time chatting, a great time chatting!"
As they spoke, Feng Xuewen looked at the woman in red and Chen Jiusi and said, "Weâre all own people, stop fighting, stop fighting."
The woman in red said, "What own people? Heâs an outsider, anyone coming to our clan at this time must be here for our inheritance. Third Uncle, donât interfere, Iâm going to report him to the clan and have him executed!"
Feng Xuewen said, "Hong Yuan, stop causing trouble, heâs not the enemy, heâs, heâs my friend."
Hong Yuan said, "Friend, when did you have friends from outside?"
Hong Yuan said, "Heâs a student of my junior apprentice, heâs here to discuss scholarly matters with me."
"Student of Junior Apprentice, Wengongâs student?"
Feng Xuewen looked at Chen Jie, who cleared his throat and said, "Through hardships and trials emerged a classic, sparse stars all around!"
Upon hearing these two lines, Feng Xuewenâs eyes brightened, "Mountains and rivers shattered, wind blows like flotsam, life is tossed like rain on duckweed..."
The two of them began reciting Wen Tianxiangâs "Passing Lingdingyang" as if exchanging secret codes, leaving Hong Yuan confused.
At this moment, Hong Yuan looked at Chen Jie in surprise and said, "Are you really his nephew apprentice?"
Chen Jie said, "Yes, I come from the same lineage as Uncle Feng."
Upon hearing this, Hong Yuan slowly relaxed her force, and Chen Jie did the same. Hong Yuan said, "Your skills are not bad."
Chen Jie said, "Inheriting the masterâs legacy, learned some martial arts."
As they spoke, Feng Xuewen sighed in relief, and immediately squatted down to pick up the books one by one.
Muttering, "Hong Yuan, your hand was too heavy. If you destroy all these books, what will I read?"
Upon hearing this, Hong Yuan became furious and said to Feng Xuewen, "Read, read, all you do every day is read, really donât understand what use your reading is. Now, with enemies surrounding us, can your reading get us to the Molten Furnace Realm!"
Hong Yuan was angry, her father and second uncle were exhausting efforts to resist outsiders, yet her third uncle was like mud that couldnât stick to a wall, only knowing how to read, infuriating!