A face full of persecution, speaking incessantly.

Xue Fuxiao was dumbfounded.

Listening to this, it seemed like he had done something atrocious.

Turning his head to look, he saw Dongfang Sansan sitting on a chair, full of sympathy.

He couldn’t help but explode.

No wonder you kept saying this was my own doing... Now I understand!

But it was you, Dongfang Sansan, who added the medal.

I, Xue Fuxiao, just agreed to the banner, but you... now you’re just watching the show?

"Lord Xue... our Dong Family now, just look at this mess. Wherever Dongyun Yu goes, basically everyone runs away. The key point is he can directly barge into the Family Master’s Conference Hall with that medal... this... this..."

"It’s said that Dongyun Yu is now going door to door giving gifts with the medal, carrying just a few snacks, barging into people’s homes... this... this..."

Xue Fuxiao wanted to say something, but the severe warning glance from Dongfang Sansan had already fallen on his face.

Thinking about how he had just messed things up.

If he were to betray Sansan now, he feared it would only get worse for him.

But now it’s clearly the work of two people, yet only he is taking the blame, while the other is gloating...

Xue Fuxiao felt deeply depressed.

I was purely set up... but facing Dong Yiming’s endless complaints and resentment, Xue Fuxiao could only endure with a pale face.

After all, this really was caused by him...

Dong Yiming complained for nearly an hour.

He finally stopped to drink tea.

Dongfang Sansan smiled: "Yiming, look at you, coming here with such a big complaint. Now that you’ve finished complaining, you must want something. Lord Xue has also been complained to heavily, just say what you want."

Dong Yiming smiled wryly: "It’s still the Ninth lord who sees through it. I have to say, this time, Lord Xue really put our family in a tight spot... Oh well, since the Dong Family is like this, everyone’s emotions are stirred up. Somehow we have to gain some merit and honor..."

His old face twisted: "We can’t really let such a despicable achievement overshadow the whole family, otherwise what about the Dong Family’s reputation going forward..."

Dongfang Sansan looked sympathetic: "Yes, Old Xue, this matter was indeed somewhat ill-considered. How about this, don’t worry, I’ll arrange it. Recently there have been many battles everywhere, and the Dong Family’s young masters are the mainstay, it would be good for them to go and train for a bit."

"Thank you, Ninth lord."

"But with training... Yiming, sacrifices are inevitable, your Dong Family must be prepared."

"Rest assured, Ninth lord, for the continent, for the family, our Dong Family can withstand any loss."

"Good!"

Dongfang Sansan comforted him and then gave out some specific policy measures, finally coaxing Dong Yiming away.

When leaving, Dong Yiming sighed, looking at Xue Fuxiao at the door: "Lord Xue... you... sigh... farewell..."

Dong Yiming finally left.

Xue Fuxiao’s stomach was almost exploding with anger.

He stood up immediately, ready to lash out at Dongfang Sansan.

Dongfang Sansan snorted, saying: "Just tell me, what should we do about Rui Qianshan, who insists on seeing the original manuscript? But can that original be given to him? You caused this mess, and now Rui Qianshan is relentless, like a shadow following me... This is a major issue for the entire continent! It concerns future education, what do you want to do, Xue Fuxiao?"

"It’s hard enough to get the ’Chronicles of Jun Lin’ for all the mainland martial artists’ children to have an idol, and on the first day, you want to destroy the example?"

Xue Fuxiao felt his entire anger abruptly turn into a sense of guilt.

Stammering: "I just..."

"Just what? Just want to destroy Jun Lin?"

"How could I possibly ruin..."

"So why are you spreading it around?"

"I didn’t spread it around..."

"Telling that scoundrel is the same as spreading it everywhere. Why can’t you keep a secret? Remember the incident at Yinfeng Valley two thousand years ago? It was because of you... and last time..."

Dongfang Sansan looked at him with disappointment: "When will you ever let me have some peace of mind..."

Xue Fuxiao felt ashamed: "...I was wrong."

"Get out, get out."

Dongfang Sansan sighed: "About the Dong Family, shouldn’t you hurry to fix it? Why are you standing there? At least do some work for me!"

"Alright, alright! I’ll arrange it right away."

Xue Fuxiao agreed, quickly turning around to get to work.

After finishing and arranging everything, he suddenly realized: "...Wait a minute... something feels off..."

He hurried back to find Dongfang Sansan: "San, just now, something wasn’t right..." 𝘧𝘳𝘦ℯ𝓌𝘦𝒷𝘯𝑜𝑣𝘦𝓁.𝒸𝘰𝓂

Dongfang Sansan looked speechless: "Didn’t we finish this already? Why do you keep digging up the past like a woman?"

A woman should definitely not be doing this.

Xue Fuxiao sheepishly: "I’m just here to say, the arrangements are done."

"Well, if it’s done, then good... out, I’m busy. Oh, by the way, if you have nothing to do, go teach Rui Qianshan a lesson."

"Got it, you carry on."

Xue Fuxiao scratched his head and left again.

His face still filled with uncertainty: "...Something still doesn’t feel right..."

...

Fang Che woke up.

It’s undeniable that Dongfang Sansan’s seven cups of tea were too potent, Fang Che had all six senses enhanced, and the spiritual power inside him burst forth...

Upon waking, he couldn’t control it, and with a puff.

A burst of pure spiritual energy spurted from all ten apertures of his body simultaneously.

The Emperor Level barrier suddenly broke open, and his whole body started to gush out spiritual energy, then with a jolt, he opened his mouth, spraying out a mist.

There was even a faint scent of tea.