The Journey of Immortal Cultivation-Chapter 596 - 340 Young Master Qingji_2
How would the people in the study know that she was up to this mischief? If she were at the scene, she would see Young Master Qingji wearing a white shirt paired with an iron-grey robe, possessing a pair of fox eyes almost identical to those of Mr. Miluo, and his features are equally handsome and distinguished.
"Dear brother, long time no see. You have just recovered from your injuries, and I have been worried about you. I came to find you as soon as I arrived in Chiming City, don’t blame me, okay?" Qing Ji said with a smiling face.
Mr. Miluo had already sat back in his chair before he came in, his expression unchanged upon hearing this, a smile forming at the corner of his mouth as he waved his hand to have the maid serve tea. He was meticulous in his thoughts; upon hearing the announcement from Jiao Tu, he had already instructed the maid to swap the guest-serving Spiritual Tea back to his own sparrow tongue tea, otherwise, the persistent Spiritual Tea of Qing Ji would appear in his small garden, making things complicated.
In his garden, there are his own confidants. Hearing these words from Qing Ji, it was clear that he intended to reveal the scars of Mr. Miluo, reminding him of the severe losses he had suffered under his hands and nearly losing his life. Mr. Miluo was not annoyed, he sighed and said: "Brother’s wholehearted care for his brother, how can I bear to blame? I shall repay you sooner or later!" This was telling the other party that he would repay the grievance many times over. Last time he underestimated this older brother, almost resulting in his stealthy arrangement to die in the northern battlefield, struggling thousands of miles without escape until he was rescued by Ning Xiaoxian in Wutuo City, which was a breath of relief. Such a great loss was indeed a humiliation for the arrogant Mr. Miluo.
Those who understood him knew that the more annoyed he was in his heart, the more joyfully he smiled on his face.
If outsiders did not know the reason, they might think these two brothers were emotionally expressing their mutual affection here, showing brotherly love and harmony. Only those who were informed knew that both held murderous intents in their hearts, wishing death upon each other.
He lifted his tea cup and took a light sip: "Brother, did you come here on important business?"
This question exactly scratched where Qing Ji itched. The Eldest Young Master raised his eyebrows, a hint of satisfaction flashing in his eyes: "Indeed. My subordinate General Duomoji has recently performed bravely in the Northern Line, achieving remarkable feats. Father is very pleased. He asked me to tell you as well that the military duties at the Northern Front are heavy, you have been too tired recently, you should rest well, therefore the responsibility of the Military Governor will be temporarily assumed by me." Having said that, he stared at Mr. Miluo intently, eager to see his reaction.
Unfortunately for him, Mr. Miluo did not react as he had expected; even the tea in his hand was steadily sipped, enjoying it immensely before he indifferently responded after a long while: "Oh? The Northern Thirteen Demon Sects have long provoked the authority of Fengtian Prefecture, and since Duomoji is a talent, he should be put to good use. Since that’s the case, I’ll leave the North to you, brother, as it happens I also wish to rest and heal recently."
The northern frontline was originally supervised by Mr. Miluo in battle. He had been managing the North for many years, holding great authority, otherwise Qing Ji would not have been so wary of him, needing to eradicate him whenever he made a move. Now, having finally coaxed their aged father to transfer the military governorship to his hands, it was essentially stripping military power from Mr. Miluo, regardless of how deep this young master’s scheming was, how could he remain so composed? He even explicitly said "rest and heal!"
Qing Ji knew that his younger brother was naturally proud. Since he could actively mention "healing," it meant he genuinely recognized this loss and had also shown him that he would seek to restore his honor in the future. Now, the Old Mansion Master of Fengtian Prefecture was approaching the "Heavenly Person Five Decays" situation, and would soon die. Being half-brothers, they had been discordant since childhood, and what they were contending over at this moment was their father’s favor, to determine the future ownership of the leader of Fengtian Prefecture.
Would Mr. Miluo truly hand over the power and let him claim credit on the northern battlefield? They say foxes are cunning, but even though Qing Ji was also of pure Sky Fox blood, he could never see through his younger brother’s thoughts. Could this power struggle truly proceed so smoothly?
Mr. Miluo watched his brother’s expression fluctuate, knowing that Qing Ji was suffering from his usual indecisiveness, not dwelling further on this issue, he simply said lightly: "The Military Governor’s seal is in my Mansion, I shall retrieve it for you tomorrow when I return. Also, about the matter of Spiritual Tea in Rock City, have you discovered any leads, brother?" Qing Ji had specifically rushed to inform him, but someone had already reported it to him. If Qing Ji wanted the military power of the North, he could take it. Combat at the Northern Front was not so easily handled. Besides, how could a spoilt second-generation demon like him understand that what Mr. Miluo controlled was not military power, but people’s hearts!
The hearts of thousands of generals and a million Demon Soldiers in the Northern Territory! As long as Mr. Miluo lives another day, Qing Ji cannot truly control the North.
After Ning Xiaoxian left Rock City with Wen Liangyu, only he knew their whereabouts. Later, this matter was transferred by Fengtian Prefecture to Qing Ji to investigate, and Mr. Miluo personally cut all ties. He himself was a major intelligence figure, having personally cleared all traces for Ning and Wen, Qing Ji could flip the sky but would not be able to find any clues again.
Sure enough, upon hearing this, Qing Ji’s face stiffened, obviously hit where it hurt, he sulkily said: "Soon, in a few more days it should be traced."
"A few more days" needed? Mr. Miluo gave a slight smile, feeling somewhat relieved in his heart. He was not one to be trifled with; how could he simply sit back and show weakness when this straw bag came to flaunt his power before him? "It’s getting late, brother, would you like to dine with me?"
With that question, he hinted dismissal. Water and fire do not mix between brothers, who would want to sit together for a meal if not necessary? Indeed.
As expected, Qing Ji snorted lightly: "I have a banquet to attend tonight, I won’t bother you here." His gaze swept inadvertently, then suddenly focused. Mr. Miluo followed his gaze and thought to himself, "Oh no." (To be continued. If you like this work, welcome to Qidian (qidian.com) to vote for recommendation tickets and monthly tickets. Your support is my greatest motivation. Mobile users please read on m.qidian.com.)
