Chapter 11627 — The Backlash of Fortune
The Blossom Guardian · Page 2 of 3
Having read Han Jiechen's memories, Han Niansan's expression was not the least bit relaxed; it grew even more grave.
"Old Monster Gu? That thief of fortune?"
Han Changshi and the others were baffled.
Han Niansan explained, "That man was active in a rather ancient era—he counts as a man of my own generation."
Everyone clicked their tongues in astonishment.
As the twenty-third-generation ancestor of the Han Princely House, Han Niansan was a genuine man of antiquity.
The old monsters of his era, apart from special cases like himself who were sustained by the offerings of an ancestral shrine, had basically all died off clean. Even if some had used certain special means to linger on to the present, they would absolutely keep to their deep dwellings and rarely emerge to stir up trouble.
Han Niansan continued, "In my time, that man was already a thief of fortune steeped in evil to the brim."
"Anyone touched by his name was bound to come to grief. Great powers that were ultimately torn apart because their fortune had been scraped clean by him numbered no fewer than a hundred!"
"Because he made too great a commotion, the seven princely houses once joined hands and dispatched their most lavish, top-tier lineup, preparing to encircle and annihilate him."
"In the end, under the shelter of fortune, he still escaped calamity."
"But after that, the man vanished without a trace, hiding himself away in the Inner Royal Court and stirring no further."
Han Niansan turned to look at the insensate Han Jiechen and could not help grinding his teeth again. "A curse upon this house, to have produced such a creature—one who bites the hand that feeds him, and actually brought him here!"
By past experience, this Old Monster Gu, as a thief of fortune, would never stop until he had drained dry the ancestral fortune of the Han Princely House.
When that time came, the Han Princely House would truly be finished.
Seeing that Han Niansan could not contain his fury and was about to stomp Han Jiechen to death, Han Changshi hurried forward to restrain him.
"Calm yourself, Old Ancestor. Brother Lin has already gone out. With him there, that old monster Gu shouldn't be able to get his way."
Han Niansan gave him a helpless look. "What the hell do you know!"
He was right about Wei Zhao, make no mistake.
But not because he truly believed Wei Zhao's strength was heaven-defying. It was simply that, by every path of reasoning he had followed, only by attaching himself to Wei Zhao could the Han Princely House hope to survive this calamity.
In the end, Wei Zhao was no mighty pillar in his eyes, but a lucky charm.
Perhaps, once Wei Zhao had grown into his potential, he might be able to cross swords with that old monster Gu. But now? He stood no chance whatsoever.
He had no idea how Wei Zhao had managed to pass through his ancestral-worship formation, but to claim Wei Zhao could deal with that old monster Gu on his own was pure nonsense.
Han Niansan curled his lip. "You still don't grasp the weight of the three words 'old monster Gu.' Let me put it this way: if Wei Zhao can take him down, I'll stand on my head and eat shit right here on the spot."
Everyone's expressions turned strange in unison.
Just then, Wei Zhao's voice rang out. "Stand on your head and eat shit? So you're angling for a free meal, is that it?"
"......"
As they watched Wei Zhao saunter in at an unhurried pace, the entire hall was struck dumb.
Han Niansan rubbed his eyes instinctively, unable to believe it. "You're actually not dead?"
Wei Zhao regarded him with amusement. "Could it be that you're a little disappointed, Senior?"
"No, no, not at all."
Han Niansan waved his hands again and again.
If a moment ago he had still harbored the notion of letting Wei Zhao suffer a bit so as to bring him around to his proposal, now he had no mind to spare for any such thing.
After all, with a formidable foe at the gates, they were grasshoppers bound to the same rope.