Chapter 11628 — Actually, He Just Got Lucky
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Wei Zhao smiled. "Actually, he just got lucky."
The others had no idea what he meant. Most of them, like Han Niansan, assumed he was merely offering some face-saving pleasantry to smooth things over for himself.
Little did they know, Wei Zhao was speaking the plain and simple truth.
Old Monster Gu really had gotten lucky.
To suffer such a severe backlash of fortune and yet not drop dead on the spot—losing only all of his cultivation, with his intelligence regressing to that of a three-year-old child as a mere side effect—such luck was likely one of a kind in all of history.
Only, for Old Monster Gu himself, had he known in advance it would end this way, he probably would have preferred to just die.
Naturally, Han Niansan still did not believe it.
But by now, he had finally caught on, belatedly.
"Hm? The ancestral fortune has stabilized? Could Old Monster Gu really have stopped?"
Wei Zhao did not bother to explain further. Instead, he said, "Let's talk about the ancestral worship formation. I have a proposal—perhaps you'd like to hear it, Senior."
Han Niansan was half-convinced, half-doubtful. "What do you mean?"
Wei Zhao looked toward Chief Steward Han. "How about you let him perform the ancestral rites and become the Han King?"
"Hah?"
This time, it was not just Han Niansan—Chief Steward Han himself was dumbfounded. He instinctively pointed at his own nose. "Me?"
He was, after all, of the Han Princely House's bloodline, though several generations back his branch had already been relegated to a collateral line.
Given his status, under normal circumstances, let alone succeeding as Han King, he could not even set foot through the ancestral shrine's gates; he had no place in the ancestral rites at all.
To be able to burn a stick of incense to the ancestors outside the shrine was already an honor.
Han Niansan frowned. "Are you joking?"
It was not that he held any particular grievance against Chief Steward Han.
Strictly speaking, Chief Steward Han's conduct was hardly outstanding, but compared to that trash Han Jiechen—who bit the hand that fed him and betrayed his own ancestors and clan—he was still far better.
If forced to it, picking the taller among the short, it was not entirely unacceptable.
But if it really came to that, then all the effort he had poured into building this ancestral worship formation—would it not become a joke?
Chief Steward Han himself waved his hands repeatedly. "Brother Lin, don't drag me into this. With a formidable enemy at our gates, we should first think about how to defeat them."
Wei Zhao said seriously, "The enemy is digging in the mud. There's no need to defeat them."
"You're still saying that…"
Han Niansan was rendered utterly speechless.
Wei Zhao thought for a moment, then turned and walked out of the ancestral shrine's main gate. A short while later he dragged a man back in.
Looking at this old fellow—his hands caked in mud, grinning foolishly at everyone he saw—the crowd exchanged bewildered glances.
Han Niansan was completely stunned.
"Old Monster Gu? It really is Old Monster Gu!"
Once he confirmed it, Han Niansan grew excited on the spot. "No mistake about it! He really is Old Monster Gu! Just how did you manage this?"
Wei Zhao replied, "He suffered the backlash of fortune."
"So that's it! Haha, the heavens really do have eyes!"
Han Niansan was overjoyed, never once suspecting what lay behind Wei Zhao's offhand remark.
But that was precisely the effect Wei Zhao had intended.
After that affair at the Nightfall Palace, he was now a figure of demonic repute whom every faction in the Inner Royal Court kept under close watch.
If word spread of today's instant kill of Old Monster Gu as well, there was no doubt he would become the target of all eyes throughout the Inner Royal Court.
Wei Zhao was not afraid, but for what he intended to do next, it would still be a troublesome matter.
The fewer incidents, the better.