Chapter 63: After Jing Wang

  As Chu Hao came down from the Jade Bamboo Mountain, he occasionally dispersed his divine sense around him until he reached the city gate, where he finally put down his hanging heart. In his mind, Chen Honghong was extremely weak and scolded: "I almost got killed by you! Didn't you say we were going to escape earlier? But instead, you just showed off your might, my spiritual energy, my golden liquid..."

  "Please understand me, if I didn't do that just now, how could I have thoroughly intimidated those two old foxes? Just now I was flattering and boasting too much, otherwise it would be hard to save face."

  Chen Honghong hummed: "You're right, fine. I'm going to recover my spiritual energy now. Don't bother me for the next three days."

  "You take a good rest." Chu Hao smiled and said, "Now that we have the Black Crystal Ore, we've taken another big step towards repairing the Hunyuan Cauldron." Chen Honghong said, "If it weren't for this, do you think I'd be helping you? I'm the renowned spirit of the Hunyuan Cauldron, not some servant for you to order around!"

  "Yes, yes, yes." Chu Hao broke out in a cold sweat and hastily cut off his connection with Chen Honghong.

  Entering the Ascending Dragon City, it was already noon. Chu Hao's black robe made him somewhat conspicuous in the market, so he thought for a moment and casually entered an alleyway, took off his black robe, and burned it with fire.

  Then it resumed its original appearance and walked out again.

  This shrinking bone technique is one of Chen Honghong's more powerful divine abilities, and can be considered one of the divine abilities that Chen Honghong can currently use. Because of this divine ability that uses spiritual energy to cover the body, even a strong foundation-establishing cultivator like Qing Shan Old Man cannot see through Chu Hao's cultivation.

  He had just put on his brocade clothes with a sword belt and walked out of the alley when a commotion broke out on the street.

  This is Zhuque Street, where business people are usually more numerous. On this street, it's basically the common people and merchants of Beijing who live here, with song and dance houses and wine shops all around. At this moment, under a wine shop, a crowd of people had gathered, blocking off the entire street. Chu Hao listened to the surrounding discussions and suddenly understood that it was another show of a wealthy young master forcefully taking a commoner's daughter.

  Logically speaking, under the emperor's feet, how can it be so lawless and unbridled.

  Unfortunately, it is precisely because of the emperor's feet that people know how cruel this world is. In this place, government offices are the weakest, and even the procuratorate cannot afford to offend some evil young masters and wealthy families.

  Chu Hao felt a bit depressed, since he crossed over to this world, apart from Sun Haoran, basically no one had formed cliques or bullied him, didn't expect that the waves of the Yangtze River would keep coming, with new people emerging one after another.

  Originally, Chu Hao didn't plan to intervene in this matter. He wasn't some kind of chivalrous hero with a hot-blooded and righteous heart, jumping out to take advantage of the situation whenever he saw injustice. The fact that he didn't do so was already very much in line with his character.

  Just then, when he was about to leave by a detour, he inadvertently glanced at the wine building below where the crowd was watching. It's not that he didn't look, but as soon as he did, he suddenly felt happy.

  At this moment, he is playing the role of one of the spoiled young masters. There is someone who is an old acquaintance of his, Nangong Paozi, who was beaten by Sun Haoran not long ago. At this moment, Nangong Jie's face has a manic smile, with his fat cheeks shaking back and forth, as if he had written "I am the bad guy" on his face. There is no trace of the half-hearted embarrassment from that evening.

  Next to Nan Gong Pao Zi, there was a young man around twenty years old, with a similarly ugly appearance, but wearing a bright yellow robe representing the imperial family. He had a lustful smile on his face as he teased a little girl. The little girl wore a hemp garment and although she looked pretty, she couldn't be more than eleven or twelve years old, about the same age as Xiao Die. At this moment, she was being held down by two household slaves, her arms pinned behind her back, her body trembling all over, her face raised upwards with tears streaming down it.

  "Little girl, don't cry, it's just going to the young king's palace for a cup of tea, is that so difficult for you? Ah, ah, look at you now, it really makes people heartbroken... come on, give the young king a smile..." The yellow-robed youth had a lewd smile all over his face, hooking the little girl's chin and teasing her.

  A few meters away, a fifty-year-old old man was pinned against the wall by several strong men in green clothes, struggling with all his might to break through their blockade and rescue his granddaughter who was being molested by the young man in yellow robes. Alas, he was alone and outnumbered, and could not escape the suppression of the strong men. He cried out in desperation, wailing: "Someone, please save us! Heaven, is there still justice...?"

  He hadn't shouted a few sentences before he was slapped several times by that group of family slaves, and he couldn't speak anymore due to coughing.

  The surrounding onlookers were blocked by a group of guards, while Nangong Paozi glanced at the young man in yellow with a hint of flattery, his face full of arrogance, and shouted loudly to the crowd: "You bunch of commoners, what are you looking at? Haven't you ever seen two people in love?"

  Everyone around knew that these two were not easy to mess with. Even seeing the grandfather and grandson in such a miserable state, no one dared to intervene and risk getting themselves into trouble.

  "Prince Nangong, let's go, grab him and take him back to the manor." The yellow-robed prince said to Nangong Jie, although he enjoyed being gazed at by everyone, his lecherous heart was itching to make a move, and naturally didn't want to stay for long.

  Nangong Jie hastily nodded and said, "Alright."

  Just as he was about to let the slaves take action, a yawn came from the extremely quiet crowd, followed by a lazy and mocking voice: "Look at that dog? Your master didn't tie the rope well, and you're allowed to bite people in broad daylight."

  This sarcastic voice came from the quiet crowd, and soon it was heard throughout the entire lower floor of the wine house, making the surroundings even more solemn. Even the little girl forgot to cry, stunned.

  "What the hell..." Nangong Paozi bellowed, his momentum shocking, but when he turned around and saw Chu Hao slowly walking out of the crowd, he immediately fell silent, slowly sneering.

  "Nan Gong Jie, you've really gone too far this time! How dare you do something so despicable on Xiao Wang's turf!" Chu Hao's face wore a cold smile as he walked out slowly, pretending to adjust his robes with an air of self-satisfaction.

  "Your Highness." Nan Gong Jie's lips moved a few times, and he hastily bowed to him. The slaves also knelt down at the same time, bowing to Chu Hao.

  The people around immediately whispered: "Who is that person, why is he more arrogant than Nangong?"

  "You've just arrived in the capital, brother. That's 'Little Overlord', the son of Prince Wei, the most notorious young master in the capital!" Another person gave a thumbs up and made a zipping motion with his hand, whispering, "Don't ask anymore, this is definitely going to be fun."

  "So this is Little Overlord, indeed overbearing enough." The man muttered a few words, and suddenly the surroundings knelt down in unison.

  Chu Hao felt fine, but didn't know that his "Little Overlord" reputation had been misinterpreted. He stared with his eyes wide open at the young man in yellow robes, but did not kneel down, only slightly collecting the vile expression on his face as he looked at Chu Hao, this uninvited guest.

  "King's brother." Just as Chu Hao was about to scold the person with the air of a noble, that person suddenly spoke up, leaving Chu Hao stunned.

  King's younger brother?

  Chu Hao carefully sized up this young man in yellow robes for a moment, and finally remembered that he was the son of King Jing, with the title of Duke Chu Yuming!

  King Jing was a king two generations older than Chu Yunfei, who had the reputation of "killing three officials with two peaches" and eliminated the three most powerful officials of the Cloud Empire at that time. However, when it came to Chu Yuming's generation, there were no achievements, although he had imperial favor, his title naturally declined, and he became a duke king. To say that he was also an imperial son and grandson, with a direct bloodline.

  However, as for this King Jing of Chu Yueming, Chu Hao seemed to have met him once when he was ten years old. However, he had never paid attention to this person before, although he had the hereditary title of Wangsun, but he was just an incompetent person, and it was said that he came from his fiefdom to the capital two months ago, and now lives in the mansion outside the Sixth Prince's palace, and is just a spendthrift.

  "It was Brother Wang after all." Chu Hao cupped his hands, still looking calm and collected. He had a few doubts in his heart, after all, this Jing Wang and Nan Gong were not on the same level, so how could they be together at this moment?

  Moreover, it seems that Nan Gong Jie is extremely fond of this prince, apparently this kid has abandoned the Ninth Prince and defected to the Sixth Prince's side.

  Chu Hao seemed to have greeted Chu Yueming, then lightly looked at Nan Gongjie, a smile on his face that was not quite a smile, and said: "Nan Gong young master, which act are you performing now? Are you rehearsing for the Lantern Festival performance?"

  Nan Gong Jie felt extremely depressed, never expecting to run into this jinx here. At the previous auction, he had luckily managed to buy a Red Color Dan and gave it to his own grandmother. But having to sing with courtesans at the Flower Lantern Festival, and what's more, being paired with one of them, still made him anxious.

  At this moment, when Chu Hao spoke out, Nangong Jie smiled awkwardly and said, "Young Master Wang is joking."

  Chu Hao ignored the meeting and walked slowly to Nan Gong's side, sniffed and exclaimed: "Nan Gong, you smell so fragrant! Did you apply floral powder?"

  Nan Gong Jie's chubby face was extremely embarrassed, and he forced himself to say: "Your Highness, this is the powder on my wife's body. As a man of seven feet tall, how could I do such feminine things? Please don't tease me, Young Master Wang."

  Chu Hao wouldn't let him off, this person wasn't the little prince's lackey anymore, but in the past he often relied on the little prince to bully others and come up with some despicable ideas. Chu Hao nodded and patted his collar, saying: "Well, Little Wang said so, even if you've applied perfume, I can still smell a stench of human trash."

  This remark made Nan Gongjie's face turn into a pig liver color immediately.

  Chu Hao ignored him and continued to look at the little girl who was lying on the ground, sobbing, and the old man beside her who was staring blankly at himself. He said calmly, "You can leave now." Nan Gong Jie didn't dare say anything, but Chu Yu Ming's face changed color. Chu Hao's behavior was as if he didn't take this Jing Wang seriously at all.

  "Hold on." Chu Yueming actually looked quite good, but in Chu Hao's eyes, he was nothing. He saw him smile and had the two guards stop the little girl who was about to leave, turned his head to look at Chu Hao and said: "Is King Di planning to intervene in this matter of King Ge?"

  Chu Hao's reputation as a prodigy had spread throughout the capital, and he naturally wouldn't let this title fade away. He looked at Chu Yueming with a hint of indifference and said, "What? Brother Wang doesn't plan on giving Little King some face?"

  "Now, King Di is the famous 'Little Overlord' in the empire, with a bright future ahead of him. How could King Gong possibly compare to King Di?" The words were full of sarcasm, and Chu Yueming smiled coldly, saying: "However, if you want me to let you go, there's one more condition."

  "Brother Wang, speak frankly." Chu Hao said calmly.

  "King's younger brother's name has long been known far and wide, King's elder brother is not talented, he himself acknowledges that since childhood he has practiced martial arts with some skill, plus the Wang brothers have not seen each other for a long time, why don't we cross swords. Regardless of winning or losing, King's elder brother will give you this face, let them go." Chu Yueming's face smiled extremely provocatively, and finally said slowly: "How about it?"

  Chu Hao's face sank, and he sized up Chu Yuming for a moment. The latter was actually an eighth-level Bone Refining martial artist!

  He narrowed his eyes slightly: "Oh?"