Chapter Nineteen: Fallen Feathers

  "Wu Tong big brother, what are you spacing out for?" Seeing Wu Tong's dazed expression, Erlin and Sanmu, who were in the midst of teasing Nie Kong, couldn't help but call out.

  "Wu Tong suddenly woke up with a start, his hand holding the small jade bottle trembling slightly, looking at Nie Kong in disbelief. How could he possibly get real Rejuvenating Dew?"

  "What's this? Bring it here!"

  Seeing this, Nie Feng's heart couldn't help but rise with a bad premonition, and he whispered. Wu Tong didn't dare to be slow, and quickly handed over the bottle.

  A fragrance wafts into the nostrils, and inside the bottle is a milky white liquid, just like "Huichunlu".

  There was no need to try, just from the thick spiritual energy emanating from the bottle mouth, Nie Fengxing knew that this "Huishenlu" was genuine, and its quality surpassed the one he gave to Huamei. If this bottle of Huishenlu were to be sold, it would be worth at least 15,000 gold coins.

  Won't it be another futile trip today? Nie Feng's face turned pale, and the fierce anger in his chest burned even more fiercely. The fingers holding the jade bottle were slightly white at the joints.

  Er Lang's leg kicked up, and Nie Kong sat down on the edge of the bed with a smile, reminding him in a gentle tone: "Be careful, if you crush the bottle, I won't be responsible."

  "Alright, all right!"

  Nie Feng squeezed out a few words from between his teeth, glaring fiercely at Nie Kong for a moment before shifting his gaze to Wu Tong and the others, his expression extremely unpleasant.

  Originally, seeing Nie Kong gradually reveal a humble and submissive appearance, Nie Feng Xing's heart was quite enjoyable. However, when this bottle of Rejuvenating Dew came out, he suddenly realized that in front of Nie Kong, the few of them were like monkeys jumping up and down, proudly showing off their red buttocks.

  The three Wu Tong men were no longer as arrogant as before, under Nie Feng's angry gaze that seemed to want to kill them. They all shut up like cicadas in winter, not even daring to take a deep breath, preparing to bear the brunt of Third Young Master's stormy anger. To be sure, before coming, they had sworn to guarantee that Nie Kong would absolutely not produce 10,000 gold coins to buy back the Rejuvenating Dew, now that Third Young Master was enraged, he would definitely vent his anger on their heads.

  "Nie Kong, I underestimated you." Unexpectedly, Nie Feng Xing's gaze quickly returned to Nie Kong, and he smiled.

  "It's too kind of you."

  Nie Kong's expression remained calm.

  He was very clear that in the eyes of Nie Feng Xing, he was like a fish waiting to be slaughtered on the chopping board. But now, with one slash from Nie Feng Xing's knife, this fish not only didn't have its skin torn open and flesh exposed, but instead splashed water droplets all over his face, carrying the smell of raw fish. How could he let it go so easily?

  As expected, Nie Feng's expression changed instantly, his voice cold and stern like a gust of dark wind from the nine hells: "Unfortunately, even if you return the 'Hui Chun Lu', it's useless. I have a receipt here that Hua Mei wrote when she borrowed the 'Hui Chun Lu', black ink on white paper, who can deny it?"

  Nie Feng unfolded a white paper with crooked and twisted handwriting, swooshing it in the air, then nodded to Wu Tong: "Read it out loud."

  What a reversal of fortune!

  "Yes!"

  Wu Tong was overjoyed, hastily took the paper from Nie Fengxing's hand and read aloud: "Today, I, Wu Tong, borrow one bottle of 'Hui Chun Lu' from Nie Fengxing. If it is not returned within three days, I will be liable for the debt and become a slave or servant, subject to Nie Fengxing's will! Huamei! Tianling Liujiusan Nian Jiuyue Ershisan Ri."

  Nie Feng said with narrowed eyes: "Wu Tong, what day is today?"

  Wu Tong glanced at Nie Kong and smiled, bowing his head: "Reporting to Third Young Master, today is already the 28th, two days past the deadline."

  "Hmph."

  Watching the two sing and harmonize, Nie Kong couldn't help but chuckle, coughing a few times before saying, "Third Young Master, are you certain this is my sister-in-law's handwritten IOU?"

  Nie Feng Xing took the IOU and shook it in front of Nie Kong, sneering: "Can the handwriting on this be fake? Even if the handwriting is fake, can't the fingerprint be forged?"

  Wu Tong added in agreement: "There's evidence to prove it, from now on Huamei will be Third Young Master's, even if it's brought up at the Elder's Council, nothing can change that."

  Nie Kong wasn't in a hurry, smiling as he said: "I'll ask again, is this really written by my sister-in-law's own hand?" When saying the two words 'own hand', Nie Kong's tone became heavier.

  "Of course."

  Nie Feng's expression was confident and triumphant, as if he had already won.

  Nie Kong looked at Nie Feng Xing with a sympathetic gaze and chuckled, saying: "Third Master, I forgot to tell you that my sister-in-law had amnesia before she married into our family. She forgot many things from the past, even how to write characters. Now, the only two words she can write are 'flower eyebrows'."

  "What?"

  Nie Feng's expression changed suddenly. Wu Tong, Er Lin and San Mu were also speechless with anger, the most favorable evidence had unexpectedly become a waste of paper.

  "You say she can't write and won't write, who believes that?"

  Nie Kong said with a good heart: "This point is also known to the Ninth Elder who presided over my brother's and sister-in-law's wedding, perhaps Third Young Master can go find him to verify."

  Nine Elders?

  At the sound of these three words, Wu Tong, who was about to retort, shut his mouth.

  Nie Feng's face turned alternately pale and red, he suddenly stood up and said in a low voice: "Nie Kong, you have guts, this young master has never suffered such a big loss in over 20 years."

  Nie Kong didn't mince words either, coldly laughing: "Of course I have a way, unlike some people who deceive my sister into signing her name on a blank paper and pressing her handprint, then without even understanding the situation, they forge a so-called IOU based on those two characters' handwriting. What's inside their brain is dog shit?"

  "You!"

  Nie Feng had never been insulted like this before, he was so angry that his vision went black, and his face swelled up like a monkey's buttocks.

  Wu Tong saw this and secretly rejoiced, hurriedly displaying the characteristics of a dog leg, ferociously scolding: "Nie Kong, you dare to scold Third Young Master?"

  Er Lin and San Mu clenched their fists and rolled up their sleeves, eager to try.

  "What's wrong, want to fight?"

  Nie Kong sneered and said, the atmosphere in the room became tense, on the verge of exploding.

  "Haha, it's so lively here."

  A loud and clear laughter came, and a middle-aged man with a full beard walked in from the door, who was Nie Qingfeng, the guardian of the Lingyao Hall.

  Nie Kong was slightly surprised and stood up, cupping his hands in greeting: "Greetings, Uncle Qingfeng." The three Wu Tong disciples were startled and quickly hid behind Nie Feng's back.

  Nie Feng had originally wanted to take advantage of the situation and receive a scolding after the fact, allowing Wu Tong and others to seize the opportunity to cause trouble and severely beat up Nie Kong. But Nie Qingfeng's sudden appearance made him lose all hope of achieving his goal, and he felt increasingly stifled in his heart. This time, he had truly fallen into his own trap.

  "Go!"

  Nie Feng took a deep breath, his face darkening as he strode out of the house in large steps. As he left, he gave Nie Kong a cold, sidelong glance, his eyes revealing a hint of murderous intent.

  Wu Tong, Er Lin and San Mu followed closely behind.

  At the gate of the courtyard, Hua Mei stared blankly for a moment as Nie Feng Xing and Wu Tong disappeared around the corner of the alley, then suddenly her face turned pale with anxiety, she lifted her skirt with her jade hand and rushed towards Nie's empty bedroom in three strides.

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