Chapter 784: Chapter 783 Mortal Wisdom
Twenty days later, a ssage ca from above, saying that they were ready to relocate.
It was finally ti for the Inner Warehouse Objects, which made everyone breathe a sigh of relief; they had been tornting them for several years now, just waiting to quickly pack up and return to their original slower pace.
It wasn’t that they were highly responsible, but that an absolute order had been issued from above: if soone lost sothing, they had to replace it, and no one could shirk their responsibility.
When it touched on self-interest, everyone couldn’t help but gear up, but just bringing it up was exhausting.
Hou Niao left behind quite a bit of wealth for Manager Zhu, “I might be busy over at Langya Mountain for a while, probably won’t return for a year or two, so you are on your own if you need to make decisions.”
Manager Zhu looked at the wealth Hou Niao had left behind, which clearly exceeded the normal amount, and his old face tightened, “Master… you wouldn’t just abandon us like that, would you?”
Hou Niao sighed, “Of course not, but who can clearly predict what happens in the Cultivation world? I can’t give you an answer right now about how to handle things here, but since you and Cultivation are not related, there’s no need to worry.”
Manager Zhu hesitated for a mont; although he was not a cultivator, at his age, having seen much of life’s warmth and chill, he knew that such abnormal behavior by the master was probably extraordinary,
“What about those people? What will happen to them?”
Hou Niao’s heart stirred, that was yet another secret he hadn’t touched; thus, impersonating soone, especially a cultivator, was exactly why he had to accomplish his goal quickly and leave imdiately—he couldn’t keep up the pretense any longer.
He didn’t know how to answer, for he didn’t even know who those people were.
A mont of kindness had led him to give a little extra wealth, a small flaw that a mortal elder could grasp; humans could be divided into cultivators and mortals, but not so when it ca to wisdom.
His montary hesitation was imdiately caught by the sensitive Manager Zhu, who had followed this master for fifty years, serving from childhood in the Liu residence; so things could not be completely concealed by Cultivation ans.
With a heart as dead as ashes, “You are not the master…”
He finished speaking, then turned and staggered away, looking even older from the back.
Hou Niao stood frozen in place, a whirlwind of thoughts in his mind, the strongest being to commit murder to silence him.
He could find no other way to resolve this leak; it was his first ti ever raising his hand against a mortal—a significant hurdle.
His body involuntarily walked out, toward the empty backyard, where Manager Zhu stood beside the pond in the garden, as if he had picked out his own grave; knowing he couldn’t escape, he hadn’t entertained the thought at all.
His body kneeled at the edge of the pond, not regretting his spoken words that had cornered himself, since at his age as a mortal, walking the final path of life mattered little anymore.
He lacked Divine Sense, yet he knew this fake master would definitely see and hear him,
“This is a secret, those people are actually your relatives, oh, the relatives of Liu Yishou.
He also had a family, although not very progressive, with no talented cultivators among the younger generation; hence, a century ago they changed their surna from Liu to Zhu, aning to hold on… This matter is unknown to outsiders, for it was rather a rare occurrence for the old ancestor to have children, given his youthful indulgences.
You are not him, I’ve always been suspicious, and when I saw your reaction to those people, I knew—it wouldn’t be the normal reaction of the real ancestor.”
Sitting upright on his knees, “The old ancestor had always said, those in their line of work would inevitably face this day, unavoidable; our admonition was never to seek revenge, so you don’t need to tell who you are.
I am also surnad Zhu, the only one who knows your true identity; of course, you can choose to kill , but please spare my Zhu family. I know you have the ans, and if you want to know, I can’t hide anything from you.”
He bowed his head, exposing his neck, “This place is good, there’s no need for a coffin, there’s a crocodile turtle in the pond that has been hungry for a long ti.
The reason I told you all this is because you gave us extra wealth, suggesting you are about to take action at Wu Sect; being able to think of leaving so wealth for us mortals at such a mont, at least shows you are a person with limits, so I dare to request this.
The Liu family is no longer surnad Liu; we now bear the na Zhu.”
Hou Niao looked at the old man, his feelings incredibly complex; he was a person who acted on his impulses, yet he had never expected to be caught in such a dilemma when facing an old mortal.
An elderly man who was extrely shrewd and almost demonically clever.
He had to make a choice, whether to kill Manager Zhu right now to ensure his absolute safety, or to cling to so nebulous ideals.
The forr option would secure his safety now, but in the future, he didn’t know what awaited him—a very mystical matter; the latter would not compromise his Dao Heart, but his imdiate safety was fraught with uncertainty, all dependent on a mortal’s fleeting thought.
Shaking his head, this chaotic world really did not have a single person who was innocent, “Just kill that crocodile turtle; without your old master, there’s no longer a need to arrange such a thing to destroy the evidence.”
Slowly withdrawing from the backyard, he decided to gamble on his luck; before he even got back to the study, he saw in his Divine Sense that Manager Zhu had sighed,
“No, only with my death can they completely bear the surna Zhu, severing all ties with the Cultivation world—I know too much.”
His body slowly slid towards the pond, a short blade plunged completely into his chest… A ripple swiftly approached in the center of the pond, the scent of blood attracting the crocodile turtle.
Hou Niao hit his forehead, done, he had been morally kidnapped by an old mortal.
There might be so issues with his Heart Realm, but his real trouble wasn’t there; the real complication was that this Liu Yishou he was dealing with appeared not to be a straightforward character.
Why would a flourishing cultivator make his descendants change their surna?
What does it an that having such a profession ans facing bad outcos sooner or later? If he were a struggling cultivator forging ahead in the outside world, it would make sense, but he was just a warehouse keeper at the Mountain Gate with no risk; what danger could there be?
Why was there a crocodile turtle in the pond? Was it really necessary?
Why did Manager Zhu say he knew too much, so he had to keep the secret even at the cost of his life?
Liu Yishou, could he have other identities besides being a warehouse keeper?
Could his image of greed and sensuality just be a facade to cover deeper secrets?
If he had known it was such a complicated situation, he wouldn’t have raised his hand against such a person; there were plenty of other targets; what he hated most was being embroiled in inexplicably troubleso matters, his biggest issue was how to form his Flying Sword.
A problem that should have been simple had been complicated by him, yet he did not know where the real issue lay.
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