Douluo Continent: You become gods, I become immortals

Chapter 59 Little Cotton-padded Jacket!

"I can cure your daughter!"

Zhang Qingxuan's earth-shattering words resounded like thunder in the silent orange grove, instantly halting the Golden Crocodile Offering's departing steps.

The Golden Crocodile Douluo, who had already taken several steps, suddenly stopped and turned around at a speed that was difficult to detect with the naked eye.

Those wrinkled yet still sharp eyes suddenly shone with astonishing brilliance, fixed intently on Zhang Qingxuan, her voice trembling slightly with extreme excitement and anticipation: "Brother Qingxuan, what—what did you just say! Say it again!"

His tone was full of hope, as if he wanted to confirm what he had just heard!

Even Jin Ting, who had been keeping her head down, suddenly raised her head upon hearing this. An incredulous look appeared on her pale face, and her hopeful gaze, like a drowning person grasping at the last straw, was fixed firmly on Zhang Qingxuan.

There is still hope for my illness!

Zhang Qingxuan met the two burning gazes with a calm expression, even one of taking it for granted. He pointed at Jin Ting and clearly repeated, "I said, I can heal her. I can heal her injuries."

"Brother Qingxuan! My own brother! Why didn't you say so sooner!" The Golden Crocodile Elder practically teleported to Zhang Qingxuan's side. His previous resolute and tragic image of leaving was completely gone, replaced by an almost fawning and ingratiating smile. He was a completely different person from a moment ago.

"Look at the mess this has made! If I'd known you were capable, none of this misunderstanding would have happened. We're all family, right?"

"You didn't even ask!" Zhang Qingxuan rolled his eyes, bluntly pointing out the other person's embarrassment.

"Uh...hehe, yes, yes, it's my fault, it's my fault!"

Golden Crocodile chuckled twice, not caring at all, and quickly glanced at the compensation list, his attitude making a complete 180-degree turn.

"Then regarding the compensation—do you think we could postpone it? Or—"

Zhang Qingxuan's lips curled into a half-smile as he extended a finger and lightly tapped the astonishing array of rare and precious items on the list: "Take it easy? Absolutely!"

"Really!" Golden Crocodile Douluo's eyes lit up.

"Of course it's true, but! Whatever percentage of the compensation listed on this list is given, I'll contribute the corresponding amount during treatment, calculated according to the price!"

After speaking, Zhang Qingxuan gave Golden Crocodile Douluo a "charitable" smile. Upon hearing this, Golden Crocodile Douluo looked at the list, then at his daughter who was still pale beside him. He gritted his teeth and stomped his foot, vividly portraying his pained yet helpless expression.

"Here you go! I'll give it to you! Even if it means going bankrupt, I'll scrape together the money for you!"

Deep down, he couldn't help but lament, "A well-behaved, sensible, and caring daughter is truly a pillar of support in my old age!"

"As for that brat Jin Feng who only knows how to cause trouble all day long, how can he compare to my daughter? I'll have to rely on Ting'er to take care of him in his old age and see him off in his final days!"

Not far away, Jin Feng, who had witnessed the whole thing and was initially filled with despair because his father didn't want him, found his lips twitching uncontrollably, his mind screaming:

[Why is there such a huge difference in treatment! They'd go bankrupt for their daughter, but they just turn around and leave when it comes to me. This isn't fair!]

Meanwhile, in Wuhun City, at the Papal Palace.

Pope Qian Xunji sat high on his throne, a secret report clutched in his hand. His brow furrowed, he looked worriedly at his trusted advisors below: "The Golden Crocodile Pavilion Master, did he not clash with Zhang Qingxuan? What was the outcome?"

"Your Majesty, there was no fighting; it was just a misunderstanding, and both sides have already cleared things up." The confidant respectfully reported what he had seen and heard in detail.

Upon hearing this, Qian Xunji breathed a long sigh of relief and patted his chest: "That's good, that's good! I was really afraid that these two powder kegs might impulsively start a fight."

A terrifying image flashed through his mind: if Golden Crocodile Douluo and Zhang Qingxuan, whose strength was unknown, were to fight recklessly, the Spirit Hall would inevitably be in turmoil and there would be no peace.

On one side is the loyal and powerful Golden Crocodile family; on the other side is the selfless family that once solved a crisis for the Spirit Hall.

The Li family, which has contributed a huge amount of wealth, would be a heavy blow to the Spirit Hall if any part of them were to suffer losses.

"But—" The confidant changed the subject, his face showing difficulty.

"Just what? What other problems are there?" Qian Xunji's heart skipped a beat, and a strong sense of unease rose within him.

"Zhang Qingxuan simply demanded all the rare treasures listed on the inventory from Golden Crocodile Douluo as compensation for this misunderstanding."

The confidant swallowed hard and forced himself to continue, "Moreover—when the Golden Crocodile Elder left the orange grove, his face was as pale as paper, his steps were unsteady, and he seemed unable to even walk—"

"Me!" Qian Xunji blurted out, instantly understanding what had happened—this old fox Jin E had probably been ripped off by that brat Zhang Qingxuan!

Just then, a guard rushed in from outside the hall to report: "Your Holiness the Pope, the Golden Crocodile Escort requests an audience, saying that—"

Without even thinking, Qian Xunji interrupted, "Just say I'm not here!"

He would rather hide from that old man's jaw than face the risk of being extorted.

"Yes!" The guard accepted the order and withdrew with a wry smile.

Outside the Papal Palace, Golden Crocodile Douluo looked at the guards who came out and asked in a deep voice, "Is His Holiness the Pope here? I have urgent business."

The guard, steeling himself, replied as the Pope had instructed, "Second High Priest, His Majesty—is not here."

Golden Crocodile Douluo narrowed his eyes, stretched his limbs, and his joints cracked slightly. His tone was threatening: "Is that so? Then go and inform them that I have something very urgent that concerns the future of the Spirit Hall. You'd better think carefully before you speak."

The guard immediately broke out in a cold sweat. On one side was the supreme Pope, and on the other side was the powerful and influential Second Elder. He couldn't afford to offend either side!

In a moment of quick thinking, he cleared his throat and shouted, "Second Elder! His Holiness the Pope did indeed say he is not here!"

Golden Crocodile Douluo paused for a moment, gave the guard a deep look, and thought to himself: [You're quite clever, kid, you've found a way to save face.]

However, he did not make things difficult for the other party. He simply snorted coldly, took a deep look at the majestic Papal Palace, and turned to leave.

As the sun sets, its afterglow bathes the Papal Palace in a warm golden light.

After finishing her business, Qian Xunji dragged her tired body back to her private palace. The moment she pushed open the door, she froze on the spot.

Golden Crocodile Douluo sat leisurely in his room, holding a cup of hot tea. Seeing him enter, he looked up and gave a meaningful smile: "Little Ji, you're back? You've kept me waiting!"

Upon witnessing this scene, Qian Xunji felt a chill run down his spine, a cold sensation shooting from the soles of his feet to the top of his head. He knew in his heart that something was wrong:

Oh no, they've come to our door demanding money!