Who is spreading rumors that my filial piety towards them has changed?

He instinctively wanted to say something to refute Di Shudie, but fearing the extraordinary woman would hear, he dared not speak. Once the woman's figure had completely disappeared, he heard Di Shudie say she wanted to ask that senior woman for guidance, and then add a few sarcastic remarks. These few muttered words, however, ignited Di Shudie's anger.

"Wang Fei, what's wrong with you lately? You're acting like a hermaphrodite, spouting strange things all day long. That's a senior on our cultivation path! It's one thing for you to be wary of a little boy, but when I wanted to ask a senior woman for guidance, you had a big problem with it. How have you become so humble? Afraid of this and that, do you have a problem with me or someone else?"

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PS: The previous chapter did not enter... The original plan was to write about the male protagonist blowing up the demoness's back door until she begged for mercy and confessed the information, but I suddenly felt that this was inappropriate, so I realized in time and made a patch, defining that description as fantasy.

Mainly patches XD

Chapter 160 Choosing Him as King

After using more than a dozen bottles of the potion of forgetfulness, Chu Mingkong estimated that he was almost done for. Worried that he might have nowhere to shift the blame, he left a sarcastic letter and hid it in the bewitching incense girl's bodice.

She didn't know how much time had passed when she woke up from the dream. She found herself bound up, and the way the ropes were tied was extremely shameful. The ropes passed between her breasts and were also tied around her vaginal opening.

Bewitching Incense was momentarily bewildered: "I... what's my name again? It sounds like Bewitching Incense? Why am I in this state? Was I humiliated by the Holy Son candidate, or did I lose to someone in a battle?"

Having broken free from her bonds, Mi Hun Xiang noticed something unusual in her clothes. She loosened her collar, reached into her bodice, and pulled out a piece of paper from between her breasts. Unfolding it, she saw it covered in illegible handwriting.

[I am the Fifth Prince of the Heavenly Pole Empire, and this little vixen dared to defile my esteemed body! How ignorant! Considering this is your first offense, I will spare your life.]

"The Fifth Prince...?"

The memories of the Bewitching Incense were in complete disarray. She could barely recall who she was and about the Rakshasa Society, but she had no recollection of ever having any conflict with the Fifth Prince of the Heavenly Empire.

"We need to investigate this Fifth Prince and find out what he did to me!"

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Chu Mingkong found Gu Mei again. The woman was looking at the information transmitted from the space, holding a wine cup in her hand. Her movements were elegant, as if she was savoring fine wine. She had what Chu Mingkong understood as "petit-bourgeois sentiment" and "upper-class air".

Judging from the smell alone, the wine bottle contained medicinal herbs that promote longevity, somewhat like the goji berry infusion that middle-aged people drink.

Gu Mei's current situation is similar to that of Grandpa Cui. Their age and physical condition no longer allow them to prolong their lifespan with medicine. They have developed resistance to ordinary medicines. If they want to live another life, they would have to obtain some peerless medicine or break through a major realm.

Otherwise, drinking more herbal infusions is just psychological comfort.

"Anxiang, how's the investigation into your disciple's whereabouts going?" Chu Mingkong asked.

"Hmph!" Gu Mei sneered, her eyes behind the demon mask looking at the other party with mockery and disdain, and said, "Hua Xiuluo is really good at staying in the fight. She just finished dealing with the Bewitching Incense and she's already thinking about my disciple."

"The incense was too strong; she fainted in no time. I just inquired about your disciple's reputation, and I'm even more eager for this thorny flower named Fengying. If you're not going to make a move, I'm going into seclusion to cultivate; I don't have time to waste on this pretense."

Even if Lord Earth Demon blames me then, I will argue my case and tell you how you acted perfunctorily and wasted my time.

The paper in Gu Mei's hand flew to Chu Mingkong's face. The paper recorded Gu Mei's process of gathering information with another unknown person. They were written in alternating lines, looking very much like a chat log.

Chu Mingkong was initially intrigued by this method of communication, as it was far more convenient than the restrictive viewing stone. However, he was quickly drawn to the message on the paper, where a new line of text suddenly appeared:

"The traitor Fengying contacted us to inquire about the whereabouts of the White Tiger Totem Altar. She has a genuine Azure Thunder White Tiger Totem Jade. I wonder if she has found a candidate and wants to support someone as king."

The one who calls Feng Ying a traitor, could they be a remnant of that tribe from back then? Gu Mei even has a lover in that tribe; it seems all intelligence comes from approval...

It mentions that Fengying has been searching for the whereabouts of this so-called White Tiger Totem Altar. Could this be the reason why she has been missing for so long?

Chu Mingkong wasn't sure if asking directly would give him away, so he resorted to indirect questioning, asking about vague and ambiguous details:

"Anxiang, does your disciple possess a piece of jade with a blue thunder and white tiger totem?"

“That’s right. Most of the totem jade should be in our hands. Although some are still among the major tribes, there shouldn’t be any totem jade scattered outside. This traitor must have obtained a totem jade from somewhere…”

Suddenly, a burst of wild, frenzied laughter erupted from Gu Mei's throat. She seemed to have thought of something, threw her head back, and laughed loudly. After a long pause, she finally spoke:

"Could it be that this brat is some backup plan for the Prince of Xiling? He couldn't make it in the Tianji Empire, so he came to the Crescent Moon Kingdom and became a minor king? Even if someone like him, who has no roots, really becomes king, won't he still have to offer tributes to the Tianji Emperor? Isn't that just like changing his identity and continuing to be someone else's son?"

Chu Mingkong: "..."

You're definitely not getting any good juice, Gu Mei. I'll remember this grudge you inflicted on me, and I'll make you experience the power of Tiger Balm later!

Could it be that Feng Ying's plan was really the same as Gu Mei's? If that were the case, Chu Mingkong would feel quite helpless. She ran away without a word, actually to find him a way out...

You should have said so earlier. Why did you have to come back alone like this?

Gu Mei was right. Even if he became the king of this tiny place, it wouldn't make a difference. The forces and tribes here were too mixed, and it would be impossible to unite them. By the time he became the king, the internal situation would be in chaos, and he would still have to pay tribute to the "friendly" Tianji Empire, making him a laughing stock.

But now that we know the specific information about the Kazekage, that's already the best news!

Chu Mingkong asked another question out of curiosity:

"Is it possible that Feng Ying really has a chance to help the Prince of Xiling become the king here, thus affecting the plans of you gentlemen?"

Gu Mei waved her hand confidently and said with certainty:

“There is absolutely no such possibility. It was already a great difficulty for me to find three altars for our Rakshasa Society. Now all the altars have been occupied. They are not in our hands, but in the hands of those large tribes. Fengying only has a totem jade as a ‘key’, but it cannot find the door and is of no use at all.”

This will only give her clues and allow me to track her movements at any time. How foolish! She's completely forgotten how I taught her to conceal her tracks!

That's a good thing they exposed their tracks!

Over the years, Chu Mingkong had sent people to inquire about Feng Ying's whereabouts, hoping to find this top-notch assassin sister, apologize, and continue being good friends, but her whereabouts were too well hidden.

The fear now is that she won't reveal any clues about her whereabouts.

"Now that we know their whereabouts, when shall we set off?" Chu Mingkong asked impatiently.

Gu Mei, however, wanted to use this opportunity to get closer to Hua Xiuluo again. What she really wanted from Hua Xiuluo was the cultivation technique for combining bodies, which was rumored to have the effect of prolonging life.

Her hand reached for Hua Xiuluo's things, trying to seduce him, but Chu Mingkong took a small step back and slapped her hand away.

He said righteously, "Please have some self-respect!"

Are you kidding me? If I let you touch the size, wouldn't that expose my identity?

You just got ripped off by the Soul-Soothing Incense, and you still want to try again?

Chapter 161 The Messenger

The Thunder Tiger Tribe is currently the most powerful tribe on the White Tiger Plain, as evidenced by its use of "Tiger" in its name. It has absorbed many powerful groups, from small-time wandering refugees to larger tribes or forces that have fled here.

A woman draped in a cloak emerged from a sheep-herding village in the Lei Hu tribe.

The sandstorm from the grasslands was strong, bending the long grass with a single gust. The wind blew against the woman's body, and the cloak clung to her alluring figure, outlining her hot and sexy curves. She had a slender waist and wide hips, round and full, yet she also possessed the wild and mysterious charm of a woman from the Old Moon Empire.

An elderly woman named Luozan emerged from the village. She was the wife of the former chief of the small tribe. After the chief died, no new chief was elected, and she became the most prestigious person. Although the tribe had been merged into the Lei Hu tribe, they still lived in small groups, with Luozan as their leader.

"Fengying, it's been a long time. Everyone in the tribe misses you, especially after the disaster that happened to the tribe. We cherish every member of the tribe even more now. Let's sit down and get together with everyone from back then. Even now, when the men in the village talk to their children about the past, they all say that there was a beautiful girl who was like the wind."

Fengying turned around, without removing her hood, so Luozan could only see the lower half of her face. A faint smile graced her face, suggesting joy at the reunion with family and friends in her homeland. She shook her head.

"No, I have important things to do, so I won't disturb Aunt Luo Zan and everyone else's lives."

Her figure gradually faded into the distance, as if she had suddenly vanished without a trace. The eagle that had been watching her movements in the sky lost its target and circled aimlessly in the blue sky before finally being forced to return to the shepherd's village.

Meanwhile, Fengying returned to the Shepherd Village. Her appearance was merely to mislead Luo Zan and see if she would make contact with Gu Mei, thereby drawing Gu Mei out.

It seemed like her whereabouts had been exposed, but in reality, she was luring her target to appear.

Luo Zan spoke in animal language, communicating with the eagle on her shoulder. Upon learning that she had lost Feng Ying, her attitude changed drastically. She muttered curses and swears:

"That shameless brat! She ran so fast! She must be feeling guilty!"

She put down the eagle, took out a drum made from a wild animal skull, went out of the room and banged it for a while. The "bang bang bang" sound summoned the villagers out.

"Come out, everyone, let's talk!" she urged impatiently.

As people went from house to house, many emerged. Compared to their younger days, they were much thinner, though muscles were still visible. However, these were muscles that had been built up from being thin; it was rare to see the robust, muscular physiques of yesteryear in the village.

Now, the only one left in the village who is still quite plump is probably Luo Zan.

"What's the matter? Why did you call us out in such a hurry?" someone complained, annoyed.

"What's the rush? Would I call you out if it wasn't something serious?!" Luo Zan cursed. Seeing that almost everyone had arrived, she paced back and forth like an overseer managing slaves and said, "Two things, listen carefully."

“Alright, Aunt Luo Zan, you go ahead and say it!” said a tall, thin man, holding the hand of a little boy.

Hidden in the shadows, Feng Ying looked at the man and vaguely recognized him from his face. It seemed to be the boy, Latin, who had given her directions to find the Prince of Xiling to get the [Steel-Cutting] back then.

The child from back then was even stronger than he is now. After many years, he has become a father. The child he is holding has a nose and eyes that look a lot like his back then, but he is not as strong as his father was back then.

Logically speaking, once a tribe joins the Thunder Tiger tribe, they should at least have some security. Why are they so emaciated, like famine refugees?

Rozan held up two fingers and said:

"First of all, the scourge Fengying, who led the murderer into our tribe, has returned. She caused the deaths of so many men in the tribe, including your former chief. If she ever secretly comes back to find you, do not disturb her. Tell me immediately! She is plotting something that will harm the Lei Hu tribe. If the higher-ups blame us, we will lose our place of refuge!"

The second thing is that it's time to offer sacrifices to the elders of the Lei Hu tribe. They protect the peace of our village, and everyone should be grateful!

"Huh? Didn't we just make offerings a while ago? We sent over several head of livestock that were growing very well!" someone complained.

“It’s because it’s an elder’s birthday. He didn’t ask us for any gifts, but we can’t leave without giving something!” Luo Zan said logically, then looked at Latin: “Latin, did you roast a lamb? Take it to the adults and see if they can allocate a few more spots for our village to learn totem kung fu.”

Latin looked at his son in his arms, troubled:

"But... that was half a roasted lamb prepared for my son's birthday. We only get to eat good meat once in a long while."

“What do you mean? Your son suffers a little so that the whole village can benefit. Right now, only your family can afford to provide sheep. You can’t be so selfish! At his age, it doesn’t matter how much he eats! What if the higher-ups blame us? Do you want the whole village to suffer because of your selfishness and not be protected? Look at all these years, thanks to the protection of the Lei Hu tribe, have we ever experienced such a terrible disaster as back then?”

Faced with the villagers' gazes, Latin looked at the grievance in his son's eyes, but there was nothing he could do.

“Fine…” he said through gritted teeth.

The village gathering ended, and the half-roasted lamb was delivered to Aunt Luozan's house. She carried the roasted lamb, pretending to give it to an adult of a higher rank, but actually found a place to enjoy it alone.

She devoured the mutton, her lips smeared with grease, her mind filled with anger as she thought of Feng Ying and the men who had praised her in the past.

"That slut, she's got a pretty face and she's always seducing men. None of those men are any good. They all say how great she is, but in the end, wasn't it her who brought the murderer from Xiling back and killed my husband and so many other brainless men? They deserve it!"

My husband is unreliable; in the end, I have to rely on myself!

After they had almost finished eating, Gu Mei contacted them. Luo Zan took a piece of paper from his clothes with his greasy hands, and Gu Mei's message appeared on it.

Gu Mei inquired about Feng Ying's whereabouts.

Just as Luo Zan was about to reply to Gu Mei, saying that Feng Ying had already escaped, a gleaming saw-like dagger was pressed against Luo Zan's bloated neck.

Feng Ying's voice rang out beside her. The faint smile on the lips of this elusive woman had vanished, leaving only indifference.

"Reply to her that Fengying is visiting the village and is about to leave, and tell her to come over quickly."