Chapter 293 - This Young Master Is Probably Hopeless
Du Shuren sat upright on a wooden chair and held a cup of hot tea in an orderly manner.
She took a sip of the tea and looked outside nervously.
The guards guarding the door were dressed in the same black uniform and the iconic Asura pattern of the Devil Cult was drawn behind them, indicating that this place was the territory controlled by the Devil Cult.
If not for the slip of paper, Du Shuren's natural trust in Guo Fan, and the passer-by's unconcealable trust, in the face of these people's doubts, questions, and even threats, they were still loyal to their duty. They said that the Prefecture Master was currently in No-Shadow Cliff discussing matters with the devil religion's Saint Messenger. Yuan Bailang, Xi He and the others would never let their young patriarch take the risk.
Even so, at this moment, these people surrounded the weak Du Shuren tightly. It seemed to be especially crowded in this room, and even a little funny.
Along the way, it was Si Lanyue who came over. Under good advice, Du Shuren also opened her mouth. At least they each found a stool to sit on, otherwise they would really be like door-gods.
But if they were inside, they would not want to laugh. They would only feel dignified. These people were the ‘bodyguards' of the young patriarch and their cultivation was naturally not bad. At this moment, they were ready to fight and sat in a circle. Their imposing manner. Ling Ran was oppressive. He forced the guards outside the door to sweat.
Fortunately, these people were from the Devil Cult. They had received brainwashing training since they were young, and their willpower was not ordinary. Even so, they still stood outside the door without moving.
Xi He was younger, and he could tell from the suggestions he gave Du Shuren from the front. He could also tell that she was quite lively. At this moment, he glanced outside. He mumbled that he was bored, but then he turned around and shook his legs. She said in a low voice, “Young master, is the man you mentioned really that powerful?”
“Yes, not only is he powerful, but he is also a good person.”
Du Shuren lightly smiled and thought of the time when the young man was in the Xie Manor. Facing her grandfather and Mister Xie, he was neither humble nor humble. After being targeted by her grandfather, she only took a small revenge. In the end, not only did she give it to him, but she also gave it to him. And he even gave them one more.
Although the bad-tempered Mister Xie had given Guo Fan a whole pile of painting scrolls, if it was a narrow-minded person, he would definitely have swaggered off and used this to anger Du ZhenKang for threatening him back then.
When the young man threw the scroll at the end, Du Shuren did not ignore the look he gave her. She even remembered it in her heart. If not for this look, Du ZhenKang would not have teased his granddaughter.
As she spoke, she felt guilty and did not say anything.
The few people in the room looked at each other with a tacit understanding. They all felt that this young patriarch was probably hopeless.
The two girls, one big and one small, laughed and played for a while. Even the atmosphere in the room eased up quite a bit. That middle-aged man and Yuan Bailang were both elders, looking at their lively appearance. They glanced at each other and revealed helpless and doting smiles.
The one with the highest cultivation base in this group was Yuan Bailang. Previously, the Snowflake Mansion's spies had reported that there were Physical Integration Period experts among these people. They were referring to him. In fact, the person called Uncle Bai had a cultivation base of Seventh Order Fusion Stage.
Furthermore, his surname was Yuan, and he was Du Shuren's father's younger brother, Du Shuren's uncle. The middle-aged man was an old official who had followed Du ZhenKang for a long time, but later on, his internal injuries were severe. His cultivation had regressed to the peak of the Void Refinement realm, so he could only play the role of a guard.
This Xi He, on the other hand, had the surname of Yuan, and was Du Shuren's cousin. He had studied the geography and customs of the Middle Continent, as well as the art of palanquin. Finding the location of the Nirvana Secret Realm was mostly because of her.
These few people were all people with profound cultivation bases and had never been disloyal. Otherwise, how could Du ZhenKang be at ease and let his granddaughter go to the Middle Continent?
The reason why they came here was because of Du Shuren's grandfather, the patriarch of the Fusang Family, Du ZhenKang. Not long ago, they were plotted against by the traitor of the family, and were secretly exchanged for the work of the saint. Although the traitor was killed in the end, Du ZhenKang's injuries in the Soul Palace deepened once more. His lifespan had been shortened once again.
The people of Ancient Sea tribe were in a state of panic, and Du Shuren had no choice but to do something that had little hope. She hoped that the illusory phoenix could save her grandfather.
The reason why Du ZhenKang agreed to send these people over to accompany him was because of this. After all, there might be more than one traitor. He could only hold on for another fifty years, but he still had to deal with the internal and external problems. He already felt powerless.
Du Shuren originally wanted to give up, but she did not expect that there would be another flower in the dark. She received a note from Guo Fan.
“All of you can leave now.”
The voice of the beautiful woman called Si Lanyue, who had been here not long ago, came from outside the door, followed by the sound of the guards leaving.
The graceful and graceful middle-aged woman entered the room and smiled at the few of them. She respectfully retreated to the side and said in a low voice, “Protector, please.”
Du Shuren's heart skipped a beat and she hurriedly looked over. What she saw was a completely unfamiliar man. He was dressed in black and had white hair. His figure was tall and straight and carried some wind and rain chill as he walked into the door. His clothes moved slightly and his bearing was extraordinary. There was only a gentle smile in his eyes. It was exactly the same as at that time.