Chapter 278: Chapter 277 Young Master Kong_1
The Young Master of Kong Family, that Kong Sheng, he couldn’t still be alive, could he...
Mo Hua was somewhat curious and followed the fat cultivator out the door, tiptoeing behind him.
The fat cultivator was completely oblivious, carrying a food box, muttering to himself in a low voice all the way.
“I went through so much trouble to finally get into this Black Mountain Stronghold, not to deliver food for them.”
“They won’t let me learn Evil Skills, that’s fine, but they don’t let me do any real business either, just delivering food to these wastes every day.”
“Damn it, a bunch of ingrates...”
“Back outside, my name carried weight too...”
Mo Hua realized that this fat cultivator resented his “talents going unrecognized.”
He felt that Black Mountain Stronghold was blind to his abilities, refusing him the chance to practice Evil Skills or kill and plunder, only having him deliver food and run errands, so he was filled with discontent.
Mo Hua silently curled his lip.
Indeed, mud can’t be put on the wall, dogs can’t spit out ivory, and rotten wood can’t be carved.
He doesn’t do a single proper thing, only thinks of harming others.
The fat cultivator muttered to himself, walked down several roads, rounded a few corners, and arrived in front of a secluded house. He knocked on the iron door.
“Young Master Kong, time for food.”
The fat cultivator said, and then, like feeding pigs, he dumped the food into a large bowl in front of the door and passed the bowl through an opening at the bottom of the door.
The fat cultivator was about to leave after delivering the food.
But a sharp, young voice came from inside.
“Don’t go!”
The fat cultivator frowned, other Evil Cultivators ordering him about was one thing, but this Young Master Kong was just a piglet, and yet he dared to speak to him with this attitude?
The fat cultivator twitched the corner of his mouth, putting on patience, “Does Young Master Kong have something to say?”
Kong Sheng hurriedly said, “My father, has my father replied?”
“I wouldn’t know about that.”
“It’s been so long, he can’t possibly not ransom me.”
Through the iron door, Kong Sheng’s voice sounded muffled but somewhat anxious.
“You must think the Spirit Stones are not enough? I can add more, six thousand... no, eight thousand!”
“As long as you let me out, give me a way to live.”
“Any amount of Spirit Stones will do, my father will surely give them to you!”
The fat cultivator’s eyes lit up at the mention of Spirit Stones, “Is what Young Master Kong saying true?”
“True! Absolutely true!” Inside, Kong Sheng seemed to be nodding repeatedly, “Just let me out!”
Kong Sheng paused after speaking, as if he remembered something, and then asked, “Are you new here?”
This food-delivery cultivator’s voice sounded somewhat unfamiliar to him.
The fat cultivator’s gaze hardened slightly as he slowly said, “Yes.”
Kong Sheng felt like he understood something.
Since he was new and still delivering food, he must be of low status, just like the servants in his household.
Kong Sheng said, “If you secretly pass a message to my father, he will reward you handsomely.”
Kong Sheng’s eyes reddened with rage as he roared in a low voice:
“It’s all because of that damn Ji family father and son!”
“Had you not provoked me, I wouldn’t have thought about killing you. I wouldn’t have left the city, and I wouldn’t have ended up in this mess!”
“And that Fu Lan, nothing but a cheap woman! She’s just a little pretty and pretends to be so pure—refusing to submit to me!”
“Once I get my hands on you, I’ll make you wish you were dead!”
“And those Evil Cultivators too, for humiliating me like this, looking down on me, you all deserve to die!”
“You all deserve to die!”
...
Kong Sheng’s expression was hysterical.
Listening to him, Mo Hua gradually furrowed her brows.
It was his own wrongdoing, his own fault that led to this predicament, yet he always felt that others were to blame.
And with such a strong desire for vengeance, his nature was indeed malicious.
“It seems that before I leave, I need to find a way to make sure Kong Sheng stays in the Black Mountain Stronghold forever.”
Mo Hua silently contemplated.
Bad people should stay where bad people belong.
Kong Sheng and the Black Mountain Stronghold were quite a match.
But she had to wait until he finished drawing the Map.
Two days later, with the Map of the Black Mountain Stronghold seventy to eighty percent complete, Mo Hua was feeling hungry and was eating in the stronghold’s dining hall.
While she was eating, she heard the old man in charge of the dining hall cursing the fat Cultivator.
“The pastries prepared for the third Householder have been stolen... I asked you to watch them, and you couldn’t even do that properly. What use are you?”
Pastries for the third Householder?
Mo Hua paused, looking at the half-eaten pastry in her hand.
This was for the third Householder?
No wonder...
She thought the pastry wasn’t so bad, which was why she ate more of it.
Meanwhile, the old man in the dining hall kept cursing.
Due to his seniority, he was stubborn and harsh, his words were unsavory, and he berated the fat Cultivator until he was thoroughly humiliated.
The fat Cultivator didn’t dare to talk back.
After the old man finished scolding, he huffed and left.
The fat Cultivator stood still, his eyelids twitching with anger as he cursed:
“Whoever the bastard is stealing food, if I find out, I’ll make sure you die a horrible death!”
Mo Hua, still nibbling on the pastry, froze upon hearing this, then slowly licked her lips as a cold glint flashed in her eyes.
Bastard?
Die horribly?
“Not only does he curse at me, but he also wants me dead?”
Mo Hua watched the fat Cultivator silently, her thoughts racing as she considered whether she should get rid of this fatso first.