The Way of Spiritual Journey

Chapter 50, Slaughter 4's Leg Broken

"Father is right," Shi Butong nodded.

"It's different. You didn't do a good job today. You didn't show the Spirit Master your determination to follow him to the death!" At this moment, an elder of the clan spoke up.

After the old man said this, the entire family fell silent.

When the Black and White Duo appeared, Shi Butong was as cowardly as a dead dog and didn't dare to move at all, which was something everyone could see.

The facts are undeniable, and the old man's words are irrefutable.

"Back then, I didn't know he was a Spirit Master. If I had known, wouldn't I have rushed up and fought that powerful expert to the death?" Shi Butong said with resentment after a long while.

"Alas, this is not your fault. How can we mortals fight against martial artists, especially since they are the strongest among martial artists, and they are also high-ranking officials in Prince Jing's mansion."

Finally, we've reached the crux of the matter. The head of the Shi family sighed. In that situation, even if he had been present, he would have just given in, just like his son.

"Father, don't be discouraged. My brother Lang is a man of extraordinary character, and he will surely understand my predicament at the time. As long as I do my best in the future, I will still have opportunities." Seeing his father's expression begin to darken, Shi Butong comforted him while also comforting himself.

"You're right, it's never too late to mend the fence after the sheep are lost. Starting tomorrow, you'll move to the cooperative, perform well, and never leave that spiritualist's side. Furthermore, the family will give you full support afterward." The Shi family head nodded, and the matter was settled.

Zhu Mansion.

"Son, you are truly a lucky star! Our Zhu family is about to reach new heights!" The Minister of Revenue looked at his chubby son, whom he had so late in life, and was so pleased with himself that he couldn't stop smiling.

"Father, that spiritualist seems to be closer to that boy from the Shi family. Plus, my performance today was rather lackluster. I wonder if I'll have another chance in the future." Zhu Huaiyu may not have grown up properly, but he's not as optimistic about today's events as his father.

"It's alright. You didn't know that person was a spiritualist at the time. Your reaction was normal under those circumstances. That kid from the Shi family wasn't any better than you. You're back to square one. Don't be afraid."

It must be said that none of those who can become ministers are simple people; Old Man Zhu saw through the essence of the matter at a glance.

"Isn't that spiritualist greedy? We happen to have some money at home, which is also your forte. Spoil him with money, follow him closely, and never leave his side. One day, an incredible opportunity will fall into your lap."

Seeing Old Man Zhu's confidence, even Zhu Huaiyu's eyes lit up.

The mansion belongs to the Wang family, the home of Wang Fugui.

Wang Fugui, with freckles on his face, was known as Wang Mazi. He usually hung out with Shi Butong.

Wang Fugui's father was the Minister of War, and in terms of status, he was on par with the Shi and Zhu families. So why did Wang Mazi follow Shi Butong?

Because Wang Mazi had been kicked by a horse when he was young, he became timid. Being timid, he couldn't get along in the circle of playboys, so he could only hang out with Shi Butong.

For this matter, Old Man Wang had worried countless times and sighed in secret, feeling extremely disappointed in his good-for-nothing son.

However, Old Man Wang's disappointment finally came to an end tonight.

"Hahaha, from now on, who dares to say my son is good-for-nothing? I'll tear their mouths off!" Old Wang's smile never faded after he learned about what happened during the day.

"Fugui, from tomorrow onwards, you must follow that spirit like a mangy dog, never leaving his side. This is the most important opportunity of your life. As long as you can gain the spirit's approval, your life will have infinite possibilities."

"Father, you make it sound so easy. I only got to know that spiritualist through Shi Butong. We don't have any real relationship." Hearing his father's words, Ma Zi curled his lip and revealed the truth.

"Bah! You worthless wretch! My Wang family has been military men for generations, how come we produced such a useless piece of trash like you?" Old Man Wang started cursing as soon as Pockmarked Man finished speaking.

"So what if we knew each other first? So what if your family is rich? As long as you build a deep enough relationship, you can grind an iron rod into a needle. Be smart, listen to me."

Seeing that Laozi was truly enraged, Ma Zi was a little intimidated and stood there speechless.

At this moment, Old Man Wang took out a handful of silver notes from his pocket and handed them over, saying, "Be smart after you go there. Start building relationships with the people around the spiritual master. Be generous and don't be afraid to spend money."

He was, after all, his own son; Old Man Wang had given almost half of his fortune, he really went to great lengths for him.

The next morning, as soon as the Four Heroes of Langshan opened the troupe's gate, a fleshy ball rolled in.

"What is that?" The four heroes were startled and exclaimed in unison.

"It's me, it's me, Fourth Brother!" Meatball spoke up.

The four heroes took a closer look and decided to use it as vocal music.

"Hey, isn't this Master Tu? What happened? How did your leg get broken? Tsk tsk, poor thing!" Lang Yijie spoke first.

"No, gentlemen, I'm just a nobody. Please be magnanimous and let me go." Tu Si's leg was broken, but there was no sign of pain on his face.

Can a broken leg not hurt? The answer is no.

Why didn't he show any sign of pain? Because he was afraid to.

The advisor in the prince's mansion said that breaking his legs was just the beginning; if he couldn't gain forgiveness, then...

The advisor didn't say it explicitly, and Tu Si didn't dare to think any further.

"Tu Si, Tu Si, I never thought you'd end up like this. Back when we four brothers were doing hard labor at the docks, we didn't offend you at all, did we? Tell me, why did you make things difficult for us and break Lao Si's leg?" Lang Erjie asked the question that had been puzzling him for a long time, his face contorted with rage.

"This, this..." Tu Si hesitated, stammering and not daring to answer.

"Speak! If you don't explain yourself clearly today, I'll cripple you, do you believe me?" Lang Sanjie was also a ruthless man. When hunting on Langya Mountain, he was in charge of cutting the knife.

"Well, actually, I don't know any of you gentlemen. It's just that the other day when I was passing by the dock, a laborer came up to me and said that four new people had arrived at the dock, called the Four Heroes of Langshan, and one of them even had the same name as me. So..." Tu Si stopped there, not daring to continue.

"So you were thinking, what kind of class is a laborer? Does he even deserve to share the same name as you? So you went all out and broke his leg?" At this moment, Li Lang arrived at the door with Wolong and Fengchu. Li Lang took over the conversation and explained the reason behind it.

Upon hearing this, Lang Sijie's eyes widened in disbelief. This was the only reason? They were going to break someone's leg? Did they have no humanity left?

"Is that right?" Lang Sijie roared, his fierce expression revealed.

"Yes, yes." At this moment, Tu Si dared not have any more hope and had no choice but to lower his head and admit it.