General, Your Wife Is Requesting Your Return Home For Farming

Wei Ting was sent flying out of the bedroom and hit the stone table in the courtyard, splitting it in half. Dust and stone fragments scattered in all directions, dyeing Wei Ting’s black head with a layer of dust.

Steward Chang was so nervous that he held his breath.

Ling Yun frowned even more.

Jiang Guanchao looked coldly at Wei Ting, who was pressed under the fragments. He retracted his gaze and looked at Ling Yun behind the corridor pillar. “Do you want me to do it, or do you want to do it yourself?”

“Uncle Jiang…”

Wei Ting’s weak voice suddenly sounded from the courtyard. “Didn’t we agree on… three palm strikes? You have to… keep your word…”

Wei Ting faced the twilight and sunset, bathing in the warm orange light. His feet were like the battlefield of golden spears and iron horses. He was the guardian general of the border.

His scarlet eyes looked at Jiang Guanchao and he smiled sloppily. “Uncle Jiang… are you too seriously injured… Is this… your strength? No wonder… you lost to… my father…”

Jiang Guanchao’s chest heaved with anger. “How dare you!”

Steward Chang was shocked. “It’s over, it’s over, it’s over…”

The aftershock of Jiang Guanchao’s third palm cracked a few pillars in the sleeping hall.

Wei Ting crashed into the wall in the courtyard, knocked down the trees on the path, and almost sent three patrolling disciples flying.

Steward Chang could not bear to watch.

Too tragic… It was really too tragic!

“Master! Do you want to capture the assassin?”

A disciple who had lingering fears asked.

Jiang Guanchao said coldly, “Collect his corpse and throw him down the mountain to feed the dogs.”

“Yes!”

The three disciples agreed in unison and turned around to collect Wei Ting’s corpse.

Unexpectedly, just as they reached out, Wei Ting suddenly coughed.

The three of them were shocked!

Damn!

It was a zombie!

Jiang Guanchao also frowned suspiciously.

He was actually… not dead?

Wei Ting endured the pain all over his body and stood up. He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and smiled as he walked towards the sleeping hall.

Steward Chang was dumbfounded. “You… can still… walk?”

Not only could Wei Ting walk, but he also walked quite quickly.

When he brushed past Ling Yun, Ling Yun grabbed his wrist and said in shock, “Your aura…”

Wei Ting smiled. “Brother, don’t worry. I’m fine.”

It wasn’t that he survived, but… he was now fine.

Ling Yun released his wrist.

Jiang Guanchao could tell that something was wrong.

He narrowed his eyes dangerously.

Wei Ting cupped his hands and bowed. “My master taught me some cultivation skills, but I’ve never been able to restrain them. Thank you, Uncle Jiang, for giving me three palms!”

Jiang Guanchao’s expression was extremely ugly. “You used me to dissolve your cultivation for you?!”

Wei Ting opened his mouth and said obsequiously, “Uh… it’s guidance. Teach me! My master said that only one person in the world can help me absorb his cultivation power. Even my father can’t! Uncle Jiang is mighty! Uncle Jiang is the number one in the world!”

“Wei Ting!”

Jiang Guanchao was completely furious.

No one could fool Jiang Guanchao!

Not even the City Lord!

He wanted to kill this cunning and shameless kid!

Jiang Guanchao raised his right palm and circulated a cold internal force in his palm.

Just as he was about to kill Wei Ting with a palm, a voice that he had not heard for many years suddenly sounded at the door.

“Master.”

Jiang Guanchao paused and looked at the other party in disbelief.

Baili Chen, who had taken off his bamboo hat, crossed the threshold and arrived beside Wei Ting.

Jiang Guanchao stared at him with burning eyes.

Steward Chang felt that he had most likely seen a ghost today.

Duanmu Qi had become Wei Xu, and Duanmu Yun had become Wei Ting. Now, a disciple of Jiang Guanchao had appeared out of thin air?

Jiang Guanchao had a total of nine disciples. He had seen all of them, but none of them looked like this!

Where did this young man come from?

Wei Ting was messing around calling Jiang Guanchao father just now. Could it be that this guy was also messing around calling him master?

However, judging from Jiang Guanchao’s reaction, he did not seem to have acknowledged wrongly…

“Young, Young Palace Lord, do you know what’s going on?”

He asked Ling Yun softly.

Ling Yun looked at Baili Chen and came to a realization. “I see.”

“What… I see?”

Steward Chang was still at a loss.

Wei Ting turned around and patted Baili Chen’s shoulder. “So you’re from the Assassin Alliance! And you’re my Uncle Jiang’s disciple! Didn’t my Uncle Jiang take in ten disciples? Didn’t they say that Rakshasa is the ninth and last disciple? What rank are you? Also, why is the tattoo on your arm different from other disciples?”

Bail Chen looked at him and said, “After being with Liulang for a long time, you’ve become more talkative.”

Wei Ting raised his eyebrows and said, “I’m just concerned about you. I don’t say so much to others.”

This self-righteous expression was exactly the same as Wei Liulang’s.

Why else would they say that they were biological brothers?

Jiang Guanchao said coldly, “You’ve long left the Assassin Alliance. Don’t call me master anymore.”

Baili Chen said, “A master for a day is a father for life. I just don’t want to be an assassin. It’s not that I don’t recognize you as my master.”

Jiang Guanchao mocked, “Do I have to take it if you acknowledge me? Do I, Jiang Guanchao, lack a disciple like you?!”

Wei Ting gave Baili Chen a look. He was angry. He cared.

Jiang Guanchao pointed at Baili Chen’s nose and scolded, “If you don’t want to be an assassin, why did you come back?”

In the small garden.

Liu Zhen’er saw the stunned Qi Yao.

“Eldest Senior Brother!”

She hurried forward.

Chen Yu also came over.

He had lost to Qian Yao of the Hundred Flowers Palace and kept his promise. He would no longer attack the people of the Hundred Flowers Palace, but he would not allow them to step into the Assassin Alliance.

Wei Liulang didn’t care. Anyway, it was fine as long as Little Seven and Ling Yun went in.

Liu Zhen’er asked, “Eldest Senior Brother, who was that white-robed man just now? Why did you let him go? If Master finds out, he will punish you!”

Qi Yao looked in the direction of his master’s bedroom and looked at the tattoo on his arm. He said in a low voice, “He’s your real Eldest Senior Brother and Master’s true first disciple.”