Chapter 122: Chapter 116: Sakura and Korea—No Bowing, No Worship, No Incense!
The live broadcast room turned into utter chaos.
Some were lovestruck, some were boasting, some wished they could jump in and fight, and there was even a scene brother...
It was even more chaotic than the entire northwest of Jin.
Deciding to ignore the bullet comments, Ning An rubbed his nose and said with a smile, "I have been practicing martial arts with my master since I was young, and my youthful vigor can’t compare to those seasoned masters."
Heh heh!
Ignoring others, Director Cheng’s mouth twitched, his eyes almost rolling to the back of his head.
Saying blatant lies with your eyes wide open, it’s a wonder you dare to speak them!
Having given a reason, whether people believe it is not Ning An’s concern, he cupped his hands towards everyone and said:
"Please excuse me for a moment, I’ll be right back."
Then, Ning An strode towards the study.
For a moment, everyone was completely baffled about Ning An’s intentions.
But before long, Ning An was back.
However, he came back with the Four Treasures of the Study in his hands.
Spreading the Xuan paper on the incense table and pressing it with a paperweight, Ning An picked up the brush and started spreading ink on the paper, his brush strokes like dragons and snakes.
Seeing this, everyone was puzzled.
They wondered what trick Ning An was up to.
"Hmm? What is Brother Sect Leader doing? Is he planning to paint his heroic posture from earlier?"
"Not necessarily. Many people had this hobby in ancient times, and maybe someone still has it now."
"It can’t be a challenge letter, right? Sending a message to Han Xiuxian, asking him to come to Huashan Peak for a martial arts duel with incense burning?"
"Oh come on, you really dare to think, but that old guy couldn’t even handle a Daoist Master, I could easily take him on..."
In the live broadcast room, the viewers were curious, and on site, everyone was eagerly awaiting.
Soon enough.
Their curiosity turned into open-mouthed astonishment.
In no time, Ning An laid down his brush.
Everyone’s gaze fell on the Xuan paper.
On it, several bold characters were written:
[Koreans and Cherry Blossoms, if you don’t bow every three steps and kneel every nine steps, no incense will be burned!]
Wow...
Setting aside the reactions of those present, viewers in the live broadcast room were already clapping and cheering.
"Yes yes yes! Just like that! I really love this streamer!"
"An ancient memory of mine suddenly awakened, I thought it would bite me, but instead it asks me cheekily to pet it."
"But isn’t this a bit too much, these two countries have different kinds of people too..."
...
In the live broadcast room, some were happy, while others were being saints.
Ning An put away his brush and said lightly:
"There are so many Daoist Temples and shrines in Dragon Country,, and even more in the world. If they don’t like it, they can burn incense elsewhere. I’m not forcing them."
Hearing this sharp-tongued remark, the viewers in the live broadcast room nodded in approval.
Elder An and Elder Lin exchanged smiles and did not intervene.
Provocative acts are acceptable.
But while provoking, one must also be prepared for a backlash!
Meanwhile, the Korean and Cherry Blossom netizens in the live broadcast room were furious upon seeing this.
"Baka! You are insulting us! Our Amaterasu will not spare you!"
"Aish! What do you take us for? Dogs?!"
"You are destroying the unity of the world’s people! I suggest immediately joining other countries to impose sanctions on Dragon Country!"
"Aish Baka!"
For these comments, Ning An turned a deaf ear.
He pasted the calligraphy above the temple gate, and then Ning An took the lead: "Everyone, follow me, let’s enjoy some tea while we wait."
No one there voiced a word of dissent.
It was silent approval.
...
Meanwhile.
On a private jet returning home, Han Xiuxian was ready to depart.
But just as the cabin door was closing, the Secret Technique beside him spoke a bit hurriedly:
"Wait, don’t depart just yet."
Upon hearing this, Han Xiuxian, who had just closed his eyes, opened them again with a hint of confusion in his voice:
"What’s happened now?"
"The bodyguards you sent out are currently being beaten up by Dragon Country people."
"Walt?"
Feeling a bit confused, Han Xiuxian adjusted his posture a bit more upright and cursed:
"A bunch of trash! Who do they think they are, Spider-Man? Six people taking on ten thousand..."
He didn’t even bother asking what happened in between. For people like him, the result is the most important thing.
What happened in between is trivial.
Rubbing his temples, Han Xiuxian snarled through clenched teeth: "Is there anything else? Speak up."
If it’s just such a trivial matter, it wouldn’t be enough to move his Secret Technique.
"Changchun Temple..."
The Secret Technique’s voice was magnetic, but he hesitated a bit: "At Changchun Temple, that Supervisor... he..."
He hesitated, sneakily observing Han Xiuxian’s expression, knowing that bringing this up would definitely result in undeserved misfortune.
"Spit it out, what did he say?"
Han Xiuxian spoke calmly, knowing it couldn’t be anything good.
He was using the weaknesses of Dragon Country to manipulate Wish. It is quite normal for them not to show him a good face, or even to play tricks.
As long as it doesn’t affect the final outcome, he could handle it.
"He said, if you want to burn incense and make a wish at Changchun Temple, you must start from the foot of the mountain, bow every three steps, and kneel every nine steps. Otherwise, he will not allow you to burn incense."
"Start from the base of the mountain? Although it’s a bit arduous, it can be tolerable..."
But suddenly his tone paused, and the expression on Han Xiuxian’s face changed from calm to rage, with heavy breathing through his nostrils:
"Aish! Bowing every three steps, kneeling every nine steps?"
"He’s asking for it, he’s already found his way to demise!"
"In Korea, I could make him disappear a million times over, a million times, ah!"
Han Xiuxian, already in the late stages of cancer, managed to move like a normal person purely due to expensive medications.
In his rage, even these precious drugs ceased to have an effect, and he spewed a mouthful of blood immediately.
"Doctor, Doctor!"
Ignoring the panic-stricken crowd, Han Xiuxian’s mind was about to explode with rage.
From his great-grandfather’s generation, his family rose to prominence, and now, after four generations, he had become the most powerful chaebol in Korea.
Even the presidential elections in their country were under their manipulation.
In Korea, no one dared to insult him like this!
Even in Dragon Country, because the Han Clan held many of Dragon Country’s technological weaknesses.
So basically every time he visited, he was treated with respect.
Even if those people inwardly felt disgusted, they still flawlessly maintained outward appearances.
But who would’ve thought that this time, with Han Xiuxian using every leverage, he was insulted by a small Daoist temple!
Once the doctor left, Secret Technique, carefully observing the now calm Han Xiuxian, spoke magnetically:
"Director, next, we..."
Midway, he set the atmosphere, leaving the choice back in Han Xiuxian’s hands.
Swish!
Han Xiuxian’s eyes opened and closed, his voice turned icy: "Go, how can we not go!"
"They’ve laid out a Hongmen Banquet, how can we not attend, lest we disappoint the host’s good intentions!"
He came to Dragon Country to burn incense at Changchun Temple, to extend his life and luck.
Even if Ning An’s demands were excessive, before achieving his aim, he had to continue playing along.
Tap! Tap! Tap!
His fingers beat heavily on the chairback, Han Xiuxian closed his eyes and commanded:
"Contact headquarters! After I come out of Changchun Temple, announce the immediate re-embargo of the export blockade locks to Dragon Country."
"Also, notify those old folks, regardless of the cost, as long as they stand united with us, I, Han Xiuxian, will pay, will pay all!!!"
