Chapter 125: Chapter 119: Riding the Tide of Power—Why Should I Lose!
Han Xiuxian’s body suddenly paused.
He slightly removed his sunglasses, wearing a fake smile, and said:
"Daoist Ning, what advice do you have?"
Before coming to Dragon Country, Han Xiuxian had deeply remembered this face.
A typical Asian, with very striking features, exuding an ethereal aura.
He initially thought it was just a beautified photo, but now that they met, he felt as if he had encountered a heavenly being.
Ning An took two steps forward, smiled lightly, and said:
"You must be Han Xiuxian, right?"
Han Xiuxian’s lips curled up in a slight smile, without getting angry:
"Indeed, that’s me."
"Although I’m a foreigner, I have a great longing for Dragon Country’s culture. It’s such a heaven-sent opportunity today, so I boldly visit. I hope the little master won’t mind."
Hearing this, Ning An couldn’t help but take a few more looks at him.
Just from these few words, it was obvious he was well-versed in Dragon Country.
Meanwhile, Han Xiuxian also looked at Ning An calmly, without any extra expressions on his face.
His purpose today was to offer incense at Changchun Temple, to prolong his life.
Don’t be fooled by his polite words, he emphasized the heaven-sent opportunity quite heavily.
Dragon Country’s netizens couldn’t swallow this insult, immediately responding with their own brand of humor.
"Fuck your mother! Is this the attitude of someone seeking a favor? Heaven-sent your mom, I’ll smash your head in."
"This is kind of disgusting, damn it!"
"Little Daoist, don’t be fooled by him. Make sure he follows the rules you just set."
Looking at the other side, Ning An smiled lightly, pointing at the rice paper on the door, and said:
"Sorry, I previously forgot that among foreign friends, there are those who yearn for Dragon Country’s culture."
"For the convenience of foreign friends, I’ve specially written the rules on paper to prevent any inconvenience."
Whoosh!
Han Xiuxian’s face darkened immediately, but he quickly recovered, looking at the rice paper with a forced smile:
"Daoist Ning, I’m in the late stages of cancer, such strenuous activity might be beyond my physical capacity."
"How about this, I let my son do it for me? Isn’t there a saying in Dragon Country that ’a son pays for his father’s debts’? I think this should be applicable."
While speaking, Han Xiuxian coughed lightly twice: "Mingzhe."
Soon, a slender figure pushed through the crowd and stepped out.
After bowing to Han Xiuxian, Han Mingzhe turned to Ning An and said calmly:
"Daoist Master, let me endure this hardship in place of my father. I believe the Immortals will not make things difficult for the Daoist Master, in light of my filial piety."
Upon hearing Han Mingzhe’s words, Ning An cast an incredulous glance at him:
"Who said the rules of Changchun Temple can be endured by someone else?"
"You can’t do it, let your dad do it."
Damn!
The sarcasm in Ning An’s words made Han Xiuxian’s face darken instantly.
"Daoist Ning, isn’t what you said a bit inappropriate?"
Wherever he went, people treated him like a god.
Now, for the incense at Changchun Temple, he had really lowered himself.
But he didn’t expect to be insulted like this by a mere Daoist!
This was something Han Xiuxian, who always stood above others, couldn’t accept.
Ning An’s eyes became deep, a hint of interest curling at the corners of his mouth:
"’A son pays for his father’s debts’ means when the father dies, the son repays the debt. May I ask, are you dead?"
Han Xiuxian was left speechless and became furious: "Daoist Ning, I respected you, but don’t push it."
Han Mingzhe also scowled, muttering: "We’ve contributed so much to Dragon Country’s development, yet in the end, we’re hindered even when we want to offer incense."
The Secret Technique beside him spoke with a double entendre: "Sigh, now that they’re strong, it’s already good that they didn’t wipe us out. If not for our bit of technology, we would have been torn to pieces."
Impressive!
A heart as small as the eye of a needle, all used to disgust Ning An.
Those unaware might think it was really Korea supporting Dragon Country.
Ning An didn’t waste words, snorting coldly:
"Changchun Temple has its rules. If Director Han wants to come in and offer incense, he must follow them, otherwise."
"Go back to where you came from!"
Ning An’s loud voice made Han Xiuxian’s face turn pale, clearing all expressions.
Magnificent!
Han Xiuxian couldn’t say a word, but the fans in the live stream had plenty to say.
"Brother Sect Leader is so handsome, I want to go to the hospital to get an artificial uterus and have Brother’s monkeys!"
"No more nonsense, straight to the point, it’s been years since we’ve seen someone like this anchor who doesn’t bend over backwards to worship foreign things."
"This is the kind of positive energy anchor we should support, brothers, let’s give the Daoist Master some free little hearts."
...
Even the officials behind Ning An were taken aback.
They thought at the very least, Ning An would play along with Han Xiuxian a bit.
Then, after receiving enough benefits, he would let Han Xiuxian come in to offer incense.
Who knew they were all wrong.
Ning An had no intention of being even slightly courteous.
As a result, Han Xiuxian faced an immediate downfall upon arrival.
Yet Elder An and Elder Lin smiled slightly, nodding inadvertently.
Some things, some words, they couldn’t say because of their positions.
But Ning An’s words now were precisely what they were thinking.
However, while Dragon Country’s netizens were overjoyed, Korea’s maggots were furious.
In their opinion, with Han Xiuxian holding Dragon Country’s weaknesses, Changchun Temple should at least show some respect.
But who knew they wouldn’t give in at all, being completely unyielding.
Suddenly, all color drained from Han Xiuxian’s face, his lips trembling uncontrollably.
The cancer complications were flaring up.
The secretary hurriedly took out a bottle of medicine from his pocket and made Han Xiuxian swallow it.
Moments later, a bit of color finally returned to Han Xiuxian’s face.
"Daoist Ning, as you can see, my body is at the brink of collapse."
"I am someone who follows the rules, but my physical limitations prevent me."
"Or maybe, I go in to offer incense first, and after my health improves, I’ll come to Changchun Temple to fulfill my vow later..."
However.
Before he could finish his words, Ning An smiled and directly rejected:
"Easier said than done, even if you get better, can I bet you’ll come back to Changchun Temple to fulfill your vow?"
"I won’t make things difficult for you, just turn back now, go back to receive the most advanced medical treatment in your country, maybe you can survive another month."
After speaking, Ning An made a gesture of invitation.
He wasn’t in a hurry.
When Han Xiuxian first landed, Ning An already checked his Life Chart.
Han Xiuxian’s Life Chart was already in tatters, even the best hospitals and medicine couldn’t extend his life by much.
With Elder An here, Changchun Temple was his only hope.
He had no reason to give up.
Sure enough, Han Xiuxian’s voice turned icy cold: "Daoist Ning, are you sure you want to be this ruthless?"
"Leave some room for maneuver, so we can meet again in the future. If you are so unrelenting, do you really want to see your country’s aircraft carrier combat power greatly weakened?"
Click, click, click.
He’s still trying to threaten?
Ning An scanned his surroundings: "Hey, it sounds like a dog barking?"
"Ning An!"
Han Xiuxian’s face was dark: "If you keep insulting me, don’t blame me for cutting off the export of aircraft carrier arresting hooks to your Dragon Country."
Ning An looked delighted:
"Isn’t that great?"
