Chapter 362: Chapter 362: Not Good! Very Not Good_1
"So, are you going to divorce your wife or not?" Shangguan Yan asked while the iron was hot.
"No!"
Qin Feng didn’t hesitate at all and directly gave the answer—even though at that moment, he was still under Shangguan Yan’s thumb.
This response caused Shangguan Yan to flame with indignation.
She looked at Qin Feng with disbelief and incredulously asked, "What did you say? You actually dare to say no?"
In a small act of retribution toward Qin Feng, she slightly increased the strength of her palm.
However, far from feeling any pain, Qin Feng actually found it quite comfortable and even revealed an expression of enjoyment, infuriatingly smug.
Shangguan Yan, who had been very angry, was suddenly made to burst into laughter by his antics.
"How shameless," she cursed at Qin Feng and then gently slapped him, contemptuously saying, "A scumbag who doesn’t uphold the virtues of a husband!"
"How have I not upheld them?"
"You’ve already got a wife, yet outside you let other women touch you freely. Tell me if that isn’t failing to uphold the virtues of a husband?"
"This is just respecting a woman’s will since going against a woman’s will is illegal."
"Shameless!"
Shangguan Yan gave Qin Feng a white look, then opened the car door and got out.
As soon as Qin Feng got out of the car, Shangguan Yan took hold of his arm.
This little maneuver left Qin Feng puzzled, and he asked with a hint of suspicion, "What’s this supposed to mean?"
"Once we go inside, just say you’re my boyfriend."
"Why should I?"
"Because you just took advantage of me!"
"I took advantage of you? Clearly, it was you who took advantage of me, okay?"
...
The two bantered and arrived at the inner room, which had been turned into a makeshift sickroom. On the bed lay an old man, gaunt and at death’s door, looking as if he might expire at any moment—he was the Zong Family patriarch, Zong Jiliang.
Qin Feng glanced over and quickly discerned the situation.
Although Zong Jiliang was over eighty years old, previously, his constitution should have been quite robust. Living to a hundred or another three to five years shouldn’t have been a problem. His sudden deterioration was due to him being hexed with black magic.
Black magic? Zong Jiliang was affected; could it possibly be the handiwork of those wizards from Sakura Country again?
As long as those trouble-making wizards from Sakura Country are not dealt with, it seems Zhonghai will not have peaceful days.
Despite having figured out the clues, Qin Feng was in no hurry to speak, because there was a Taoist taking Zong Jiliang’s pulse.
This old Taoist was Taoist Sikong from Zhengqing Temple, renowned in Zhonghai.
After taking the pulse, Taoist Sikong stroked his long beard and remained silent.
Seeing this, Zong Shucheng, who was beside him, anxiously asked with a sense of impending doom, "Taoist Sikong, how is my father faring?"
"It’s bad! Extremely bad!"
This response made Zong Shucheng’s heart sink immediately, and he hurriedly bowed to plead, "Taoist Sikong, your Taoist skills and medical expertise are outstanding. You must have a way to save my father. You can definitely do it."
"Ah..."
Instead of answering directly, Taoist Sikong sighed deeply then stood up as if he was about to leave. However, he did not leave.
Qin Feng could see that Taoist Sikong was playing mind games, trying to exploit Zong Shucheng’s desperation.
They were all players in the same arena. If Taoist Sikong could save Zong Jiliang, even if he took the opportunity to extract a handsome sum from Zong Shucheng, it was justifiable. Qin Feng felt no need to intervene.
After all, cutting off someone’s livelihood is akin to killing their parents!
Zong Shucheng knew that Taoist Sikong was after money, so he went straight to the point, "Taoist Sikong, please state your conditions."
"Mr. Zong, it’s not that I don’t want to save your patriarch, but to do so would cost me half of my lifetime’s cultivation. To replenish this cultivation, not to mention the time, just the cost of precious medicinal ingredients needed to fully restore it would run up to thirty or fifty million!"
Taoist Sikong named his price, which he always adjusted according to the party involved. He was well aware of the Zong Family’s strength; thirty or fifty million wouldn’t be too much for them.
Thirty or fifty million?
Upon hearing this figure, Zong Shucheng immediately felt at ease.
He had been expecting Taoist Sikong to come out with an absurdly high demand, something that would put him in a difficult position. Instead, this stubborn man was only asking for thirty or fifty million.
To ordinary families, thirty or fifty million was an astronomical sum, but for the Zong Family, it was merely a trifle.
The Zong Family’s monthly expenses alone exceeded one hundred million. Thirty or fifty million was nothing more than half a month’s living costs for the Zong Family.
"As long as Taoist Sikong can save my father, I’m willing to give you one billion directly so you can purchase double the medicinal ingredients."
Upon hearing this, Taoist Sikong was instantly overjoyed and quickly stated, "Mr. Zong is indeed forthright. With your sincerity, even if it costs me this old life, I will seize your patriarch back from Yama’s grasp."
"What exactly is wrong with our patriarch? He was perfectly fine a few days ago; how did he suddenly become like this?" Zong Shucheng asked.
"Your patriarch hasn’t fallen ill; he’s been cursed, afflicted by malice from others."
