Chapter 1665: Chapter 1664: Sowing Discord?
Some Divine Race members present came from the other eight great families. Many had never seen Fang Yu’s face before; of course, some had only heard of him.
"I know this person; he seems to be the Guest Elder of the Cui Family. Master Fang."
"That’s Master Fang; it’s hard to believe he’s so young."
"A man of extraordinary talent. No wonder Miss Cui and Miss Liu are so fond of him, being the first to go up and greet him."
The Divine Race members from the other families also stood up to greet him. Fang Yu didn’t know them, so he just smiled symbolically as a return gesture, then sat down.
Before long.
The crowd grew larger.
Soon after.
The people from the Wang Family and the Ding Family also arrived.
They were dressed quite formally, and there were quite a few of them.
"Even General Wang is here. What’s going on? What a grand setup, bringing so many people along."
"General Ding also brought a lot of people. It doesn’t look like they’re here for a dinner party."
General Ding and General Wang entered the courtyard, also offering symbolic greetings to everyone.
Then everyone found a place to sit down.
Just at this moment.
Wang Duo walked over.
He walked right next to Fang Yu and sat down on an empty seat.
"Master Fang, it’s been a long time. You don’t mind if I sit here, do you?" Wang Duo asked with a smile.
"Of course, go ahead."
"While there’s no one around, I’d like to have a chat with you. I remember when we first met, we almost became good friends. It’s a pity that fate played tricks on us, and you became my enemy. When I saw you here today, I felt like I couldn’t control myself."
"Can’t control yourself from chatting with me?"
"No. To be honest, I can’t control myself; I want to kill you," Wang Duo said.
"You’re rather direct."
"Yes. Although my mother’s matter was not much related to you, you were the only one who could have treated her at the time. If it weren’t for your indifference, my mother would never have died," Wang Duo said.
"So are you here for revenge, or to tell me these grand principles?"
"I just wanted to tell you I have this unresolved resentment. Master Fang, you’re the Doctor; can you tell me how to resolve this resentment?" Wang Duo’s words seemed odd and sarcastic.
"You say all this just to tell me you hate me. Wang Duo, actually, I do sympathize with you. If it weren’t for your mother’s matter, perhaps we could have truly been good friends. But unfortunately, things didn’t go as wished; I also sympathize with your mother’s situation."
"Then live with your guilt. I hope you can live well," Wang Duo said as he got up.
He stopped talking, nodded towards others, and then left the table.
Just as he left.
Old Master Cui said, "It seems he holds quite a grudge against you."
"Let him be. He’s just a child; sooner or later, he’ll realize that the person who truly mistreated his mother wasn’t me but his father."
Ye Wenjun also followed, "Unable to distinguish right from wrong, living in such a family must be hard for him."
"Master Fang need not worry; no one would dare lay a hand on you now. With Master Fang’s current status, who would dare act rashly?"
Miss Cui and Miss Liu sat opposite, both smiling all the time. They just laughed off Wang Duo’s words, not taking it to heart.
Fang Yu also didn’t take it to heart.
About half an hour later.
People from the eight great families arrived one after another. The seats along both sides of the hall were all filled.
But the host’s seat remained empty, everyone waiting for Old Jiang to make an appearance.
The higher-ups were still revered by the eight great families.
"Master Fang, I heard that Old Jiang’s illness was cured by you. Truly talented and skilled in medicine," said someone from one of the eight great families sitting opposite.
"Just luck, just luck," Fang Yu simply attributed it to luck.
"Young lad, don’t you have a partner? If you’re not particular, I could introduce someone to you?"
As soon as these words came out, Fang Yu felt a bit embarrassed.
Not to mention him, even Ye Wenjun’s expression changed slightly. After all, Ye Wenjun is his wife, and her words carry weight. In this setting, even Miss Cui and Miss Liu were too embarrassed to speak up, knowing Fang Yu has someone.
"Sorry, I’m his fiancée," Ye Wenjun directly blocked all words.
The members of the great families looked at Ye Wenjun beside Fang Yu, collectively shaking their heads. It’s a pity that such a talent is all set to marry someone not well-known or of high status in the Divine Race.
But they couldn’t intervene in others’ family matters.
While everyone was curious about Master Fang’s medical skill.
Old Jiang appeared, supported by a maidservant, taking one step at a time to the main seat. At the same time, everyone quieted down, focusing respectfully.
"Old Jiang."
"Old Jiang."
Everyone bowed together.
Old Jiang’s gaze swept over all the Divine Race members from the eight great families.
"I am very pleased to have invited you all to my home as guests. I am also very grateful for your presence."
There was utter silence.
"The banquet tonight is purely because I’m in a good mood and want to share it with everyone."
Old Jiang continued, "Everyone, please take your seats."
"Thank you, Old Jiang."
All the dishes began to be served.
Beverages and food were all there in abundance, with delicacies from mountains and rivers generously laid out on the table.
Fang Yu just glanced at it and knew all these things were fake. He wasn’t interested in eating.
Ye Wenjun felt the same.
Both of them weren’t too curious about the banquet and didn’t have much appetite.
"Old Jiang, congratulations to you on recovering from your illness and advancing in cultivation back to the higher realm."
"Let’s all raise our glasses together."
Old Jiang just casually went along, drinking a cup with an expressionless face looking at everyone.
Just then.
General Ding stood up.
"Old Jiang, today is supposed to be a joyful day, your banquet. But there’s something I don’t know if I should say."
"Speak."
"I’ve heard people say that it was Master Fang who cured Old Jiang’s illness. Master Fang charged you 9 billion in wealth. Is this true?"
This topic could be considered taboo, something everyone wanted to avoid, but no one in the eight great families expected someone like Ding Zhen, of middle-class Divine Race, to dare bring it up openly.
"I indeed paid 9 billion in wealth."
With these words, an uproar erupted.
Everyone knew that the Divine Race’s wealth was extremely important, representing status and fame. But to just treat an illness with such a large sum seemed unprecedented.
Meanwhile, Fang Yu maintained his smile all along.
It seemed he intended to sow discord.
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