Zhang Chen is not a child, believing whatever anyone says.
"This is the result of your profound accumulation, Senior. I merely provided a spark of inspiration, and you naturally excelled." Zhang Chen politely said:
"If you truly wish to thank me, there is one thing I would like you to agree to."
"Oh? What is it you wish to request? Feel free to speak." Mr. Wu said.
Zhang Chen said, "Han Suzhen is my master. Previously, she was disrespectful to you. I hope you won't pursue this matter in the future and let it pass, how about it?"
"You are asking me just for this? Don't you have any requests for yourself? Wealth and glory? Beauty and power? As long as you speak, I could even arrange for a direct line descendant of the Zhong Family to marry you." Mr. Wu's voice was full of surprise, as he thought Zhang Chen's request was for his own benefit, but it turned out to be pleading for Han Suzhen.
When mentioning marrying a direct descendant, Mr. Wu subconsciously glanced at Zhong Xiang, only to see the expression of Zhong Xiang, standing behind Zhang Chen, suddenly change.
Zhang Chen listened to Mr. Wu, raised his head to look at him, and could see Mr. Wu's sincerity. However, Zhang Chen insisted on his own request, and Mr. Wu could only nod with resignation: "Fine! Just as you suggested, the grievances with the Han Family will end here. In future, whether the Zhong Family or the Academy, nobody will pursue this matter further."
"Thank you, Sir! In this way, our karma is settled." Zhang Chen said.
Upon hearing Zhang Chen's words, Mr. Wu shook his head: "A favor is a favor; it's not so easily settled."
The two exchanged more polite words before Zhang Chen opened his mouth to say goodbye:
"Various scholars will come to visit later, so I will take my leave to avoid causing trouble for you, Senior."
Zhong Wubai's enlightenment as a Yang God is bound to attract many visitors, and he didn't want to be blocked by them.
"Now that I have attained Yang God, why would I fear Prince Pingbian's Mansion? You just stay here and let me mediate. I will ensure that all grudges with Prince Pingbian's Mansion are resolved." Zhong Wubai said confidently.
Upon hearing this, Zhang Chen quickly declined, knowing that if he reconciled with Prince Pingbian's Mansion, he would have to reveal the whereabouts of the nine Flying Swords, which would interfere with his plans to forge the God-Beating Whip.
Seeing Zhang Chen persist in refusing, Zhong Wubai could only let him leave reluctantly.
Zhong Xiang personally escorted Zhang Chen to the gate and then said: "I will probably return to the Capital City in half a year. If you wish to use my flames, you need to accomplish what you must within the next six months. Otherwise, there will be no turning back."
Zhang Chen turned and glanced at Zhong Xiang: "You dog, you turn your face and don't recognize people. Why didn't you mention this deadline when I was negotiating with Mr. Wu?"
Zhong Xiang snorted coldly, arrogantly raised his chin, and turned to walk back inside the mansion.
Zhang Chen watched Zhong Xiang's back and couldn't help but shake his head, but he didn't mind Zhong Xiang's attitude. Given how he had treated Zhong Xiang before, it was creditable that Zhong Xiang was still abiding by the agreement.
"I just hope Xie Lingyun acts swiftly." Zhang Chen murmured to himself, indeed eager to forge the God-Beating Whip to deal with various masters.
As Zhang Chen was on his way back, he passed by the sheep offal shop and saw Young Master Zhu Xun sitting in front of the stand, staring blankly at the sky, even ignoring the sheep offal before him.
"Boss, a bowl of sheep offal, please." Zhang Chen called out to the shop owner and then sat opposite Zhu Xun: "Why aren't you eating, Sir?"
"My heart is troubled, and I can't eat. How do you explain Mr. Wu's heart was shattered before, yet suddenly he broke through and achieved Yang God?" Young Master withdrew his gaze and looked at Zhang Chen, eyes filled with discontent.
"Do you have a vendetta with Mr. Wu?" Zhang Chen saw the expression of the young master and inquired.
The young master shook his head: "Of course not, it's just pure jealousy on my part. Achieving the Yang God realm, after all! With this man achieving Yang God, the Han Family is bound to face immense pressure, as Han Suzhen attempted to assassinate Mr. Wu. I fear the Zhong Family won't let it go easily. The Han Family might not withstand this, and their downfall seems inevitable. How can I not worry?"
"The grievances between the Han Family and Zhong Wubai are resolved. In the future, neither the Academy nor the Zhong Family will trouble the Han Family." Zhang Chen said.
The young master was stunned upon hearing this, and looked at Zhang Chen in complete surprise: "Why?"
"Because Zhong Wubai only managed to break through thanks to my guidance." Zhang Chen replied.
The young master was taken aback, then bitterly smiled: "Indeed, those two tricky questions were posed by you. Who else could have answered them satisfactorily?"
The young master then asked with curiosity: "What were the answers to those two questions?"
"A noble man does not rescue, but a Saint cannot refuse. When all is said," Zhang Chen recounted his discussion with Zhong Wubai.
After hearing Zhang Chen's words, the young master stood there, stunned, his whole body like he was struck by thunder, murmuring Zhang Chen's words: "Could it be fate? Accepting it is rightful, therefore the knowing one does not dwell beneath the crag. To die upholding one's path is rightful fate; to die in shackles is not."
After a long while, the young master sighed softly: "For Mr. Wu to attain Yang God is truly fortuitous. Your words are invaluable to him. He had accumulated enough a long time ago but was never able to touch upon the Yang God path. Now that he finally found the opportunity, he can 'fish leap over the Dragon Gate.'"
Saying this, the young master looked at Zhang Chen, his eyes filled with a peculiar light: "It's unbelievable that you could articulate such words imbued with wisdom. Had you not been sitting right in front of me, I would have thought these words came from a Saint."