CFSMS -Chapter 156 One Move from the Old Monsters, and You Know What They’re Capable Of

The successfully slipped-away Lu Wu returned to her residence. As soon as she pushed the door open, she saw Old Man Li next door climbing in over the wall.

At this point, Elder Li wasn’t even pretending anymore.

“I heard there’s a feast tonight?”
Old Man Li leaned in, his intense desire to mooch a meal practically pressing against Lu Wu’s defensive aura.

“Yes, Elder, come eat with us,” she said.

Old Man Li, who had been waiting exactly for that sentence, was satisfied.

Tonight, Lu Wu planned to cook a homestyle dinner. The menu—and the guests—had already been decided in advance.

In the kitchen, Lu Wu was busy cooking, occasionally glancing toward the courtyard gate.

Something felt off.

Where were her “toolman” numbers one through four?

In a residence somewhere in Yuanhai City, Long Zhang was squatting in the latrine, clutching his rumbling stomach, his face pale.

It didn’t even hurt.

It was just that the moment he tried to step out of the toilet, an eerie sense of “definitely going to have an accident” overwhelmed him.

“Boss Lu… wait for me…”
Long Zhang was anxious.

The dinner time was getting closer and closer, but he still couldn’t leave the latrine. Was he really going to miss it like this?

“Hehe…”

Hearing the sounds inside, Long Zhu covered her mouth and giggled.

She planned to attend the banquet in her brother’s place.

Even the excuse was ready: indisposed, younger sister will attend on my behalf.

Perfect.

Boss Lu, I’m coming!

Humming a sea race tune, Long Zhu walked out. But as she passed a corner—

A dull thud landed on the back of her head.

Completely defenseless, she was knocked unconscious.

Behind her, Long Zhen caught her falling body and carried her back to her room.

“Little sister, this time big brother wins.”

Last time Long Zhu had sabotaged him, so as an older brother he naturally had to return the favor—an eye for an eye. Human reasoning really was refreshingly simple.

After covering Long Zhu with a blanket, Long Zhen showed a simple, honest smile.

Even honest dragons knew how to use their brains.

He walked happily toward the door, only to find it shut tight.

“Did I close it earlier?”

Still holding his sister, Long Zhen suspected he had briefly lost his memory. But no matter.

The feast was waiting.

Bang bang bang!

He yanked at the door a few times, but it didn’t budge at all.

Even when he used spiritual energy, he still couldn’t open what looked like an ordinary wooden door.

“Who is it?” Long Zhen realized someone had locked him in.

“Tch, kid, still trying to fight me?”

The one who locked him in… was the Dragon King.

The Dragon King clapped his hands, listening to the shouting inside, clearly pleased with his handiwork.

“As expected, I’m still better at being the father.”

He turned proudly to the Queen Mother of the Dragons beside him.

“Your Majesty, did I do well?”

“Let’s go,” the Queen Mother replied with a charming smile. “We should attend the banquet—but not we. I will.”

The Dragon King was momentarily entranced by her smile and failed to notice the tentacles subtly extending behind her.

Thump.

The Dragon King collapsed unconscious.

“As the mother, it’s only natural I attend on behalf of my son.”

After casting a spell to shield herself from the cold, she left gracefully with a prepared gift.

At the same time, in the City Lord’s Mansion.

Qin Zhan was going to find Jiang Yunhe to head to Boss Lu’s place together.

“Old Jiang, are you done yet?”

No response.

The door was slightly ajar.

Thinking he should respect privacy, Qin Zhan entered with his eyes closed.

“Old Jiang, hurry up! We’re going to be late!”

Still no reply.

“Wait… don’t tell me you left first?”

Alarmed, Qin Zhan opened his eyes—

And met Jiang Yunhe’s eyes directly.

Jiang Yunhe was tied up tightly, gagged, staring back at him.

“Oh no, it’s a trap!”

True brothers are those who, upon seeing their brother in danger, immediately consider leaving.

“Hehehe… sharp reaction, kid. Pity you’re too late.”

An aged voice came from the corner, and Qin Zhan immediately felt his limbs go weak. Before losing consciousness, the only thing he saw was Jiang Yunhe’s disappointed look.

“Poison Hag, this time you owe me a favor.”

Elder Tianfeng walked in leisurely. Another figure appeared in the room.

An old woman in plain hemp clothes, white-haired, unremarkable in appearance—like any ordinary elder.

But in truth, she was the current sect master of the Divine Medicine Valley, and Jiang Yunhe’s master.

“Old Feng, I’ll let you mess with my disciple this time. But if tonight’s banquet disappoints me, I’ll make sure every disciple of your Holy Sword Sect can never function again.”

That threat was… extremely heavy.

For the sake of his disciples’ future happiness, Tianfeng Daoist was full of confidence.

“Don’t worry. You won’t be disappointed.”

“Sigh, in the end I’m just too kind. I can’t bear to harm my disciple. If not for that, I wouldn’t have had to cooperate with you.”

Tianfeng sighed.

In the corner, Jiang Yunhe—still conscious and forced to watch everything—was practically fuming.

So you can’t bear to harm Qin Zhan, so you harm me instead?

What kind of senior is this?!

Tianfeng naturally noticed his gaze and flicked his finger.

Jiang Yunhe passed out again.

“Good brother… let’s sleep together.”

“Wake up and it’ll be a new day.”

“Everything’s settled. Let’s go.”

At the door, Single Ji and Cang He Guang had been waiting for a long time.

In another courtyard, Shan Han Zhi and Zhang Yue lay on the same bed, already visiting dreamland.

The four exchanged glances in the air—everything understood without words.

“Sigh, the kids are just unlucky. We’ll go apologize to Boss Lu in their place.”

Tianfeng Daoist couldn’t hide his grin.

“Yes, yes. Zhang Yue is unwell and insisted I attend on her behalf. Such a polite child is rare indeed,” Cang He Guang added.

Then they all turned into streaks of light and vanished.

In Lu Wu’s courtyard, Huo Huo was picking plum blossoms from a tree branch. The green plums were dried with spiritual energy and dropped into a teapot.

Water boiled. The blossoms drifted up and down, and the courtyard filled with a faint, elegant tea fragrance.

The early-arriving Queen Mother of the Dragons looked at the four people at the gate.

Her gaze flickered.

“You all are also—?”

She asked tentatively.

Why did she smell the same “kind” of aura from them?

“Then you are also—?”

Cang He Guang raised an eyebrow.

After a brief exchange of looks, they understood everything and smiled knowingly.

“Quick, quick, let’s go in. We can’t keep Boss Lu waiting.”

“Yes, yes, I can already smell the food.”

“You see that cooking technique? Truly worth learning from.”

“Indeed, today’s young people are something else.”

Inside the kitchen, Lu Wu stood with a spatula, staring blankly at the group of bigshots praising her in every possible way at the door.

Wait.

Where were her squid balls and toolmen one through four?

Why did all the guests turn into people she absolutely could not afford to offend?

“…Ahem. Everyone, please take a seat. Dinner is served.”

Lu Wu smiled politely.

It wasn’t that she lacked loyalty.

It was just that the guests were too sweet-talking—and too generous—she got blinded.

As for the truth?

She had already let it go.