FRGNM -Chapter 68 The Six-Year Agreement

Squatting down slowly, the man in the green robe looked at Ling Ruoxi’s face. He reached out and pressed a hand on her shoulder, smiling lightly. “Ruoxi, we meet again.”

“Who are you?” Ling Ruoxi asked. Could it be that this man knew her? But she had never seen him before, even though he had been following her all this time. What was his connection to her?

The man squatting tilted his head toward Tang Yinhai, curled a finger to his lips, and whispered, “Shh… listen, she’s crying. Your mission now is to bring back Yizhui and Yimeng. Do you think the woman who just ran off will listen to you and leave her children behind?”

“Ling Huiru… that woman!” Tang Yinhai’s expression changed drastically. He quickly stood up but remained wary of the man before him. “Who are you? How do I know if you’re friend or foe?”

“This? My name is Fang Xu.”

A gentle breeze rose, and the smell of blood in the forest had long faded.

Inside the golden, resplendent city walls, in a delicately decorated pavilion, maidservants replaced her clothes with clean garments and quietly withdrew.

The man standing there only smiled slightly, sitting at the edge of the bed to watch the woman he once knew. “The Five-Colored Flower has been absorbed by you, so I have no other means. I can protect your meridians and save your life in a crisis—so it’s served its purpose.”

He extended his hand, and the purple glow spread. Fang Xu moved his hand gently over Ling Ruoxi. Wherever his arm passed, her wounds healed visibly. The purple light within her flared, merging with his Dou Qi, spreading throughout her body.

After the time it takes for an incense stick to burn, Fang Xu withdrew his Dou Qi. “The Five-Colored Flower is indeed powerful. Such severe injuries healed in so little time.”

He pressed a finger on her brow. The purple light gathered, forming the strange pattern once more. Pressing it gently, the Five-Colored Flower integrated with her, inseparable.

“Just one step away, and I could have advanced. But this world’s only Five-Colored Flower is now yours. Take it and live well. Wait for me—I have returned. Now, I can protect you.” He gently brushed her bangs aside and pressed a kiss on her brow.

Outside, the guards dared not enter, only whispering, “Master, the eighteen clans of your maternal family are waiting in the main hall.”

“Oh? That was fast. Let’s go see.” After tucking the blanket for Ling Ruoxi, Fang Xu strode out.

In the hall, eighteen people sat with dark expressions, holding tea cups, glaring as if someone owed them millions of silver. The atmosphere was tense; even the surrounding maidservants dared not speak.

“Hehe, sorry to keep you waiting,” the man in green said as he entered, casually raising a hand. “I hear you have complaints about the terms set this time?”

“Hmph! Just a kid trying to seize our eighteen clans’ assets!” one elder slammed his cup down. “Our families control one-fourth of the Northern Ning Kingdom’s wealth. Do you think you can kick us out with just a written note?”

“Exactly! You’re just a kid. How could your tens of millions compare to our holdings? You want to seize us with ninety million? Impossible!” Another elderly woman stood angrily, ready to confront him.

Fang Xu, however, smiled calmly, sitting and twirling a ring on his finger. “I think you don’t understand.”

“What I want, I get. Your assets—ninety million is more than enough. Want a hundred million?” His eyes gleamed as he looked at the eighteen.

The furious elder snapped, “Nonsense! Open your eyes! The combined businesses of our eighteen families cover one-third of the capital! And you think that little money is enough?”

“Stop.” Fang Xu held his chin with one hand, smiling faintly. “Your assets occupy one-third of the capital, yes. But your profits decline year by year. Huang Fan, bring the ledgers.”

Huang Fan quickly handed the ledgers to Fang Xu. Tossing them casually, Fang Xu said, “Your monthly profits are negative, or you wouldn’t be rushing to sell the pawnshops. Me buying your eighteen clans’ assets—doesn’t that suit your needs?”

“Ninety million is too little! No!” the elderly woman growled. They knew fortune was against them now and wanted a gain, but not to sell everything.

Fang Xu tilted his head, smoothing his robes. “You’re mistaken. I’m just playing with this ninety million. If you refuse, I can spend nine hundred million to buy everything else. Then your shops might not even be worth ten million. Here’s the contract—sign it, take ninety million and leave. Don’t? Leave now.”

“You!” The eighteen nearly spat blood in anger. Seeing Fang Xu so calm unnerved them further. Judging by the mansion and priceless items around, he was not to be trifled with.

The eighteen hesitated. Fang Xu waved lightly. “Escort them out.”

“No, wait!” one man stammered, “Young Master, we know you don’t care about money, but the price…”

“Huang Fan, get nine hundred million in silver notes. Buy all assets outside the eighteen clans.” Fang Xu turned away, unwilling to waste words.

The man quickly clapped, “Fine, ninety million. We sign. Where’s the contract? Hurry!”

“You’re crazy!” others shouted, but it was too late. Huang Fan had the contract delivered. One by one, they signed.

The man laughed, “Young Master, we’ve troubled you. We’ll leave now.”

“You little brat!” the elders raged. But the man dodged, holding the contract, voice trembling: “Grandfather, grandmother… don’t you recognize him?”

“Even the heavens couldn’t be so arrogant. Just ninety million…”

“Don’t talk about ninety million. Even ninety thousand, we’d give all our wealth to him!” The man anxiously opened the contract. “Remember the man in the last six years? On Longxing Continent, he owns countless assets, always in a green robe, each empire has his territory. In Duanyun, he owns two-fifths of all funds. Ten percent of all the continent’s wealth!”

The others gasped. How could such a godlike man appear here?

A small maid scratched her head, confused. “Wait… isn’t that the wealthy merchant, array master, and Dou Qi master? His arrays reached perfection, they say he’s a Purple Zun Dou Qi master, very handsome too.”

“Yes, that’s Fang Xu—the man we just saw.” Unfurling the contract, seeing his name was enough to make hearts stop.

Even ninety million seemed trifling for him. People would think him crazy—but given his status and wealth, he lacked nothing. Luckily, they hadn’t angered him.

“No… he’s not that handsome, just an ordinary man,” said the small maid, puzzled.

The man who signed sighed: “You didn’t hear? Fang Xu wears a human-skin mask, never shows his face. He waits for one woman. Says his appearance is only for her. That woman… I wonder who is so lucky to have his devotion.”

The person lying in the bed shivered, eyelashes trembling, brows furrowed. She opened her eyes to a new scene.

The golden lace bed canopy, bed carved from millennia-old red sandalwood, snow mountain silk bedding, jade dressing table, jade incense burner—each item lavish and exquisite.

In the center, a painting of an immortal hung, offerings below. Even the floor was made of rare snow jade sand—cool to the touch.

“When did Senior Brother become a tycoon?” Her mind hadn’t caught up. She pressed her shoulder, noticing her wounds had healed, the toxins gone.

She remembered the forest… he had saved her. “Senior Brother, Tang Senior Brother? Where are you?” Pushing open the door, Ling Ruoxi froze in astonishment.