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My Father Is Definitely Possessed-Chapter 184 - 137: A New Set of Engraving Knives
"Thank you, Lord Lin!" At this moment, Sima Yan was almost moved to tears.
However, Mo Hang was a bit anxious now. How could the slot in hand just vanish like that? How did a Cyan Lotus Sword Venerable suddenly appear out of nowhere?
"Lord Lin." Mo Hang stepped forward respectfully, cupped his hands, and said, "I think there’s something strange going on. I hope Lord Lin can investigate thoroughly!"
"Strange?" Lin Qingyi threw a chicken bone from his hand onto a table beside him, seemingly casually asked, "What do you mean by strange? Explain it to me."
"Mo Hang, don’t speak nonsense here and sow discord between us and Lord Lin." Sima Yan gnashed his teeth as he looked at Mo Hang, who was already on his hit list. Given the chance, he would certainly want to make Mo Hang’s life a living hell.
"What? Feeling guilty?" After Mo Hang finished speaking, he stared intently at Li Changqing, as if trying to discern something: "Who is the Cyan Lotus Sword Venerable? Can your little Zhanhe Mansion really recruit such a person just like that? Do you think your Zhanhe Mansion is worthy? If such a powerful person were truly seeking a place to stay, wouldn’t many major forces offer them olive branches, far ahead of your Zhanhe Mansion?"
"Lord Lin, in my opinion, this person must be a fake, because the Cyan Lotus Sword Venerable always wears a mask, and no one has ever seen his true face. So, Sima Yan just found someone fake to impersonate the Cyan Lotus Sword Venerable, attempting to deceive you; that’s his malicious intent."
"In fact, for their behavior, not a single slot should be given to them..." Mo Hang kept tirelessly voicing his suspicions.
But to Mo Hang’s surprise, before he could finish his words, the sinister sound of swords clashing resounded, accompanied by several astonishing sword intents sweeping through like a storm.
The Sword Box opened wide, and the seven Divine Weapons trembled with a buzz!
Shining with extreme brilliance, Li Changqing held the Sword Box calmly, looking at Mo Hang.
Meanwhile, Lin Qingyi, who was patiently gnawing on a chicken head, glanced at those seven swords and muttered unconcernedly, "Seems there’s no need to continue talking."
People can be impersonated.
But can the Seven Cyan Lotus Swords be impersonated?
With the seven Divine Weapons right here, claiming they’re fakes would be nothing but blind lies.
Sima Yan was also greatly shocked seeing these seven Divine Weapons; it was his first time witnessing the Seven Cyan Lotus Swords, amazed by their power.
At the same time, when Mo Hang suggested the Cyan Lotus Sword Venerable was an impostor, Sima Yan was startled, wondering if that could really be the case?
After all, why would a master like the Cyan Lotus Sword Venerable come to Zhanhe Mansion? Could it be that Li Changqing really found someone to impersonate the Cyan Lotus Sword Venerable just for show?
But once the Seven Cyan Lotus Swords appeared, Sima Yan was completely relieved.
"Snow Eagle Palace Master, you say I’m fake, why don’t we have a duel to prove it and relieve your worries?" With a flick of his finger, Li Changqing sent the Jinglan Sword flying, its tip directly pointing at Mo Hang. The other six swords also quivered with anticipation, ready to burst forth and unleash devastation at any moment.
Mo Hang’s face changed dramatically. He quickly stepped back and cupped his hands, saying, "Cyan Lotus Sword Venerable, I was offensive just now, please forgive me."
"Are you sure you don’t want to try?" Li Changqing said blandly, "I don’t have to use the Seven Kills Cyan Lotus Sword Array, lest it be said I’m bullying you."
"Cyan Lotus Sword Venerable must be joking. Even without the Seven Kills Cyan Lotus Sword Array, I am no match."
"Since Zhanhe Mansion has the Cyan Lotus Sword Venerable in residence now, I won’t stay any longer. I’ll be leaving."
"Lord Lin, I’ll take my leave now." Realizing there’s no hope in securing a slot, Mo Hang hurriedly left first.
"Scram," Sima Yan roared angrily.
"I’m leaving, I’m leaving." At this moment, Mo Hang faced Sima Yan without any confidence. With a new elder in Zhanhe Mansion, and that elder being the Cyan Lotus Sword Venerable, could the Snow Eagle Palace ever have peaceful days again?
Mo Hang fled Zhanhe Mansion as if running for his life.
"Plop."
Throwing the last chicken bone onto the table, Lin Qingyi took out a handkerchief to wipe his hands, then stood up: "Had my fill, I’m leaving."
After speaking, Lin Qingyi headed toward the outside.
"Lord Lin really likes to eat chicken?" Li Changqing noticed how thoroughly Lin Qingyi had consumed the chicken, leaving bones so clean even a dog might weep at the sight.
"I do." Surprised, Lin Qingyi glanced back at Li Changqing, puzzled as to why he asked about this.
"Our Evergreen Commerce Association will be selling another type of chicken in the future. If Lord Lin is interested, you’re always welcome to come to the Evergreen Commerce Association for a taste," Li Changqing invited Lin Qingyi.
"Oh?" Lin Qingyi raised an eyebrow, realizing there might be a connection between the Cyan Lotus Sword Venerable and the Evergreen Commerce Association?
After pondering for a moment, Lin Qingyi nodded: "I’ll surely try it when I get the chance, I’m leaving now."
After speaking, Lin Qingyi walked straight out the door.
"Safe travels, Lord Lin," Sima Yan rushed out to see Lin Qingyi off.
Meanwhile, Li Changqing was pondering, while roast chicken is certainly delicious, he wondered if creating an Orleans-flavored roast chicken in the future would achieve such good sales.
Having sent Lin Qingyi off, Sima Yan let out a huge sigh of relief, nearly collapsing to the ground with exhaustion, feeling as if he’d walked through the valley of death.
"Thank you, Cyan Lotus Sword Venerable, for saving Zhanhe Mansion. This kindness will be remembered by Zhanhe Mansion forever," Sima Yan returned and bowed respectfully to Li Changqing. If not for Li Changqing today, Zhanhe Mansion would indeed have become a stepping stone for Snow Eagle Palace.







