Urban Divine Doctor Descends the Mountain
Chapter 492: Refusal

Chapter 492: Chapter 492: Refusal

Lin Dong retreated on the first day.

The news that the Gu King personally took action spread across the Martial Arts Dark Web.

Upon learning this, Qiao Xixi was ecstatic.

"Lin Dong, you are doomed for sure this time. You’re definitely doomed!"

Right now, she wished for nothing more than for Lin Dong to die.

While reveling in his misfortune, she also made a phone call.

This phone call reached the Capital City.

Because of Old Feng’s death and the previous humiliation she suffered at the hands of Granny Gu, she felt very insecure.

This phone call was to her clan, her Grandpa Qiao Guolin.

He was the head of the Qiao Family’s Second Line and also the overall head of the Qiao Family.

"Grandpa, I’ve run into some trouble in Jianghai. Old Feng was killed. Could you send another expert over?"

Her grandpa was somewhat surprised to hear that Old Feng had died.

However, the man on the other end of the phone didn’t say much.

Although Old Feng’s martial arts strength was good, in their Qiao Family, there were still many experts like him.

He was just a guest officer employed by their Qiao Family; if he died, then he died.

But his granddaughter’s safety was different. He valued this granddaughter very much.

Right away, Qiao Guolin responded, "I’ll send Zilin over. You two must get that ’thing’ from that old man Qiao Guoting’s hands!"

"Zilin from Third Grandpa’s branch? This..." Qiao Xixi frowned slightly.

"What’s wrong?"

"It’s nothing." Qiao Xixi shook her head.

These younger members of the Qiao Family had a competitive relationship. They all wanted to perform well in front of their elders to gain their recognition.

The greater the contribution to the clan, the more benefits one could get from the family.

And the most outstanding among the younger generation would become the heir to the entire Qiao Family.

Now, the current head of the family was her grandpa and also the head of the Second Line, Qiao Guolin.

As for Zilin he mentioned, his name is Qiao Zilin, an outstanding member of the Third Line’s younger generation.

The two were competitors and both were candidates for the future heir of the Qiao Family.

Qiao Xixi was somewhat reluctant, but since her grandpa had already spoken, she naturally couldn’t refuse.

"It seems this time the credit will be taken by Qiao Zilin."

There was a look of unwillingness on Qiao Xixi’s face.

Then she thought of Lin Dong again.

"Lin Dong, this is all your fault. If you hadn’t caused Old Feng’s death, I wouldn’t have needed that Qiao Zilin to assist me!"

"I’ll just wait for you to be killed by the Gu King. Then, I’ll burn some Paper Money for you..."

She said viciously.

...

Headquarters of the Black Dragon Society.

At the moment, Zhao Heilong, the president of the Black Dragon Society, was receiving a withered old man.

"My benefactor..." Faced with this old man, Zhao Heilong directly knelt down to kowtow to him.

The old man, looking like a dried-up skeleton, glanced approvingly at Zhao Heilong’s legs and nodded, saying, "Not bad, your Gu Technique cultivation is quite good. I did not save you in vain back then, and I taught you this leg-nurturing Gu Technique."

This skeleton-like old man was the Gu King.

He had traveled from the Southwest to Jianghai.

However, after arriving in Jianghai, he didn’t immediately look for Lin Dong, because he temporarily didn’t have a clear understanding of Lin Dong’s background, and also didn’t know where Lin Dong was at the moment.

So he first came to find Zhao Heilong, whom he had casually saved back then.

This Zhao Heilong had also joined their Hall of Dark King. He was more loyal to him than a servant to his master.

Zhao Heilong was somewhat gifted in cultivating Gu Technique, even to the point where it gave the Gu King an idea.

"Hehe, Zhao Heilong, let me ask you, would you like to acknowledge me as your foster father?"

The Gu King liked the idea of being a father and, seeing Zhao Heilong’s talent in Gu Technique cultivation, he entertained the thought of taking him as his foster son.

No sooner had he spoken than Zhao Heilong, trembling with excitement, knelt on the ground and kowtowed.

"Heilong, greets foster father!!!"

Clearly, he was more than willing to acknowledge Zhao Heilong as his foster father; it was something he couldn’t ask for more eagerly.

"Hahaha, good. I have another foster son," the Gu King laughed hysterically.

Seeing this, Tu Yanzhi was displeased. She hurriedly said to Zhao Heilong, "Foster father, how can you be willing to be this old man’s son?" She found it hard to accept.

In her eyes, her foster father Zhao Heilong was also a heroic figure, the king of Jianghai’s underworld. Yet now, he was acknowledging someone else as his foster father.

As his foster daughter, she truly could not accept it.

Once she spoke up, Zhao Heilong rebuked her, "Yanzhi, don’t be disrespectful. This is the Gu King, and it’s an honor for me to acknowledge him as my foster father."

The Gu King simply cast a faint glance at Tu Yanzhi and said with some surprise, "Girl, I see you have an extraordinary constitution, very suitable for cultivating Gu Techniques. Would you be interested in becoming my foster daughter?"

With these words, Tu Yanzhi was completely stunned.

Even Zhao Heilong felt awkward.

He had never imagined that his newly recognized foster father, the Gu King, would take to fatherhood so readily.

He had just taken him as his foster son, and now he wanted to take his foster daughter as his own foster daughter. Wasn’t this kinship a bit muddled?

"Girl, I just lost a foster daughter called Snake Woman, and you can take her place. With your constitution, if I properly guide you, within three years, your achievements will not be beneath hers."

"How about it, are you interested?" the Gu King asked eagerly.

Zhao Heilong quickly spoke up, "Yanzhi, why aren’t you kneeling to thank him! This is your opportunity..."

However, Tu Yanzhi didn’t want to acknowledge the Gu King as her foster father at all.

She couldn’t accept it!

"Sorry, I disagree."