Urban Miracle Doctor
Chapter 252 - 252 252 Movements of the Four Directions Cloud

252: Chapter 252 Movements of the Four Directions Cloud 252: Chapter 252 Movements of the Four Directions Cloud The Daoist Master Yimu escorted Qin Han to the gate and was about to leave when Qin Han suddenly turned back and said to Zhong Yuanliang, “This is a friend of mine, named Daoist Master Yimu.”

“This is Zhong Yuanliang, whom I met in Zhongzhou as a gatekeeper, the next Family Head of the Zhong family.”

Zhong Yuanliang, upon hearing Qin Han introduce him, hastily responded, “Yuan Liang has seen Daoist Master Yimu.”

In his mind, since he was a friend of his Shishu’s, he must be someone on the same level as his Shishu, so he quickly greeted him with the respect due to a junior.

As for Daoist Master Yimu, he found himself in a bit of a dilemma, unsure how to address Zhong Yuanliang, and thus said, “Hello, you can just call me Yimu in the future; thank you for your efforts around Qin Han …

in our sect.”

After finishing, Daoist Master Yimu hurriedly glanced at Qin Han, and seeing no reaction on his face, he finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Wasn’t he supposed to be thinking about his status when meeting the Sect Leader later?

Why had he suddenly started with introductions?

The night in the capital city was bathed in light, making it hard to distinguish whether it was day or night.

Qin Han was currently sitting in a hotel, sipping tea and looking out of the window, lost in thought.

Zhong Yuanliang, sitting beside him, was idly playing with his smartphone.

To these two, a master and his nephew, one thought the matter with Number Three wasn’t a big deal, and the other was utterly carefree; both of their faces lacked any signs of anxiety.

After leaving Daoist Master Yimu’s Taoist temple, Qin Han declined Xiao Feng’s invitation to have dinner at Yang Zhentian’s home, and went directly to the hotel with Zhong Yuanliang.

The Yang Estate!

“Qin the youngster said he won’t come?” Yang Zhentian asked, furrowing his brows.

Xiao Feng replied with a wry smile, “Yes, Mr.

Qin said he was tired from flying.”

“Bullshit, with his cultivation level, even if he had to deal with Sun Nation several more times, he wouldn’t be tired.

Just a plane ride and he’s tired?

The kid is being too petty.

Ever since Old Man Zheng died, the Zheng family has changed.

I’m not planning on using Number Three to expose this, and I’ve already communicated with the higher-ups; Number Three will definitely be released tomorrow.

Everything is under control.

I did plan against Number Three, but even if I hadn’t, that kid would still get involved in the future.” Yang Zhentian said, unable to contain his anger.

“Elder Yang, the key point is that Mr.

Qin doesn’t know about these behind-the-scenes actions you’ve taken.

If someone plotted against me, you would be just as angry,” said Xiao Feng with a smile.

“If someone plotted against you, it would be the last thing I want!” retorted Yang Zhentian irritably.

“Go get the car ready, we’re visiting that youngster Qin.”

The Zheng Family.

“Second Young Master, there was a call from above just now, they said that man cannot be killed and that he will be released tomorrow.

They also said …” an older man with graying hair pushed open the room door, speaking to a middle-aged man with sword-like eyebrows and tiger-like eyes reclining on the bed.

Zheng Jun, the second eldest in the Zheng family, was outstanding both in military command and in martial cultivation, and he played an indispensable role in maintaining the family’s stature after Old Master Zheng passed away.

Although the current Family Head was Zheng Kai, the eldest of the Zheng family, the actual control lay in the hands of Zheng Jun, who never had any intention of competing with Zheng Kai.

Upon hearing this news, Zheng Jun’s tiger eyes widened, and he immediately sat up from the bed, “What do you mean by ‘above’?

Which ‘above’?”

“It’s King Xia,” said the elder calmly.

“King Xia?

How would King Xia know about this?” After thinking for a moment, Zheng Jun said, “It must have been that old bastard Yang Zhentian who tattled.

What else did they say?”

“They also said that the Zheng family needs to be more restrained in the future.

This time they let it slide because of the old patriarch’s face, but the old patriarch’s face can only be used once.

As a punishment, you need to hand over the military power of the North Territory and take good care of yourself!” the elder slowly stated.

“Hmph, it seems that the youngster was just being used by others as a knife, and the real goal of that old bastard was to take away my military power,” Zheng Jun snorted coldly.

“But, Second Young Master, now that King Xia has spoken, if we don’t comply, we will only provide others with a pretext, and by the look of things, the Zheng family still lacks the power to confront King Xia,” said the elder with profound implications.

Upon hearing this, Zheng Jun burst out angrily, “Does that mean my son died for nothing?”

“Second Young Master, Young Master did go a bit too far this time, after all, that team was carrying out a national mission.”

Zheng Jun’s eyes, fierce as a tiger’s, glared at the elder, his cold gaze lingering without a word.

“Jun’er, with today’s advanced technology, IVF babies have become very common, continuing the bloodline is not that difficult…” the elder slowly said.

“Uncle Hua, I understand all that you’re saying, but I just can’t swallow this humiliation,” Zheng Jun said, clenching his fists tightly.

At that moment, the elder’s phone suddenly rang.

After a few seconds of conversation, he hung up and let out a sigh, “All the soldiers in the South Region are condemning us, demanding the Zheng family apologize for those who’ve died in action.”

“The South Region is stirring up trouble too?

Yang Zhentian really came well-prepared this time!” sneered Zheng Jun.

No sooner had Zheng Jun finished speaking than the elder’s phone rang again; he merely said he understood and then hung up.

“Who is it this time?

Don’t tell me the West Region is also getting involved?” Zheng Jun asked, raising his eyebrows.

“War God of the East Region, Yang Zhentian, and War King of the West Region, Tang Ziyi, are demanding the release of those people!” the elder spoke up after a moment of silence.

“Second Young Master, with so many forces getting involved, we must temporarily avoid the sharp edge and not provide others with a pretext.”

Zheng Jun punched the wall and bellowed, “I simply won’t comply, what can they possibly do to me?

I refuse to believe they’d dare to directly attack the North Region.

The Imperial Capital Prison is my turf; I’d like to see who dares to make a move!

This very night, I’ll have someone finish off those bastards, and we’ll see what they can do then!”

“Second Young Master, please don’t act impulsively!” Uncle Hua said anxiously, knowing full well that Zheng Jun was very indulgent with his son, but that this matter really did provide others with a pretext, which was why the Zheng family was in such a passive position.

“Uncle Hua, if I surrender the military power, the Zheng family will be like a tiger without teeth, utterly at the mercy of others from then on,” said Zheng Jun, agitated.

“Second Young Master, in comparison to the power in the martial arts world, how important is secular power?

As long as the Zheng family stands tall in the martial arts world, no one would dare to touch the Zheng family!” Uncle Hua said earnestly.

Before Zheng Jun could reply, a knock came from outside the door.

“Come in!” Zheng Jun said with a frown.

“Second Young Master, there is a person outside who claims to be Daoist Yimu seeking an audience with you!” A maidservant said timidly as she entered.

“Yimu?

What’s he here for?” Zheng Jun’s frown deepened, but still, he got dressed to meet Daoist Yimu; after all, the latter’s status was not ordinary.

When Zheng Jun came downstairs, he saw Daoist Yimu at ease in the living room, sipping tea.

“Yimu, it’s been a while.

What brings you here today?” Zheng Jun asked in a loud voice.

Daoist Yimu looked up at Zheng Jun and said with a smile, “Family Head Zheng, I do not visit the Temple of the Three Treasures without a cause!”

“Yimu, don’t joke, my elder brother is the Family Head!” Zheng Jun replied with a smile.

“Tch!” Daoist Yimu scoffed, then said, “Alright, let’s not beat around the bush.

I’ve come regarding the matter of killing the Young Master.”

“You also want me to let him go?” Zheng Jun’s face darkened instantly upon hearing this.