Chapter 1601 - 1496: Arrangements

As an Elder of the Huashan Sect, Ren Zhengfei’s life had its shining moments, and his current position was fairly secure.

He himself probably never would have imagined that he’d end up dying today at the hands of a junior.

And this junior’s realm was actually lower than his.

So when he died, his eyes bulged wide; he simply couldn’t die with his eyes closed.

Having accomplished the great feat of killing across realms, Qin Hao showed no sign of joy.

On the contrary, the stiff expression on his face slowly twisted into one of pain.

Then, with a "puff," he suddenly spat out a mouthful of fresh blood, slumped to the ground, completely exhausted.

"Master!"

Wang Fugui and Shopkeeper Wang trembled as they walked over.

Because Qin Hao had briefly treated their injuries earlier, their bodies had recovered somewhat, and now they could move.

"You two..." Qin Hao tried to speak, but his internal injuries flared up, his vision went black, and he fainted.

"What do we do?" Wang Fugui and Shopkeeper Wang were dumbfounded. They looked at Ren Zhengfei’s corpse on the ground, then at the unconscious Qin Hao, totally at a loss.

After half a minute, Shopkeeper Wang was the first to snap out of it. He said shakily, "Hide the body first!"

Wang Fugui bent down, reached a hand under Qin Hao’s nose to feel for a while, then his face lit up with delight. "Master’s not dead yet!"

After witnessing this battle, Wang Fugui’s yearning for Cultivators grew even stronger.

Lofty and above, holding mortal life and death in their hands—just a glance, just a word, and mortals can’t move an inch!

How could such a dazzling existence not move people?

If he became an Immortal, wouldn’t that whole gang of wastrels in Beijing all be under his feet?

Thinking of this, Wang Fugui said anxiously, "Uncle, how are we supposed to save Master?"

"Save my ass!" Shopkeeper Wang snapped. "He’s an Immortal—since when is it our turn as mortals to save him? What we need to do is hide Young Master Qin first so he can properly recover..."

"Then where do we hide Ren Zhengfei’s corpse?" Wang Fugui asked again.

"Hide it in the cellar for now. Once Young Master Qin wakes up, let him deal with it."

Shopkeeper Wang immediately grabbed one of Qin Hao’s arms. "What are you still standing there for? Hurry and help carry Young Master Qin to rest!"

"Okay!" Wang Fugui quickly lent a hand, and the two of them carried Qin Hao into a guest room.

Because today was a special day, Shopkeeper Wang had given the waiters and servants the day off.

Luckily, there was no one in the restaurant, so nobody had witnessed today’s big battle.

After settling Qin Hao, Wang Fugui even made a point of pulling a quilt over him.

"Don’t worry, Young Master Qin’s mana is boundless, he’ll definitely be fine. Now come with me to move the body to the cellar."

"Ah?" Wang Fugui looked miserable and reluctant.

"What are you waiting for? Move it!"

Urged on by Shopkeeper Wang, Wang Fugui could only go downstairs and reluctantly lift Ren Zhengfei’s two feet, cursing, "This old ghost was so impressive when he was alive, but after dying he’s just ugly as hell! So Immortals die too, and Immortals can be this ugly as well."

"You thought Immortals were Invincible or something?" Shopkeeper Wang retorted irritably. "Anyway, you’d better follow Young Master Qin properly from now on. Our Wang Family is counting on you to make it big!"

"Of course, Uncle, don’t worry. You treat me better than my own father. If I really become an Immortal, I definitely won’t forget you!"

Wang Fugui grinned foolishly, full of longing.

"All right, here’s the cellar. You’re not allowed to tell anyone about this."

Shopkeeper Wang gave a final triple reminder, and after getting Wang Fugui’s guarantee, the two finally left the cellar.

...

...

When Qin Hao woke up, his body didn’t hurt as much anymore.

"That old ghost probably never imagined that my body would be this strong even at the moment of his death!"

Qin Hao went over his body once and thought with great satisfaction.

"Master! You’re awake!" Wang Fugui, who was at the bedside, stood up and let out an excited shriek.

Qin Hao fixed his gaze on him and said impatiently, "Quiet down, or I’ll get scared into fainting again."

"Okay!" Wang Fugui immediately clamped a hand over his mouth, his brows and eyes twitching with excitement.

"How long was I out?" Qin Hao asked, glancing at the window.

"Five days." Wang Fugui let go of his mouth and babbled, "Master, you were unconscious for so long, I was worried sick!"

"Enough, I get it, you’re very loyal." Qin Hao waved his hand irritably, tried to straighten his back, and moved his feet. He found that his body had recovered quite well.

"Uncle said Master’s an Immortal and would definitely wake up. I didn’t believe him, and now I’ve wronged him!" Wang Fugui was extremely excited, muttering to himself.

Qin Hao got down from the bed and asked, "Where’s Ren Zhengfei’s corpse?"

"Hidden away, in the cellar."

"Smart of you." Qin Hao actually gave a rare word of praise.

Wang Fugui scratched his head and laughed dumbly, not mentioning that it had been his uncle’s idea, silently claiming the credit for himself.

"Have any other Immortals come?" Qin Hao asked, blinking.

After all, Ren Zhengfei was at least an Inner Sect Elder, not some disciple like Shan Mubing who could just be killed.

Someone like that had a direct bearing on the Inner Sect’s battle strength and prestige.

If he died, the Inner Sect would definitely send people to investigate.

Wang Fugui shook his head. "Uncle and I have been waiting, but no Immortal has come."

"Huh..." Qin Hao found that a bit strange. For such a big matter, the Inner Sect hadn’t sent anyone to investigate?

But on second thought, he relaxed.

If he wasn’t mistaken, the war between the two factions was still ongoing, and the Inner Sect was short on manpower; they simply had no spare strength to send people to investigate.

Of course, it was also possible that the higher-ups still didn’t know Ren Zhengfei was dead.

"Wang Fugui, prepare bath water for me, and then have someone make me a big feast!"

Qin Hao rose and headed for the door.

"As you command, Master!"

Wang Fugui answered respectfully.

...

Half an hour later, after bathing and burning incense, Qin Hao felt completely refreshed.

He sat in a private room in the restaurant, the table before him covered with exquisite, mouthwatering dishes.

Shopkeeper Wang and Wang Fugui stood on either side, loyal like servants.

Originally the two had wanted to send in maidservants to wait on him, but Qin Hao felt that was troublesome and refused.

After sweeping through the dishes, Qin Hao contentedly patted his stomach. "Being full feels great."

"Heh heh, if Young Master Qin is willing, from now on I can have a top chef cook for you every day!" Shopkeeper Wang stepped in promptly to flatter him.

"No need for that. I’m leaving." Qin Hao stood up and wiped his mouth with a napkin.

"You’re leaving already?" Shopkeeper Wang looked a bit stricken.

Wang Fugui rubbed his hands and said excitedly, "Young Master, are we going back to the Immortal Sect?"

"No."

Qin Hao shook his head, his expression firm. "I’m going to Bai City to take care of some things. You go back to Beijing by yourself first..."

"How can I..." Wang Fugui’s head was crammed full of immortal dreams, and hearing that he had to suddenly go home left him at a loss.

Qin Hao said coolly, "Relax. I’m sending you back to Beijing so you can wait for me. When I have time in the future, I’ll naturally come to Beijing to find you. When that time comes, you’ll have your day of soaring success."