Chapter 2922 — The Decision of the Ancient Feng Family
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That was her choice—Gu Pengzhan, the man she had loved her whole life. It was only a pity it had cost him and their daughter so much. All these years, though he had become a highly successful figure in the mortal world, in the eyes of the Grand Elder of the ancient realm he was utterly beneath notice.
"Yes, Palace Master!" Elder Li sighed. "But if we do this, the people around the young lady will surely be baffled... ah..."
Palace Master Wan'er pressed her lips together and said nothing more. Nothing she could say would change the reality before her. At least they were only demanding that Wei Zhao hand over the spirit herbs or pills, and were not making further trouble for him—which set her heart slightly at ease.
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In the Ancient Feng Family, Feng Tianhu had never imagined that Feng Shihua would actually come back alive! But what delighted him was that Feng Shihua had brought back the Great Returning Pill—Feng Nitian was saved! So even though Feng Shihua had not died, Feng Tianhu still wore a broad smile. "Shipian, you've worked hard! Worthy of the first-in-line heir to the young family headship of our Ancient Feng Family—to pass such a grueling trial, not bad, not bad at all!"
Feng Shihua did not look like a schemer, but in truth he was the sort whose great wisdom wore the guise of foolishness; it was simply that there were matters he did not care to think too much about, nor to fight over. Looking at his uncle's smile, Feng Shihua smiled and nodded. "It was all thanks to a benefactor's help. Otherwise I could never have passed the trial."
"A benefactor?" Feng Tianqi had come out to greet him as well, and at Feng Shihua's words he was briefly taken aback. "What benefactor?"
"Father, during the trial I acknowledged a leader. If not for him, I would never have passed so smoothly!" Feng Shihua had decided to speak of this matter. Blessing or calamity, it was better to say it sooner—if disaster could not be avoided, it would come sooner or later anyway.
"What?" Feng Tianqi's brows knitted at once. Feng Shihua was his son, the future young master of the Ancient Feng Family—how could he casually acknowledge someone else as his leader? If that were so, would the Ancient Feng Family not become another man's underling?
"Feng Shihua, what is the meaning of this? You are of the Ancient Feng Family—how can you acknowledge a leader at random? Do you not realize that by doing so, you have automatically forfeited your qualification as first-in-line heir to the young family headship?" Feng Tianhu scolded before Feng Tianqi could say anything further. He knew Feng Shihua had brought back the Great Returning Pill, which meant Feng Nitian was saved, and his mind turned once more to pushing Feng Nitian back into place. Even if that failed, he still had a trump card in reserve. The pressing matter before him was to strip Feng Shihua of his first-in-line heir qualification, and quickly.
So the moment he opened his mouth, he pinned a label on Feng Shihua's conduct. On the surface his words sounded like the scolding of one who could not bear to see promise go to waste, complaining that Feng Shihua had no sense of proportion. In truth, he was declaring that Feng Shihua's actions had already disqualified him from becoming the young family head's heir.
What heir to a young family head acknowledged another as his leader? If Feng Shihua became the young family head, would the Ancient Feng Family not become another's underling? So that single sentence of his essentially cut off Feng Shihua's road behind him.
Old Master Feng, wise with years, could hardly fail to understand Feng Tianhu's meaning. But Feng Tianhu was not wrong, either—if Feng Shihua had acknowledged another as his leader, then naturally he no longer had the right to be young family head of the Ancient Feng Family.