"Well, in the afternoon I'll tell you to go get a gift for my second uncle's wedding." Fang Hao sighed, he would have to send the gift after the wedding.
"As you say young master" he replied as he bowed, then proceeded to leave...
Fang Hao sighed as he looked at his left hand that was drenched in blood…
Fang Hao entered his room, and after wiping his left hand with a velvet cloth he sighed and cursed Ye Chen again.
He had the whole morning free, so he went up to his balcony and sat by a beautiful tea table.
After having some wine, I look at what arrived after 1 year of waiting, he had a small screen but it was portable which interested him, not more than 2 years ago he was still using a cable phone.
Although at first it took him a long time to use it, in the end he was a genius and after many tries he seemed as if he had been used to using it all his life.
It was a great pleasure for Fang Hao to discover every little thing he could do with his new toy of his.
After a while he got bored and picked up the newspaper.
What Fang Hao liked the most was reading the newspaper, as it brought him peace of mind.
After turning a few pages, he saw a news item from the Eastern Empire Capital, about a beautiful woman, the image was of the most beautiful woman he had seen since he came out of his training, it was the daughter of the Xiao family, Xiao Yu.
"This woman..., she really is Interesting, she is the Xiao family's current daughter, her engagement was broken by her fiancé, the Qin family's current heir to the throne, Qin Yun"
"Although I don't know Qin Yun personally, she must be a eunuch to break off the engagement with such a beauty."
"Maybe I can take the opportunity and start courting her? The primordial yin of a C-rank martial artist is more special than that of a mortal, but will it be worth the effort?"
Fang Hao was trying to make up an excuse to get closer to Xiao Yu, he didn't know why, but he felt that they were destined.
"Sigh"«Where will I find the extreme yin physique? I have sent several spies to search the different martial arts families for some information about a maiden with that physique, but I have not found it yet…"
The extreme yin physique was not only a physique that increased martial arts talent, it was also considered a high-grade furnace, the greatest powerhouses would fight just to get it..., whoever had such a physique would meet a tragic fate.
As Fang Hao was lost in thought of him, he remembered that one of his bodyguards was from the Xiao family.
So he decided to take advantage of the moment to go get the wedding gift and learn more about the daughter of the head of the Xiao family, although she did not bring him benefits, she still seemed interesting to him.
After putting down the newspaper on the table, he rang a small gold bell and after a few seconds the personal maid appeared with sweat on his forehead.
"Call Xiao Wang, tell him to ready the last vehicle I bought"
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Fang Hao left the room, as he walked through the corridors of his mansion that were heading to the garage, upon arrival he approached the vehicle that was waiting for him, the vehicle had a compact and modern design, something that did not fit with the other vehicles around. around very rough and old looking.
«My second uncle is an antique fanatic, I'll have to go to the city antique market...» he thought as he climbed into the back of the luxurious vehicle.
"After all, I will not be able to arrive in less than 2 days"
"Good morning young master" Said the driver with a serious face, he was a stocky man.
The chauffeur was his most trusted bodyguard, although he was not the strongest he had been with him since he left the magic mountain.
"Xiao Wang, let's go to the antique market"
"Yes young master"
The vehicle began to move, while several Jeep escorts followed, full of bodyguards...
"Xiao Wang, are you from the main branch of the Xiao family?" Fang Hao asked with a smile. He was really hoping to get some information. He didn't know why, but he wanted to know everything about Xiao Yu.
"You could say yes young master"
"Why the hesitation?"
After a sigh, Xiao Wang calmed down.
"I'm just a son of a concubine of the current boss..., I never saw my father until I showed talent for martial arts at 10 years old, after going to the main family I distanced myself from my mother, when I turned 20 I found out that my mother died shortly after I separated from her and they hid it from me... when I found out about her death I ran away from the family and later became her bodyguard, young master"
"Forgive me young master, I talked too much without realizing it" he said embarrassed.
"I don't care about that, do you know anything about Xiao Yu?"
"No, I really had no contact with the children of the official wife of the head of the Xiao family..."
Fang Hao kept quiet as he pondered, though he wasn't a saint he wasn't that cold-hearted either, his past was tragic, but would he as the young master really have to show sympathy for his subordinate?
After hearing his story it was crystal clear that Xiao Wang had no contact with the heir sons of the Xiao family, he was just a bastard son to be used for political alliances.
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After the awkward silence, the vehicle stopped.
"Young master, we have already reached his destination"
The vehicle quickly caught the attention of people passing by, it was a residential area where only the highest class people of that city met and yet it was the first time they saw such a beautiful vehicle.
Only the rich could own a vehicle, most common people still used horse-drawn carriages.
Fang Hao got out of the car and surrounded by bodyguards headed to the center of the antique market...
The shops in the antique market were in the siheyuan style, which contrasted with the modern structures outside the market.
Around the path were several antique stalls, but none caught Fang Hao's eye.
"Xiao Wang, which is the best store around here?"
"The best-known shop is the Song family's, it's the biggest in this city"
"Song family, what is that family?"
"It's a local family"
"I see, it's just a small family" he said in a disdainful voice.
As they approached a large store, various antiques could be seen on view, but in Fang Hao's eyes small treasures that could be worth more than a mansion were just common items.
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In that an argument was heard ...
"Young man, are you kidding me? This old vase doesn't cost a single silver coin" A man said as he looked contemptuously at the young man next to him, you could tell by his ostentatious clothing that he was in charge of the place.
"How can it not be worth 10 gold coins, this vase is an heirloom of my family" Said a young man with an angry face, you could tell that his clothes were expensive but also old.
"I already told you that this vase is fake, it's just an imitation of the vases from the ancient era" said the man with contempt.
"You're forcing me…" He said angrily with a red face.
He was resisting the urge to hit the receptionist from the moment he put him down, but he couldn't take it anymore and ran with all his might towards him.
As he approached to try to take a swing at the man he tripped and in his carelessness the ancient vase fell from his hands to the ground.
"Crag!"
Seeing the vase fall, the young man knelt down and stared at the last inheritance left by his father before his family was annihilated...
After the awkward silence of the store, footsteps could be heard coming from the entrance.
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"So this is the best store in town, it's nothing special…, what would you expect from a small town like this?" Fang Hao said in an amused manner after the show he just saw.
"Young master, I think you won't be able to find a good gift in this place." Xiao Wang replied as he looked at the kneeling young man.
The receptionist looked with embarrassment at the new customers who had just entered, he could tell by their dress and their aura that they were not ordinary people.
"Good morning gentlemen, this is the humble store of the Song family..."
Fang Hao looked at the receptionist and grimaced, then turned his head from him.
"Xiao Wang, do you know who that kneeling youth is?" Fang Hao asked as he ignored the receptionist.
For some strange reason the young man reminded him of a certain dead commoner that he met in the past after coming down from the magic mountain, that just remembering it caused him irritation...