Chapter 278: Young Master Kong
Chapter 278: Young Master Kong
Could Young Master Kong of the Kong family, Kong Sheng, still be alive...
Mo Hua was intrigued and followed the fat monk out, moving quietly behind him.
Oblivious, the fat monk carried the food box, muttering under his breath as he walked.
"I went through so much trouble to get into this Black Mountain Fortress, and it wasn't to deliver meals."
"If I can't learn the evil arts, fine, but they don't let me do anything meaningful. All I do is deliver meals to these good-for-nothings."
"Damn these ungrateful people..."
"Out there, my name carries weight..."
Mo Hua understood the fat monk's gripe—he felt underappreciated and frustrated that Black Mountain Fortress wouldn't let him practice evil cultivation techniques or engage in plunder and murder, relegating him to menial tasks like delivering meals.
Mo Hua silently curled her lips in disdain.
Indeed, you can't polish a turd, expect a dog to give birth to ivory, or carve rotten wood. All this monk thought about was causing harm instead of doing anything constructive.
The fat monk continued his tirade as he turned a few corners and arrived at a secluded house. He knocked on the iron door.
"Young Master Kong, mealtime."
The fat monk dumped the food into a large bowl outside the door and slid the bowl through the gap underneath, feeding the occupant like a pig.
As the fat monk turned to leave, a sharp voice called out from inside.
"Don't go!"
The fat monk frowned. It was one thing for the other evil cultivators to order him around, but this Young Master Kong, a mere captive, dared to speak to him in such a tone?
The fat monk forced a smile, suppressing his anger. "Does Young Master Kong have something to say?"
Kong Sheng asked anxiously, "Has my father replied?"
"I wouldn't know about that."
"It's been so long. He must be trying to ransom me."
Kong Sheng's voice, muffled by the iron door, sounded anxious.
"Are they asking for more spirit stones? I can add more—six thousand... no, eight thousand!"
"Just let me out and give me a way to survive. My father will pay any amount of spirit stones you ask for."
The mention of spirit stones piqued the fat monk's interest, and his eyes lit up. "Is Young Master Kong speaking the truth?"
"Yes, yes!" Kong Sheng nodded eagerly from behind the door. "Just get me out of here!"
Kong Sheng paused, then asked, "Are you new here?"
The voice of this meal-delivering monk was unfamiliar to him.
The fat monk's eyes narrowed slightly as he replied slowly, "Yes."
Kong Sheng felt he understood the situation.
Since he was new and still tasked with delivering meals, his status must be low, akin to a servant in his own home.
Kong Sheng said, "If you secretly deliver a message to my father, he will heavily reward you."
The word "reward" irritated the fat monk.
He preferred "loot" to being "rewarded."
"Does Young Master have any proof of his identity?"
Kong Sheng slipped a jade pendant out through the door crack. "This jade pendant was given to me by my father. It's worth five hundred spirit stones. Take it to him, and he'll understand."
The fat monk took the pendant, his expression satisfied. "What message would Young Master like me to deliver?"
Kong Sheng lowered his voice. "My father is a Foundation Establishment cultivator! Tell him to secretly bring people here, raid this fortress, and kill them all. After the deed is done, you can join the Kong family. I'll ask my father to give you our surname and make you a manager, no, an elder!"
Not just Mo Hua, but even the fat monk was shocked.
Could there really be such a foolish person in this world?
What had his father taught him? Did he truly believe that his family was invincible and that he could do whatever he wanted?
The fat monk pocketed the jade pendant and flattered, "Rest assured, Young Master. I'll deliver the message."
"Good! Good!" Kong Sheng rejoiced.
The fat monk's face wore a mocking smile, invisible to Kong Sheng through the iron door.
"Young Master Kong, please stay put and don't think about running away before the task is done. Otherwise, these evil cultivators will be shamed and will surely kill you."
The fat monk offered a fake reminder, dripping with insincerity.
"Don't worry, I won't run," Kong Sheng said. "Go deliver the message quickly."
Mo Hua shook her head and quietly climbed up the wall. Finding herself alone, she deactivated the array on the roof, removed a tile, and stealthily peered inside.
The room was simple and shabby.
Standing by the door was a young cultivator dressed in fine but now tattered clothing, indicating that he had endured many hardships.
This must be Kong Sheng, the young master of the Kong family.
Mo Hua couldn't help but mutter, "Good people often die young, while calamities linger. How has Kong Sheng been so lucky to survive in the hands of evil cultivators despite being so foolish?"
She then sighed, wondering what the Kong family had taught him, as his mind seemed filled with nonsense.
He even thought about bribing the evil cultivators with spirit stones to do his bidding.
They were already showing mercy by feeding him and sparing his life.
As these thoughts crossed Mo Hua's mind, she saw Kong Sheng suddenly fly into a rage.
Kong Sheng picked up the bowl of food and ate a few mouthfuls before pretending to spit it out, only to force it back down his throat.
Then, a wave of anger and frustration washed over him.
He started smashing and punching, his face contorted with fury, as he vented his anger, shouting, "You all deserve to die! Damn you all!"
"How dare you all trample on this young master! I'm the one who should be ordering you around, not the other way round! Damn you all!"
It seemed that he was also recalling the humiliating and shameful events that had transpired during his journey.
He remembered how he had begged for his life, kneeling before those evil cultivators and crying as he revealed himself to be the young master of the Kong family, pleading for mercy.
He recalled the mocking and jeering looks on the faces of the evil cultivators.
Kong Sheng's eyes turned red, and he whispered in a low growl, "It's all because of that dog father and son with the surname Ji!"
"If you hadn't provoked me, I wouldn't have wanted to kill you, leave the city, or end up in this situation!"
"And that Fu Lan, she's just a cheap woman! She acts so pure, but she's not! How dare she refuse me!"
"Wait till I get my hands on you; I'll make you wish you were dead!"
"These evil cultivators, too, humiliating and looking down on me. You all deserve to die!"
"You all have to die!"
...
Kong Sheng's expression was wild and frenzied.
As Mo Hua listened, her brow furrowed.
It was clear that Kong Sheng had brought this situation upon himself due to his own mistakes, yet he blamed everyone else for his misfortunes.
Moreover, his desire for revenge was strong, and his heart was filled with malice.
"It seems I need to find a way to ensure Kong Sheng remains here in Black Mountain Fortress before I leave." Mo Hua pondered silently.
"Evil people should stay where they belong."
Kong Sheng and Black Mountain Fortress seemed like a perfect match.
However, she would have to wait until she finished drawing the fortress map.
Two days later, after completing about eighty percent of the fortress map, Mo Hua's stomach began to grumble, so she headed to the Black Mountain Fortress's kitchen for a meal.
As she ate, she overheard the old man in charge of the kitchen scolding the fat monk.
"The pastries prepared for the Third Master have been stolen... I told you to watch them, and you failed. You're useless if you can't even handle such a simple task!"
Pastries for the Third Master?
Mo Hua paused, looking at the half-eaten pastry in her hand.
So that's why it tasted better than the usual fare.
On the other side of the kitchen, the old man continued his tirade, his tone harsh and unpleasant, berating the fat monk relentlessly.
The fat monk dared not argue back.
After the old man finished venting, he harrumphed and left.
The fat monk stood there, his eyes twitching in anger, and cursed under his breath, "Which bastard stole the food? If I find out who it is, I'll make sure they regret it!"
Mo Hua, who was still eating her pastry, was taken aback by his words and slowly licked her lips, a cold glint flashing in her eyes.
Bastard?
Regret it?
"Not only does he insult me, but he also wishes for my death?" Mo Hua thought to herself as she stared at the fat monk. Her mind raced, and she contemplated killing him first.
(End of Chapter)
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