Chapter 74: Sect Fellows
To be honest, Wei Yuan did not feel like meeting another official at all. He was afraid he would lose control and get violent, and these Dao Foundation cultivators were so fragile that they could not possibly handle more than a few blows. If he was careless, he could easily kill someone by accident.
However, Lee Zhi declared that matters regarding provisions and pay were life and death and thus should be handled properly. Besides that, Wei Yuan was aware that he and his immortal sect fellows would leave the place eventually. However, Fang Hetong and the villagers would still remain in Quyang. There was no way the officials would overlook the three hundred militia soldiers, much less Fang Hetong. For example, they could easily make up a random excuse and beat them half-dead every once in a while. No, they had to wrap this up as soon and as cleanly as possible.
Wei Yuan thought that it made sense, so he agreed to attend the banquet. Fang Hetong felt just as reluctant as him, if not more so, but he too agreed for the sake of the villagers.
Prior to the banquet, Lee Zhi and Wei Yuan chatted a little about their experiences and amusing anecdotes from their years of cultivation.
Back in the day, Lee Zhi could not accept that he had lost to Wei Yuan. Later, he used his connections to obtain a record of his competitor’s scores and test answers. It was only then he realized just how badly Wei Yuan had been suppressed during the first two tests, not to mention that he was two years younger than him. Despite this, the boy still outperformed him and even crushed him during the martial test. After that, Lee Zhi accepted his defeat wholeheartedly.
After that, Lee Zhi diligently studied the Dao of King of Humans in the Four Sages Academies and forged his Dao Foundation five years later. It was a Four Symbols Tripod Cauldron. The tripod cauldron was the sacrificial tripod cauldron the ancient King of Humans had used to offer sacrifices to the heavens. It possessed the power to secure a country’s fortune. In other words, it was an immortal foundation.
Lee Zhi was already quite impressive when he was just eight years old. Ten years later, his maturity and elegance no longer looked artificial. He possessed a gentle and contemplative nature, and making conversation with him felt as refreshing as a spring breeze. His demeanor and insight were truly captivating as well.
It was nighttime, but the back courtyard of the Quyang county yamen was brightly lit. A massive dining table was set at the center of the hall. Lee Zhi was sitting at the head of the table and flanked by County Magistrate Sun and Wei Yuan. Fang Hetong was sitting next to Wei Yuan. Ren Youwei the county assistant, the chief of records, Wang Delu the commandant, and more had joined the dinner as well.
Fang Hetong was glaring at the tableful of delicacies in front of him, ashen with anger. Such was his fury that he could not even keep his emotions off his face. He stood out like a sore thumb among the guests.