LEGEND OF THE DEMON KING.
270. The Lady of Steel
Not only is he strong, he is wise. On one hand, he fended off the attacks of the Pill King Hall, and, on the other, connected with the other houses through marriage, expanding their strength.
This had caused the Pill King Hall to suffer countless and heavy defeats over the past century.
Everyone in the seven houses had to admire this woman's skills.
They all realized that without him, there would be no Flower Floating Building today.
Even the Pill King Hall had to admire him.
People came to call her Lady of Steel, while the disciples of Drifting Flowers Edifice called her Grandma.
He was not Lord Edifice at all, but he helped three generations of them, holding a powerful Drifting Flowers Edifice.
It was a pity that the Lady of Steel had finally fallen in enemy tactics.
A decade ago, the Vicious Pill King had three supervisors under his control.
They betrayed the house and asked for help. Chu Bijun went to save them, only to fall into their trap.
Severely wounded and poisoned by the Rainbow Cloud Palm, he still managed to escape their encirclement.
They had always thought the Pill King Hall was behind this, but now they knew it was the Regent Estate all along.
His state was extremely precarious when he returned, with just one more breath from death.
In this time of impending death, he made a bold and radical decision.
In order to make Chu Qingcheng the Building Lord, hand over the coat to a 13-year-old girl,
with Supervisor Iris and Peony by his side. This decision caused disagreement among many supervisors.
But they could only hold it in silence in the face of their Grandma's strength.
Given what happened, Chu Qingcheng's most trusted allies were the Overseer Iris and Peony.
Over time, people began to think Grandma was dead, when in fact Aunt Tao, froze her on her last breath and turned her into an undead!
Chu Qingcheng rubbed his eyes and recalled those moments as he looked at Grandma.
Aunt Tao stared intently at Tan Wen Hong, “Nak, do you understand everything?”
Tan Wen Hong nodded, “Ya!”
“Good. Now, you will be the next person to pass it on!
The Drifting Flowers Edifice will never die as long as one remembers it!”
He laughed and helped Tan Wen Hong stand up before he put his hands together and Chu Qingcheng's delicate hands.
“Only for a few days .. be careful!”
Aunt Tao walked towards the cave wall and entered contemplation.
Tan Wen Hong was about to ask for clarification when Chu Qingcheng pulled her in front of Grandma. He leaned over again and left without turning around.
With a rumble, the stone door closed and the line started again.
“Saudari Chuchu, what happened?” Zhuo Fan asked confusedly. He doesn't understand
why did Chu Qingcheng prevent him from speaking and bring him to listen to their history.
Chu Qingcheng shook his head and showed a rare yet warm smile, “From now on, call me only Chuchu, or Qingcheng!”
“Eh..”
Tan Wen Hong blinked. He did not understand what Chuchu meant, but his gaze aroused something foreign in his heart.
“Kony!”
Chu Qingcheng withdrew his hand as he continued, “You are now one of us. Come on, I'll take you to see my family members.
Chu Qingcheng brought Tan Wen Hong to the barren hill. Three desolate graves struck a terrifying image amidst the harsh and cruel wind.