Dragon Emperor of Devildom

Dinner.    

The three of them had safely returned to the Zhu Family, and the news of them being able to bring back the Spiritual Vein Grass from the Broken Soul Forest had also spread throughout the entire Zhu Family within a short period of time.    

This news had also reached the ears of many of the large and small forces in Qishan County.    

Loong Hao didn't need to think to know that the reason the old man from Zhu Family let out this news was because he wanted to lure out the real culprit behind all of this.    

"This must be the Young Master Loong that my son and Wenxue are talking about. He is indeed a young man born from a hero. To have such strength at such a young age is really enviable."    

During the banquet, a burly middle-aged man came to Loong Hao's side and looked at him with admiration.    

"Senior, you flatter me."    

Loong Hao replied.    

"Senior what? Since you call Old Third and Third Uncle, you can call me Uncle Hai from now on. Compared to you, my son isn't even fit to carry your shoes."    

Zhu Changhai said to Loong Hao, then he glanced at Zhu Lin, who was sitting beside him, with a dissatisfied look in his eyes.    

Zhu Lin was his son.    

"Uncle Hai."    

Loong Hao nodded and did not say anything else.    

"Good, good, good."    

Zhu Changhai nodded with satisfaction and said, "Come, Uncle Hai, I'll toast to you. Just consider this Uncle Hai as your home in the Zhu Family from now on."    

"Please."    

The two of them finished it in one gulp.    

This time, Wenxue was able to bring back the Spiritual Vein Grass from the Broken Soul Forest. It's all thanks to Brother Loong saving her, otherwise, not only would she not be able to bring back the Spiritual Vein Grass, it might even be possible for her to leave the Broken Soul Forest alive.    

Zhu Siming also sighed as he spoke, but as he spoke, his gaze continued to sweep across the expressions of the surrounding Zhu Family disciples, in an attempt to find some clues from their faces.    

"Little Brother, you have done a great service to my Zhu Family. Not only is it the favor of Wenxue and the others, you are also this old man's savior. In the entire Zhu Family, if anyone dares to disrespect little brother, the family law will punish that person!"    

Zhu Zhenchuan, who was sitting at the top, shouted coldly.    

"Yes sir!"    

Hearing this, the group of Zhu Family disciples immediately replied, and at the same time, their gazes towards Loong Hao became more serious. Even Zhu Changhai never thought that Zhu Zhenchuan would actually think so highly of Loong Hao.    

The banquet lasted for several hours until Zhu Zhenchuan left due to his discomfort.    

"Well, did you see anything?"    

In the room that Zhu Zhenchuan was in, there was a hint of anger in the old man's cloudy eyes. He calmly asked Zhu Siming, who was standing in front of him, and other than Zhu Siming and Zhu Wenxue, no one believed that Zhu Siming was his son.    

However, the calmer Zhu Zhenchuan's voice sounded, the more it showed his anger.    

"Nope."    

Zhu Siming shook his head helplessly, and said while looking at Zhu Zhenchuan: "Weak is really the poison from the people from Zhu Family, they must be a direct descendant of Zhu Family, only those who are direct descendants of Zhu Family are qualified to touch you."    

"However, after these people received the news that you had obtained the Spiritual Vein Grass and had the chance to recover from your hidden injuries, most of them became agitated. At the same time, all of their expressions relaxed a little."    

"No matter who it is, we must find out!"    

Zhu Zhenchuan shouted.    

"I will continue to pay attention."    

Zhu Siming immediately replied.    

"Yes, there's also that Loong Hao. Did you find out his identity from Ol 'Three?" Zhu Zhenchuan asked again.    

"Are you suspecting that Loong Hao might have been sent by the other clans to our Zhu Family to intentionally get close to your spy?" Zhu Siming was surprised, frowned and asked curiously.    

"Humph!"    

Zhu Zhenchuan glared at Zhu Siming coldly and said, "Why are you getting close to me? Kill me? "If it wasn't for this kid, this old man would have lost his bones long ago. Is there a need to add fuel to the fire?"    

"You taught me a lesson."    

Zhu Siming immediately nodded.    

If there is no problem with this brat's identity, why not completely integrate him into Zhu Family and make him a part of the Zhu Family? That way, even if I were to encounter any problems in the future, with the Honored Martial Stage of one of the other clans, I will not dare to act rashly. "    

Zhu Zhenchuan said.    

"What do you mean?"    

Zhu Siming was immediately confused.    

"Wenxue isn't young anymore. It's time to get married."    

"I see." Zhu Siming hesitated for a moment before nodding slightly. He then looked up at Wu Tie and said, "But on this matter, shouldn't we first ask for Wenxue's opinion?"    

Wenxue has been willful since she was young, and her eyes are high at the top. In the entire Qishan County, not a single person could enter her eyes, but take a look at the situation with Wenxue after she came to the Zhu Family.    

Zhu Zhenchuan said snappily. He glared at Zhu Siming and said, "How did you become a father? Even an old man like me can tell what you are thinking. Can't you feel it?"    

Zhu Siming's old face instantly blushed. He indeed felt something strange from Zhu Wenxue, but he didn't think about it at all. He thought that his daughter had grown up.    

"But, it's good to ask Wenxue for her opinion. Find a time to talk to Wenxue alone. As for Loong Hao, I'll go talk to him myself."    

Zhu Zhenchuan said.    

"Yes."    

"Go down."    

Zhu Zhenchuan waved his hand.    

The more Zhu Siming thought about it after he left the room where Zhu Zhenchuan was in, the more he felt uncomfortable.    

"Go, call Miss to my study."    

In the study room, Zhu Siming threw an old book on the table impatiently and shouted to a servant girl outside the door.    

"Yes."    

"Yes!" The little servant girl immediately answered and trotted away. Not long after, Zhu Wenxue arrived at Zhu Siming's study in a snow-white long dress. Compared to the martial arts robe from before, she looked even more beautiful.    

"Dad, why did you call me?"    

Zhu Wenxue asked doubtfully.    

"You're already eighteen this year, right?"    

"Yes."    

Zhu Wenxue nodded in agreement and looked at Zhu Siming in confusion.    

"You're not young anymore. It's time to get married. Your cousin Wenxia has already gotten married since she was 15. Now, she has two children." Zhu Siming went straight to the point.    

How could she not understand Zhu Siming's meaning: "My daughter is not going to marry, my Zhu Family is in danger right now, my grandfather's poison has not been cured, so how can my daughter marry at this time, even after the crisis of my Zhu Family has passed, my grandfather's poison has also been cured, my daughter is not going to marry, my daughter still wants to stay by my father's side for two more years."    

Hearing Zhu Wenxue's answer, Zhu Siming nodded his head in satisfaction. He knew that since his daughter had grown up, she would definitely not be tied down by her childhood sweethearts.    

Thinking about the old man's intentions, Zhu Siming still decided to tell Zhu Wenxue, "Since you have this kind of intention, then I'll be satisfied. But it's useless to tell me. The old man wants you to marry Loong Hao, although …"    

"Since it's grandfather's wish, it wouldn't be good for daughter to go against it. We'll rely on father to make the decision …"    

Before Zhu Siming could finish his words, Zhu Wenxue interrupted him with a blush. Her face was red, as if blood could drip out at any moment. It was as hot as boiling water, and she couldn't wait to find a hole to hide in.    

Zhu Siming's eyes immediately widened. His mood was even worse than if he ate a mouse's shit …