Chapter 43 Chapter 43 Let the male protagonist of the fairy tale experience my love 6
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Yang Chongtian arrived with a serious expression. He frowned at the devastated sect and the elders attacked by lightning snakes. "Meng Fuge, what do you mean?" Meng Fuge stood up and said slowly, "I'm just asking them to return what's rightfully mine. It was just a friendly negotiation." Yang Chongtian: "????" Friendly? Do you think I'm blind? With the level of damage, are you sure it's friendly? Yang Chongtian's mouth twitched wildly. "Are you kidding me? Friendly enough to electrocute them all?" Meng Fuge stroked her hair and pulled out the account book with her other hand. "I think it's quite friendly. After all, it seems like the headmaster owes me something. Since we're all here, let's pay it back together!" She put away the account book, drew her sword, and looked up at Yang Chongtian. She suggested seriously, "Actually, I can have a friendly talk with you. But I can't guarantee the survival of the sect." When two Mahayana cultivators went to war, the residual power alone would undoubtedly be fatal to all living beings in the area. Yang Chongtian naturally knew this. He stole a few glances at Meng Fuge's expression, and it didn't seem like he was joking. Strange! Had Meng Fuge changed his ways? The group of elders had already been dealt with by Meng Fuge, so it didn't seem like he was joking. Yang Chongtian smiled and casually pulled out a storage bag. "Junior sister, we were rude to you earlier. I'm returning it to you!" Meng Fuge took the bag and began to count it right in front of Yang Chongtian. Yang Chongtian's mouth twitched again. Was this guy crazy? Counting things in front of others? The key was that he had just taken things casually! The amount was definitely not as much as he had cheated Meng Fuge out of him. This was a slap in the face of him, the head of the sect! Meng Fuge had already finished counting, but it didn't match the records in the account book. So, he just stared at Yang Chongtian without saying a word, just watching. This made Yang Chongtian extremely embarrassed, and he almost dug out a three-bedroom apartment with his toes. Yang Chongtian, the first to succumb to the pressure, immediately pulled out another storage bag, gave it to Meng Fuge, and fled. Yang Chongtian's face darkened. He hadn't expected Meng Fuge to be so smart. As a fellow Mahayana cultivator, he wouldn't tolerate anyone being betrayed. It would be bad if Meng Fuge defected from the sect because of this; he had to keep her within Tianyan Sect. He warned the other elders not to provoke Meng Fuge in the future. Meng Fuge counted the contents of the storage bag and saw that she had a lot of money left—perhaps interest! Seeing how kind she was, she didn't bother the Sect Master with any of the planning, but planned everything herself. Just then, Meng Fuge received word that the Meng family, in an attempt to atone for their sins, had prepared a banquet as a way for Meng Fuge to bet on her family. A sneer curled her lips. "The Meng family are really good at finding opportunities. It's time I met them." She packed up and headed for the Meng family. Her high-profile appearance was accompanied by lightning effects that nearly destroyed the banquet. A glint of greed flashed across Meng Yunyue's eyes as she looked at her. Such a powerful force, if only it were hers. Yes! It was hers, and she had to take it back! Meng Fuge naturally noticed Meng Yunyue's look. How naive of a small minion to covet her things was she? In the original novel, Meng Yunyue considered everything in Meng Fuge her own. Because she felt that Meng Fuge had taken away her status as the true daughter of the Meng family, Meng Fuge owed her a lifetime, and Meng Fuge should give her everything unconditionally. How shameless! Meng Fuge slapped Meng Yunyue in the face. Because Meng Fuge didn't control the force, Meng Yunyue was only sent flying dozens of meters away. Meng Yunyue was dizzy from the slap, and it took her a while to come to her senses. She covered her face and screamed, "You bitch, how dare you hit me!" As she finished speaking, another slap landed on Meng Yunyue's face. This time, Meng Fuge didn't hold back, causing Meng Yunyue to spit blood. Her cheeks were swollen and red. She pointed at Meng Fuge with trembling fingers, "You..." Meng Yunyue trembled, unsure how to vent her anger. She cursed him, but feared being hit... The Meng family members, still stunned, gradually recovered and began to criticize Meng Fuge. "You're so presumptuous! This is our Meng family's banquet!" "Why did she hit Miss Yunyue?" "That's right! Why? Isn't she just a Mahayana cultivator? What's so great about that?" "She's such a country bumpkin, so unruly." "She doesn't understand any rules!" Meng Fuge glanced at the crowd coldly. Were these people brainless? How dare they slander a Mahayana cultivator like her? Such a cruel novel! In the original novel, these Meng family members had caused the original owner no end of trouble, making things difficult for him. After all, they were Meng Yunyue's loyal defenders. The criticism continued, and she glanced at the original owner's parents. Mother Lin Duqing, distressed, helped Meng Yunyue to her feet. She glared at Meng Fuge with resentment, as if she were an enemy. Father Meng Junlin's gaze, while not as resentful as Lin Duqing's, held a certain accusation. They made no attempt to stop the Meng family. A hint of amusement flickered in Meng Fuge's eyes. She wondered if these Meng family members would choose to defend Meng Yunyue over their own lives. "Shut up!" Meng Fuge laced her voice with spiritual power, a tone too much for ordinary people to bear. Everyone covered their ears, their pain unbearable. Even Meng Junlin and Lin Duqing were affected. They had only intended to intimidate Meng Fuge, to show her who the Meng family cared about, to let her recognize her own identity. But they hadn't expected Meng Fuge to resort to direct violence. How could she...? They were Meng Fuge's biological parents. Was this how Meng Fuge was raised? When they wanted to open their mouths to question, a heavy pressure came down on them, making it difficult for them to even breathe. Only then did they realize that Meng Fuge was still a Mahayana cultivator, but they were her biological parents, how could they... Meng Fuge controlled the pressure, making it difficult for everyone, but they could not die. She flashed in front of the disciples who were gossiping, and asked calmly, "What did you say just now?" The group of disciples' breathing stagnated, cold sweats flowed down crazily, no one dared to speak, hoping that Meng Fuge would let them go. How could that be possible? Meng Fuge chuckled, moved his fingers, and in front of everyone, cut off the head of the man who shouted the loudest. "If I hear something that makes me unhappy again, he will end up like you."
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