Wang Pangzi wasn't angry when Zhang Xiaotuan spat at him.
Instead, he smiled mischievously.
"Xiao Tuan, you'd better keep a close eye on Chen Chu. He's really outstanding now. Those girls outside, oh my, they're all like vixens!"
Zhang Xiaotuan grinned his fangs angrily and said, "Mind your own business!"
"Alright, alright..." Chen Chu smiled helplessly and comforted Zhang Xiaotuan.
Zhang Xiaotuan then gave up.
Then Chen Chu looked at Meng Zhengyang.
"Uncle Meng, what's the background of this Immortal Demon Palace?"
When Meng Zhengyang dealt with the old man in the black hole vortex, he said that the old man was a lackey of the Immortal Demon Palace.
The gaunt old man also mentioned that Meng Zhengyang was a forbidden life master under Chen Yanwang!
Chen Chu immediately thought of his father.
Could it be that my father is the King of Hell that the skinny old man was talking about?
"Little Fatty, cut a watermelon!"
Meng Zhengyang lay on his bamboo chair, picked up a palm-leaf fan, and gently fanned himself.
A short while later, Fatty Wang came out of the house carrying a watermelon.
Meng Zhengyang held the watermelon but didn't eat it; his eyes were filled with reminiscence.
"As I told you before, the greatest enemy your father encountered when he led us across the Forbidden Sea was the Immortal Demon Palace!"
Upon hearing this, Chen Chu immediately perked up.
"The Forbidden Sea contains many islands, and various organizations are based on these islands."
"Our mission is to maintain the stability of the various forces within the Forbidden Sea."
"Whoever steps forward and stirs up trouble, we'll beat them up... However, deep within the Forbidden Sea, there exists an organization known as the Immortal Demon Palace, whose mission is to incite conflict!"
"Their ideas are also extremely insane; they want to plunge the world into extreme madness and then destroy it!"
Meng Zhengyang spoke slowly, but Chen Chu frowned. "So eerie? If the world really becomes like that, wouldn't they themselves die too?"
Meng Zhengyang shook his head. "Their goal is to stir up conflict among everyone, except for themselves. Only by siding with them can one gain peace and immortality amidst the chaos!"
Chen Chu and Fatty Wang exchanged a glance. Wasn't this obviously a cult?
"Uncle, is this Immortal Demon Palace very powerful?" Fatty Wang asked.
Meng Zhengyang nodded, his expression becoming somewhat serious.
“Their organization is very secretive. Back then, we searched the entire Forbidden Sea but couldn’t find any trace of them.”
"Chen Chu, your father was injured by them back then, which is why he took you to live in seclusion in Yulan Mountain."
Chen Chu narrowed his eyes. "So, if they hadn't intervened, Dad wouldn't have perished in Spirit Realm 117?"
Meng Zhengyang nodded without any hesitation.
"With Captain Chen's strength, even if he can't break through Spirit Realm 117, he can definitely survive."
Meng Zhengyang's voice was filled with a sigh, "At that time, Captain Chen's strength had dropped several levels. In order to drive out the first batch of Spirit Realm invaders No. 117, he had no choice but to burn his life force to restore his peak strength."
Chen Chu clenched his fists instinctively.
He can still remember what his father looked like, that gentle middle-aged man who loved to put him on his shoulders so he could see higher and farther.
The Immortal Demon Palace?
Chen Chu had already decided that everyone in the Immortal Demon Palace was a target to be killed!
Meng Zhengyang glanced at Chen Chu and immediately understood his thoughts.
"Of course, with your current strength, you can't even beat their lackeys, let alone take revenge."
"Grow well, and when you reach the Saint stage, you can venture into the depths of the Forbidden Sea!"
Chen Chu nodded emphatically. When he had no strength, he could only try to develop his strength by playing it safe.
There's nothing shameful about it.
Chen Chu thought of something and asked curiously, "Uncle Meng, are you a saint?"
After Chen Chu finished asking his question, Wang Pangzi and Zhang Xiaotuan looked away seemingly casually, but they both pricked up their ears to listen.
Seeing their reaction, Meng Zhengyang found it somewhat amusing.
What do you think?
Chen Chu tried saying, "I guess Uncle Meng, you've already reached the peak of the Saint stage!"
puff!
Meng Zhengyang spat out the watermelon he was eating.
"Don't make wild guesses, kid. I'm just a newbie who's barely crossed the threshold of becoming a Saint!"
Chen Chu chuckled, but after learning about Uncle Meng's true strength, he felt much more at ease.
With Uncle Meng's status as a saint, he can at least find someone to help him if he causes trouble in the future.
As Chen Chu was thinking this, Meng Zhengyang looked at him with some suspicion.
"I always felt that you had some bad intentions. I'm warning you, don't go around using my name to swindle people in the future."
As he spoke, Meng Zhengyang glared at Fatty Wang again, "And you, little fatty, when you're out and about, don't try to use my name as a shield, understand?"
Chen Chu and Fatty Wang both nodded, but then glanced at each other.
The meaning is self-evident.
When there's no trouble, they certainly won't reveal Meng Zhengyang's name.
But if they really encounter any problems they can't solve, they certainly won't be polite to Uncle Meng.
"Alright, stop disturbing my rest. You've been away for so many days, and the medicinal herb garden on the mountain has been neglected!"
Meng Zhengyang urged, "Hurry up and go plant the crops!"
After Meng Zhengyang finished speaking, Chen Chu did not make any move, but stared straight at him.
Seeing that Chen Chu made no move, Meng Zhengyang looked away somewhat guiltily.
"Why aren't you working hard in the fields? What are you doing standing here?"
"That's not right, Uncle Meng. I've grown so many spirit fruits. If I used them to make life potions, I could make at least five hundred tubes!"
Chen Chu smiled as he looked at Meng Zhengyang, who had turned his head away.
"We agreed to split the profits 50/50, but now I'm getting a 10/50 split?"
"My own uncle, don't you want to explain yourself?"
Meng Zhengyang coughed awkwardly, "You, you knew everything?"
Chen Chu found it somewhat amusing, but still maintained a straight face and said, "It's a good thing I went out and broadened my horizons, otherwise you would have kept me completely in the dark!"
"Give me the money!"
Chen Chuyi reached out and looked at Meng Zhengyang.
Meng Zhengyang cursed inwardly, wondering which nosy person was trying to educate him on these things.
Seriously, the cooked duck flew away!
"Hey, hey, I didn't trick you. Here's another box of life potions. I still need to grease some palms with some people about these."
Chen Chu opened the alloy box and saw that it was full of fifty life potions. He immediately smiled!
"I knew it! Uncle Meng would never treat me unfairly!"
Chen Chu picked up ten and gave them to Fatty Wang.
Fatty Wang didn't stand on ceremony and happily accepted it.
Chen Chu then took out two more boxes.
"Uncle Meng, I won't treat you unfairly either. As the saying goes, it's only fair to return the favor. Here are two good things for you!"
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