Directed Leakage of Inner Voice: I Pretended to Be a God Undergoing Tribulations Chapter 305

Yue Fuguang said, "Sit down. I will not hold you accountable for this matter for now, but you must be more cautious in the future. You know I do not like complications, nor do I enjoy being disturbed by trivial matters."

Although ​​‌‌​‌‌​​‌‌​​​​‌​​‌‌​​​​​​‌‌​​​‌​​‌‌​‌​​​‌‌​​‌​​​​‌‌‌​​‌​‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌‌​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌​​​​‌‌​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌​​​‌‌​​​‌​​‌‌​​‌‌​​​‌‌​‌‌​​‌‌​​​​‌​​‌‌‌​​​​​‌‌​​‌​​​‌‌‌​​​​​‌‌​‌​‌​‌‌​​‌‌​​​‌‌​‌​‌‍she was not afraid of the news of her possessing precious dicine getting out—in fact, He Qisha's incident might even attract so martial artists to seek her patronage—the principle remained: she disliked trouble and did not want people to think she was easy-going or easily manipulated.

Given her current status and position, there was no need for her to adopt a populist approach. Maintaining a distance from everyone was the best choice.

The three imdiately replied, "We have taken your words to heart, my lord."

Luo Shendong said, "My lord, regarding an incident like today's, this subordinate will absolutely not repeat it!"

If there were a next ti, she would have no face left to remain by the lord's side. They all knew their duty was to protect the lord's safety.

They had no right to make decisions for her, even under the pretext of acting for her own good.

"Invite the He father and daughter in."

Since the Seven Swords Manor was being delivered into her hands, she had no reason not to take it.

Soon, Luo Shendong led a man and a woman inside.

The middle-aged man was He Qisha. He stood over six feet tall, with a broad, powerful build, a square face, a full beard, and a ruddy complexion that showed no trace of soone who had just recovered from a severe injury.

His eyes were sharp and spirited, but upon seeing Yue Fuguang seated in the host's position, he quickly lowered his gaze slightly, appearing extrely respectful.

The young woman following a step behind wore a purple martial attire. She was tall and slender with delicate features, and her movents carried a natural, unrestrained air.

Like her father, she briefly glanced at Yue Fuguang in the host's seat before promptly lowering her head. Her slightly clenched fists revealed her nervousness.

The father and daughter stopped about five ters from Yue Fuguang and perford a formal cupped-fist salute. "He Qisha of the Seven Swords Manor, with my daughter He Jin, pay our respects to the Junior ntor!"

"He Jin pays her respects to the Junior ntor!"

Yue Fuguang gave a slight nod and said mildly, "You have co a long way. Please, both of you, be seated."

After expressing their thanks, they took their seats in the lowest positions.

[Master, this He Qisha is quite fortunate. Thanks to your elixir, he actually escaped a certain death!]

He Qisha had barely settled half of himself onto his chair when these words abruptly sounded in his ear.

The speaker seed to be right next to his ear. If He Qisha weren't a seasoned veteran of the martial world, accustod to great storms and possessing solid composure, he might have jumped up from his chair in shock.

His reaction was not unwarranted, as he was certain the voice had sounded right by his ear, not at the normal conversational distance one would expect in the room.

Given his age and status, his thoughts mirrored Luo Xue's at the ti: this voice did not belong to anyone present in the room. Recalling Luo Xue's extrely subtle hints before their arrival...

He Jin instantly went on full alert. The muscles beneath her martial attire tensed, and her recently relaxed hands swiftly clenched into fists again, ready for action.

Father and daughter exchanged an almost imperceptible glance. After the initial tension, they carefully recalled the content ntioned in that voice.

A certain death?

Indeed, it had been certain. The physicians who examined him had all shaken their heads, practically declaring him beyond cure.

As a man waiting to die, he never imagined that a single small pill from an old friend would completely cure him within half an hour.

Thinking of this, He Qisha, disregarding the origin and strangeness of the voice, cupped his fists towards Yue Fuguang and said, "We are deeply grateful for your grace in granting us an audience despite your busy schedule, my lord. We hope you will forgive our intrusion."

Yue Fuguang remained impassive. "You flatter , Manor Lord He."

He Qisha shook his head, his face full of gratitude. "My lord may not know this, but just over a month ago, I was hard by a villain, suffering severe injuries that left hanging by a thread. Thanks to your divine dicine, I was restored to health in one dose. This kindness is like being reborn."

He stood up and bowed deeply. "Your grace and virtue, my lord, are as weighty as a mountain. Even if I were to tie grass knots or hold a ring in my mouth in gratitude, I could never repay one ten-thousandth of this debt."

He raised his head, his gaze firm as he looked at Yue Fuguang. "From this day forward, whatever command you may have, I, He Qisha, and the Seven Swords Manor behind , will brave any danger without hesitation."

He Jin also said, "Saving my father's life is akin to saving the lives of my brother and myself." She perford a solemn bow. "Though lacking in talent, I am sowhat skilled in martial arts. I, He Jin, am willing to serve you, holding your horse's reins or whip, ready to follow your orders at any ti."

[Master, this He Jin is quite clever. She understands that your one pill saved the lives of all three of them.

According to the original fate, after He Qisha was killed by He Jiuyang and Panshan, she and her brother He Heng were pursued by He Huan.

Although they narrowly escaped death, a few years later, the two siblings still t their end while trying to avenge their father.]

"Now that He Qisha is safe, such a fate will naturally not occur again."

[That's true. Who would have thought Master's unintentional act would end up saving the entire Seven Swords Manor? They are indeed lucky.

However, Master is not short of people to command.]

This ti, the father and daughter heard clearly. One of the voices belonged to the lord before them, but they had not seen her lips move!

As for the guess of ventriloquism, He Qisha was the first to dismiss it. Coincidentally, he happened to be skilled in that very art himself.

Both father and daughter were accomplished martial artists. Upon eting, they had sensed that the lord before them, while exerting a subtle, intangible pressure, definitely possessed no martial arts skills.

Could it be that this lord was truly an immortal incarnate, capable of things ordinary people could not?

On their journey here, the father and daughter had heard no shortage of folk rumors among the common people about this lord, each more fantastical than tales of gods and spirits.

The He father and daughter couldn't help but let their thoughts drift towards the supernatural as well.

Yue Fuguang nodded and said, "Manor Lord He's misfortune has been relayed to by Shendong. Manor Lord Luo's willingness to use the elixir to save you was also due to the old friendship between you. I do not deserve your gratitude."

"No, no, Junior ntor. The great life-saving grace you have shown us, my father and I, is engraved in our hearts."

Seeing that Yue Fuguang was not taking his offer, He Qisha grew anxious. He quickly stood up and declared solemnly once more, "Junior ntor, our Seven Swords Manor is willing, just like the Sunset Glow Manor, to serve you with utmost sincerity. Please do not look down on us for our martial world origins or consider us too crude to be of use!"

He directly went down on one knee. "I, He Qisha, swear upon heaven and earth my willingness to lead the Seven Swords Manor in pledging our lives to serve you. If I ever break this oath, may I be forsaken by both gods and n!"

[Master, this He Qisha is making reckless vows. He doesn't know you are a true immortal. If he betrays you, he truly will be forsaken by gods and n!

Little Zhu can chase him all the way to the underworld and have King Yama give him a proper reception!]

After a mont of shock, He Qisha felt boundless ecstasy. Being shrewd, he instantly connected many dots.

Their master's exalted status, the strange attitude of the court, and the mysterious voices they heard today... all found a reasonable explanation!

This golden thigh—even if he had to kneel here until death today, he, He Qisha, must cling to it.

Having already been as good as dead once, he understood all too well the difference between having a powerful backer and not having one—a gap wider than that between a man and a dog.