Capítulo 1515: Chapter 1601: Famous After One Battle
Tonight is an absolutely celebratory day for Peacock Manor, because before Su Xuan and his group arrived, they had already ford a strategic alliance with them, and both sides surprisingly hit it off instantly.
Peacock Manor’s hatred for Su Xuan can be described as endless. Previously, the young master of Peacock Manor, Nangong Shaoyun, was toyed to death by Su Xuan, leaving no bones behind. This incident made Peacock Manor eager to settle scores with Su Xuan upon learning about it. However, they also knew that the Heroic Manor, controlled by Su Xuan, currently wielded great power.
Originally, they planned to ally with City Hunter to once again hunt down Su Xuan. However, they didn’t expect City Hunter to have suffered massive losses from the previous defeat, making them hesitant to act rashly again.
This situation was truly stifling for Manor Master Nangong Wushang of Peacock Manor, making him want to spit blood, especially since Lin Xinru was his woman. When her body was discovered, it was in the most miserable state, which only fueled Nangong Wushang’s desire to kill Su Xuan quickly.
In fact, he had always been displeased with Heroic Manor, feeling competitive because, for decades, Peacock Manor had been revered in Miaojiang. In the Martial World, irrespective of factions, whenever they faced unsolvable issues, they would always seek Peacock Manor’s intervention.
Therefore, Peacock Manor’s status in Miaojiang was sowhat like a revered pillar in the Martial Arts world, soone no one dared to easily provoke.
However, after Su Xuan erged and gained fa from just one battle, he ford Heroic Manor with a sense of self-importance. Initially, Nangong Wushang found it laughable, considering Su Xuan to be nothing but a re clown, incapable of achieving anything significant. But unexpectedly, this clown managed to keep the Heroic Manor’s business thriving, with multiple large corporations directly signing contracts with them by the third day post-establishnt.
This seriously affected Peacock Manor’s interests, which, to be honest, operated quite shalessly. Instead of taking action themselves, they relied on their reputation. For instance, when soone wanted to cause trouble at a company, they stepped in, diated, and maintained balance—of course, not for free, but for a significant fee.
In the past, companies had no choice, but the establishnt of Heroic Manor changed everything. As long as Heroic Manor accepted an order, others had no way to cause trouble. Their principle was: leave peacefully or face consequences. If you tried anything, you’d either walk away or crawl away impaled. This was Heroic Manor’s motto.
Coupled with Su Xuan’s prior fa from defeating Young Master Ze, a few companies decided to give the Heroic Manor a try.
Those who attempted to provoke learned a lesson the hard way: they were beaten until they wailed. From that point on, Heroic Manor’s reputation skyrocketed. Increasingly, companies sought them out, which significantly damaged Peacock Manor’s interests. Previously, they earned substantial profits by diating disputes and issues, especially near the year’s end. But ever since Heroic Manor appeared, this lucrative business was snatched away by Su Xuan.
Peacock Manor’s longstanding grudge with Su Xuan remained unresolved. Yet, they lacked the overwhelming power necessary, nor did they want to lose face. As Old Man Nangong put it: “I can clearly live off my looks. Why would I resort to violence?”
However, the rise of Heroic Manor was too rapid, as rapid as bamboo shoots after a rain, uprooted overnight without warning—well beyond Nangong’s expectations. It happened too quickly to respond, and everything had already been settled.
Still, Old Man Nangong couldn’t shake off his dissatisfaction. He pondered ways to regain so dignity or reclaim so benefits.
For years, Peacock Manor had been living off its past glories. Nangong Wushang, in particular, leaned heavily on the reputation of Peacock Manor as a Centennial Sect to intervene in matters.
The truth is, such interventions were often disliked, as they required not only paying Peacock Manor, but also the opposing side. Essentially, it ant spending double.
Especially at the year’s end, when young troublemakers sought to extort money from companies, these issues exposed how much they profited from the process.
As the year drew to a close, there was no business at all. Peacock Manor had no other industries, which made him restless, thus considering alternative ventures. To put it bluntly, they were near starvation, and their arrogance prevented them from engaging in security work like Su Xuan. Thus, they plotted against him.
anwhile, they heard that Su Xuan acquired the Holy Origin Pill, valued at four billion, for just eighty million—this made Nangong Wushang see red. So, he and City Hunter allied to take down Su Xuan.
However, Nangong Wushang never imagined in his wildest dreams that so many of his n would end up crippled by Su Xuan, driving him into a furious rage. Initially, he even sent his own son, yet his son ended up dead. This was driving him to a breaking point.
Yet, there was nothing he could do but swallow this mute loss, despite wishing to avenge his son. Just at this mont, unexpectedly, soone extended an olive branch to him, which proved incredibly useful.
The two sides hit it off instantly, quickly forming an alliance.
Today coincidentally was the birthday of Peacock Manor’s little princess Nangong Xinyue, which naturally called for a grand banquet—double the celebration, worthy of a proper festivity.
At this mont, Nangong Wushang and Muto Kenzo sat in the Peacock Pavilion of Peacock Manor, sipping Kung Fu tea with airs of great connoisseurs.
“Brother Nangong, your daughter truly is beautiful. I wonder if she’s engaged yet?”
Muto Kenzo gazed at Nangong Xinyue, who was entertaining guests in the hall. Today, Nangong Xinyue looked stunning, like a princess—tall and elegant, with fair skin, delicate features, and long, black hair. She was undeniably a beauty in every sense of the word.
Muto Kenzo couldn’t help but drool, thinking that it would be amazing to sleep with such a woman.
Muto Kenzo was no saint; despite being married in Japan, he had the audacity to claim he was only in his twenties. In truth, Muto Kenzo shalessly approaching his late forties, yet shalessly claid otherwise—a true scoundrel.
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