"This vengeance must be exacted, but not openly, rather secretly; so we must not rush!" Zhao Tianba answered.
"Then how long must we wait?" Zhao Yi inquired.
"I don't know, it could be days, months, or even years, but as soon as that bastard who harmed my son appears alone in our Zhao Family's sight, it will be his time to die," Zhao Tianba replied fiercely.
"No! This plan won't work! We must seek revenge for my brother sooner!" Zhao Yi expressed his disagreement with his father's plan for revenge.
What if Lin Yifan never appears alone forever? Wouldn't that allow him to escape justice?
"So what do you suggest?" Zhao Tianba asked.
"Lure the snake out of the hole! Find a reason to draw him out and kill him!" Zhao Yi answered.
"And what if it fails? Have you considered the consequences?" Zhao Tianba continued to ask.
"If it fails, it fails. I don't believe he would dare do anything to our Zhao Family," Zhao Yi responded angrily, really unable to swallow this grievance.
Hearing this, Zhao Tianba sighed and then explained, "Yi'er, you're young and naive, forever unaware of how formidable Medicinal Saint Valley is; with just one command, there isn't a sect in the Central Plains Cultivation World that would dare to go against it; so do not be presumptuous, offending Medicinal Saint Valley would benefit us in no way."
"Are we just supposed to wait indefinitely? Knowing not the month or year?" Zhao Yi asked.
"If you don't want to die or endanger the entire family, then just listen to me," Zhao Tianba answered sternly, truly not wanting to extend the discussion.
He too wished to avenge his son, but could he sacrifice the entire Zhao Family for it? The answer was clearly no.
When you sit in this position, enjoying high status, you must think deeply and speak and act cautiously, not make decisions that could destroy the entire family.
"Fine! You're too scared to act, right? I'll do it! I must avenge my brother, and reclaim justice!"
Zhao Yi, his temper rising, confronted his father in front of everyone.
After speaking, he turned and left the hall, heading towards his own room.
He did not go directly to find Lin Yifan, as he had also heard about the incident where Song Baoshi was taught a lesson by that man; confronting such a formidable person directly wouldn't work, he knew he had to resort to trickery.
Seeing that Zhao Yi did not leave the house, Zhao Tianba finally felt relieved.
Perhaps Zhao Yi had acted out in a moment of impulse; thus, with some comforting later, his anger might subside. For original chapters go to novel·fıre·net
Meanwhile, speaking truthfully, Zhao Hong was quite disappointed with his father, never expecting him to be such a coward.
But now, his father was his only support. Without him, Zhao Hong would never be able to pose again.
Therefore, he dared not send his father to a certain death, truly did not dare.
His father must have his reasons for acting this way; otherwise, the Family Head of the Tian Family would have sought revenge on that scoundrel long ago.
As long as his father promised to avenge him, that was enough for him, even if it took a long time.
As one problem settled, another arose. Checking the time, it was already ten in the morning; at that moment, the two attendants were anxious, unsure how to begin speaking.
Before they left, that disciple from Medicinal Saint Valley had ordered their Zhao Family to transfer one hundred billion into his account by the end of the day, or face the consequences.
Hesitating for a moment, for the sake of the Zhao family, they finally spoke up, and went forward to report, "Master Zhao! That disciple from Medicinal Saint Valley demands our Zhao Family pay one hundred billion for his sister's emotional damages within today, or else the Zhao Family should prepare for its downfall."
"Damn it, bastard! I haven't even asked him for medical expenses yet, and he's demanding money from me, really disregarding our Zhao Family!" Zhao Tianba furiously exclaimed.
But now, what could he do?
"Either send troops to kill Lin Yifan or compensate with ten billion. Those are the only two options left."
Everyone in the hall was startled by his sudden action, not expecting him to be so angry.
But thinking about it, the disciple from Medicinal Saint Valley was too dismissive of the Zhao Family, anyone would have been just as furious in his place.
The table was smashed, yet he couldn't move a step.
Seeing the increasingly weak momentum, Zhao Hong curiously asked, "Father, you're not really going to compensate that bastard with ten billion, are you?"
"What do you expect me to do, then? Risk the entire Zhao Family in a fight with him? Or just sit here waiting to be dealt with?" Zhao Tianba countered.
He suddenly lost all fondness for this troublemaking son.
It might have been tolerable when the issues were minor, but now that such a huge problem had arisen, what did he expect him to do? He really felt like slapping him.
Looking at his father's angry eyes, Zhao Hong dared not speak further. Now, he realized how foolish he had been, how many foolish mistakes he had made.
It was just like how children never understand adults' helplessness.
He naively thought the Zhao Family was invincible, but in the entire Cultivation World, they were so humble, insignificant, and vulnerable, always being restrained.
After calming down, Zhao Tianba ordered someone to transfer ten billion to Lin Yifan.
The Zhao Family was not yet strong, and he didn't want it to fall so soon; thus, he would pay the ten billion as compensation for emotional distress.
Compared to the Tian Family, the Zhao Family was relatively better off, at least not having to compensate so much. Sadly, his son's Dantian was destroyed, which made him wonder how he could face others now!
At this moment, Zhao Tianba was filled with rage, hating the Medicinal Saint Valley disciple, Lin Yifan, to the core.
Trouble followed upon trouble.
Not long after, the Family Head of the Mu Family came knocking, demanding that Zhao Hong pay the price he deserved.
"Zhao Hong, you little rascal! Get out here!"
Hearing the shouting, everyone in the hall followed Zhao Tianba outside, to see what was happening.
Approaching the gate and seeing it crowded with people from the Capital City's Mu Family, Zhao Tianba was somewhat surprised, somewhat puzzled, and unsure of their intentions.
"Brother Mu, what urgent matter brings you here with such hostility?"
"Your son committed a misdeed, don't you know?" Mu Lingtian retorted.
"What misdeed did my son commit?" Zhao Tianba asked curiously.
His son only had a conflict with the disciple from Medicinal Saint Valley, how was the Mu Family involved?
"Your son used underhanded tactics, throwing poisoned darts to assassinate my son. Today, I will kill him!" Mu Lingtian answered defiantly, right in front of Zhao Tianba, without any fear.
"What? Throwing poisoned darts?" Hearing these words, Zhao Tianba grew furious, and he shouted loudly, "Bring that bastard here now; I have questions to ask!"
After two subordinates responded, they entered the Zhao residence and brought out Zhao Hong.
Stepping out of the house and seeing the people from the Mu Family, Zhao Hong trembled uncontrollably, not expecting them to confront him directly.
"Why are you hiding behind me? Feeling guilty like a thief? Move to the front!" Zhao Tianba commanded.