Master Head of the Dragon Soul

Chapter 858 Uprooted

Chu Feng suggested, "As you grow older, there's no need for you to shoulder such heavy responsibilities. Let others at Lord Chu's Castle handle these tasks."

Chu Tianxiong paused for a moment, feeling relieved and nostalgic. "Some roles are irreplaceable," he reflected. "Like being a husband, like being a father." He had led a life filled with honor, but he had let down his beloved wife and his son. Therefore, the peach tree served as a poignant reminder of his memories and the guilt he earnestly sought to redeem.

Chu Feng understood the meaning behind his father's words and silently assisted with watering and weeding.

Sitting on a stone slab, Chu Tianxiong faced the gentle breeze and starry sky, observing his son. "You did an outstanding job in the Xi Ye battle. I'm proud of you," he stated calmly. Despite his flat tone, his heart beamed with joy and pride. After all, every parent would want their child to succeed.

Furthermore, Chu Feng was already exceptional. Thus, the Chu family's legacy would thrive in the next generation.

"As you returned triumphantly to Yenching that day, a grand reception awaited, with thousands welcoming you. It was splendid, wasn't it?" Chu Tianxiong's expression turned serious, and he spoke sternly, "When I conquered seventeen countries and ascended to the position of a general, the grandeur was a hundred times greater than what you experience now." He added, "But I hope you realize that these empty titles and reputations can build you up, yet they can also break you. The higher you climb, the harder the fall. You stood in the spotlight, becoming the God of War who protected the country and gained the prestige of a regional lord. Many envied and resented you. You must stay true to yourself, have self-awareness, and guard against arrogance and impatience in order to go far in the long run—"

Chu Feng glanced at him and said, "You're still the same as when I was a child, always lecturing but never appreciating."

Chu Tianxiong fell into a contemplative silence. He acknowledged his shortcomings as a father, realizing that he often communicated with his child using lofty principles, almost as if conducting military drills. In doing so, he unintentionally overlooked the fact that his son was still a young and impressionable child.

It dawned on him that what his son truly craved was not just the imposition of authority but rather the warmth of encouragement, the solace of companionship, and the validation of appreciation from his parents. Instead of being perceived as the distant and austere "Lord Chu," Chu Tianxiong recognized the need to bridge the emotional gap with his son. The atmosphere in the room suddenly grew heavy with this newfound realization. Content © NôvelDrama.Org 2024.

Chu Tianxiong suddenly asked, "I heard that you had a conflict with the people from the Martial Arts Alliance at the airport?"

Chu Feng scoffed. "A presumptuous woman claiming to be Wei Zhongxian's woman. She knocked over my comrade's cremation urn, so I taught her a lesson. That's all."

Chu Tianxiong frowned, his eyebrows furrowing. "But I heard that you made a strong statement, saying that you want to demolish the Martial Arts Alliance?"

"Shouldn't the Martial Arts Alliance be demolished?" Chu Feng countered, his gaze piercing. "In recent years, Wei Zhongxian has wielded absolute power, and the members of the Martial Arts Alliance have been acting high and mighty, meddling in military, political, and business affairs, causing chaos everywhere." He added, "The Martial Arts Alliance has turned into a rogue entity, running amok. How many people have they bullied into silence? How many families have suffered because of them? Should we let this malignant tumor persist and keep causing harm for centuries?"

Chu Tianxiong spoke in a low voice. "The Martial Arts Alliance has deep connections, really deep. You can't just go after it."

Chu Feng laughed and raised his head proudly. "That's exactly why I want to take action and completely demolish the entire Martial Arts Alliance and their backers!" Then, he told his father, "Keep these medicinal herbs. Use them well. Watch how I completely uproot the Martial Arts Alliance."

He placed the prepared bag of herbs on the ground and turned around, leaving without another word. This father-son conversation ended on a sour note.

Chu Tianxiong stared at Chu Feng's departing figure. His gaze fixed for a full two minutes. Suddenly, he burst into hearty laughter, filled with pride and emotion.

"This kid's temperament is just like mine."