Dan and Martial God of the Other World

Seeing this scene, other than Steward Chu and Steward Jian from Heavenly Pavilion and Earth Pavilion, everyone else felt strange in their hearts.    

Seeing the attitude of the father and son, Yun Zhenhai and Yun Zhenhai, they were more respectful to this young master compared to Prince Yuv Loongquan.    

Looking at Yun Zhenhai and his son, Du Shaomu smiled indifferently, and then asked Yun Zhenhai: "Do you not want the seat of the Southcloud City City Lord?"    

Yun Zhenhai has already resigned from his position in Southcloud City and brought his son, Yun Qianhao, to seek shelter with Mr Du.    

Yun Zhenhai raised his gaze and suddenly kneeled down.    

That domineering man from before, who did not bend the waist in front of the Crown Prince, kneeled down on one knee.    

"Mr Dean please don't mind the half-wasted person. I would like to stay by Mr Dean's side for the rest of my life."    

Yun Qianhao also bowed. In his clear and proud eyes, there was only sincerity.    

"What's going on …"    

The entire audience was unable to keep calm.    

What was going on?    

The Yun Zhenhai father and son actually kowtowed in front of that youth, Du Shaomu.    

Lee Changkong was also dumbfounded. What happened today was more bizarre than anything else, and he couldn't figure it out.    

Du Xiaohou had already become numb. Back then, the Patriarch of Bai Family was obediently waiting outside the Du Family gate to begin. Adding on everything that had happened today, now that he saw what had happened to his own Young Master, he felt that he would not abandon him.    

"Have you father and son thought it through?"    

Looking at Yun Zhenhai and his son who had fallen before him, Du Shaomu, who was still calm and collected, asked plainly.    

"Mr Dean please take us in."    

The father and son, Yun Zhenhai and Yun Qianhao, were sure.    

For Yun Zhenhai, this decision had been carefully made. Mr Mo was such a great benefactor that even if a superb expert like Mr Mo tried to repay the favor, he would not be able to do so.    

Even with Mr Mo's noble character and medical ethics, he would never ask him to repay the favor.    

However, it would be hard for him to feel at ease if he did not repay this kindness. Therefore, Yun Zhenhai thought of Mr Mo's junior brother, Du Shaomu.    

Yun Zhenhai found out that Mr Mo's junior brother was actually Marquis Fengling Lee Changkong's son-in-law. In North Cloud City, his reputation was not good and he was still young.    

However, Mr Mo said that his junior brother could solve the problem on his son, Yun Qianhao. Yun Zhenhai naturally wouldn't suspect Mr Mo, and Yun Qianhao also needed Mr. Du's help.    

The Du Family seemed to be ordinary. Yun Zhenhai thought about it for a while and felt that it would be useful if he could follow by Mr Du's side and exert some strength. Not only would he be able to thank Mr Du for the kindness he had shown Yun Qianhao, but he would also be able to repay Mr Mo's kindness.    

Of course, Yun Zhenhai also had some selfish thoughts. If he could follow this young Mr. Du and hope that Mr. Du could save his son Yun Qianhao, then he would have a better chance of doing so.    

At this moment, Yun Qianhao did not hesitate. The father and son duo already owed him a favor, and deep in their hearts, they also had the desire to rise again.    

Father had to return the favor and follow Mr Dean. As his son he could only follow. Not only to repay the favor but also to be filial.    

"Get up. You two have already decided to come all the way here to find me. Even though your father's talent is also mediocre, I still share the same sentiments as you two for your fatherly love and filial piety."    

Du Shaomu looked at the father and son in front of him. The corners of his mouth were similar as he said, "Yun Zhenhai, my Du Family is still lacking a second steward. How about you become a second steward?"    

Listening to Du Shaomu's words, Yun Zhenhai felt a sense of familiarity.    

Mr. Du's tone of voice was exactly the same as Mr Mo. As expected of Mr. Du's martial brother.    

"Thank you, Young Master."    

Yun Zhenhai did not hesitate. He raised his eyes and nodded in response. He was ready to follow them.    

"Second steward …"    

The surrounding people were all dumbfounded. This Du Shaomu was too crazy.    

Even if Yun Zhenhai wasn't the master of Southcloud City now, he was still a dignified expert of the ninth level of Martial Marquis Stage, just one step away from Martial King Stage.    

Yun Zhenhai was also in his prime like Lee Changkong, so it was only a matter of time before he stepped into Martial King Stage.    

In the eyes of some first-rate powers, such an expert would at least be a protector.    

Once one stepped into the Martial King Stage, one would be able to become an elder in a first-rate power.    

But this Du Shaomu in front of him was really good. He had an expression of contempt, yet he dared to say that Yun Zhenhai's talent was average, and even let Yun Zhenhai become the second steward of a small Du Family, and not even the chief steward.    

Everyone was surprised, but Du Shaomu didn't seem to feel it at all. He then looked at Yun Qianhao and said, "I'm still missing sword boy. What do you think?"    

Yun Qianhao looked up in surprise, but he still nodded his head. He then bowed and said, "Yun Qianhao greets young master. It's just that Yun Qianhao is a cripple now and can't serve young master well."    

"sword boy!"    

Everyone was dumbfounded again.    

Some peerless geniuses would also gather around their peers or young geniuses and become children.    

The so-called sword boy, who was also a boy, would wipe his weapons for his master, and when his master was practicing martial arts, those who served tea or passed him a weapon would be the same as an attendant.    

If Yun Qianhao had had talent back then, he would have been qualified to accept sword boy. Even a lot of geniuses would be willing to become sword boy.    

Yun Qianhao was too dazzling back then. Everyone knew that if they could follow Yun Qianhao and become a boy, they would benefit greatly from his guidance.    

"If I say that you can become me, sword boy, then you can become me, sword boy."    

Ignoring the surprise and discussion around him, Du Shaomu took out a small box from the Spatial Storage Bag s, opened it, took out a rusty old abandoned sword and gave it to Yun Qianhao, saying: "Since it's for me, sword boy, then I will leave my weapon in your custody. From now on, you have to hug it no matter what you eat or sleep, the sword is with the person, the sword is dead and the person is dead!"    

Seeing this kind of sword, Yun Qianhao had become more knowledgeable in Heavenly Martial Sect back then. He had never seen any treasures or weapons, but this kind of abandoned sword, made him a little unsure of what to say.    

"Yes, Young Master!"    

But since it was already sword boy, Yun Qianhao did not hesitate to receive the sword with both of his hands and hold it in his palms.    

"This is also a sword …"    

"This is a piece of scrap …"    

When Du Shaomu took out a sword in all seriousness, the surrounding experts had already swept their eyes across it countless times. With their eyesight, they all thought that it was a abandoned sword.    

Many people snickered.    

In the hearts of many experts who came from various families, they more or less knew why the Yun Family father and son had chosen to seek refuge with Du Shaomu; it was probably for the same reason that they came today.    

But wasn't Yun Zhenhai's investment too huge? He actually gave up his position as the City Lord and became the second steward of a small Du Family.    

Yun Qianhao was once a peerless genius, but now, he could only play along with Du Shaomu.    

A cripple, a handful of abandoned sword.    

"Sigh …"    

Some people sighed secretly. Their eyes were filled with infinite regret as they looked at Yun Qianhao. The once peerless genius had now fallen to the stage of messing around.    

Steward Jian, on the other hand, had some doubts in his eyes. He recognized the abandoned sword that Mr Mo had picked up from the underground pavilion. He never expected that Mr Mo would actually give it to his junior.    

Lee Changkong could not understand at all. His mind was filled with doubts. He really did not know why Yun Zhenhai and his son would go over to Du Shaomu, this scoundrel.    

Yuv Loongquan stood to the side and his cold gaze became colder and colder.    

Compared to the attitude that the Yun Family father and son had towards that son-in-law, it was undoubtedly like they had just slapped him in the face.    

For a dignified city lord to choose not to become the second steward, this was equivalent to not putting the royal family in his eyes at all, and not putting him, the crown prince, in his eyes.    

"A cripple, a abandoned sword. Yun Qianhao, you are really getting more and more crippled!"    

A sinister voice sounded out, and a well-dressed youth walked out from behind Yuv Loongquan.    

His eyes sneered as he looked at Yun Qianhao, and said: "Three years ago, you lost in battle, but now, you have fallen to such a state. A cripple, a abandoned sword, making a useless son-in-law into sword boy, it seems that you are on good terms with him now!"