Master Head of the Dragon Soul

Chapter 857 I'm Not Materialistic

After respectfully placing the cremation urns of the martyrs amidst the bustling crowd, Chu Feng and his family left the Martyrs' Cemetery in a modest sedan.

These heroes, who had sacrificed themselves for their country, now rested peacefully, witnessing the passage of good times as they had wished before going to war.

The car soon arrived at Lord Chu's Castle.

Chu Feng presented thoughtful gifts from Chen FengXing, Luo Gang, and Ye Mei'er to Duo Duo. As she looked at the exquisite toys and delicious snacks, her eyes lit up with excitement and curiosity.

Yun Muqing, quietly observing the scene, felt a deep sense of contentment and joy in her heart.

"I have something for you too," he said, carefully adorning his graceful neck with a special necklace crafted from bullet shells. Its simplicity carried a subtle elegance. "I've been working on it whenever I missed you over the past few months. It's a necklace I unintentionally created," he explained.

She delicately traced her fingers over the bullet shells, her beautiful eyes reflecting genuine emotion. "I truly love it," she sincerely expressed. For her, the value lay not in material possessions but in the sincerity behind them.

After returning home, Chu Feng spent half a day cherishing every moment with Duo Duo and Yun Muqing.

In the evening, he had a meeting with Mr. Zhong. After a brief contemplation, he presented a selection of precious medicinal herbs, carefully sourced from Xi Ye, including stag antler and yak horn. "Mr. Zhong, these medicinal herbs were a gift from friends in Xi Ye. They possess body- nourishing, energy-regulating, and life-extending properties. I would like you to accept them," Chu Feng offered.

With a knowing smile, Mr. Zhong replied, "Master Feng, are these precious medicines intended for me, or are you using me as an intermediary to deliver them to Lord Chu?" As an elderly man, he had long seen through the pretense of indifference between father and son.

Feeling somewhat helpless, Chu Feng smiled and replied, "You can also use them. I prepared them for you—"

Mr. Zhong waved his hand and reassured him, "Master Feng, I appreciate your kind intentions. But I believe it would be better if you delivered these items to Lord Chu. To be honest, during these past few months when you were fighting in Xi Ye, although he appeared calm on the surface, deep down, he was still worried and anxious…" He continued, "Especially during the days when you had the decisive battle with the Wargod of Six Nations, Jiang Wanjun, he stayed up all night, unable to sleep, and his hair turned several shades whiter."

Chu Feng fell silent, unsure of what else to think about.

At that moment, a soft and gentle jade hand grasped his arm, and Yun Muqing whispered, "Go and see him. You know where he is."

He pondered for a few seconds and silently nodded.

Mr. Zhong immediately displayed a pleased expression, feeling extremely gratified. He thought, "After years of estrangement between father and son, they finally have a rare opportunity to reconcile. How wonderful!"

Lord Chu's Castle was a magnificent and solemn place with a secluded and remote courtyard.

Chu Tianxiong, as usual, burdened with state affairs, spent only half an hour each day taking care of the peach tree in the courtyard.

As Chu Feng entered the yard, he noticed that Chu Tianxiong, the man known as "Lord Chu" in the hearts of billions, now had many white hairs on his temples. His movements had become sluggish, and even after lifting several large buckets of water, he began to pant heavily, showing signs of exhaustion. Only then did Chu Feng remember that this man was already approaching his fifties.

Moreover, years of continuous warfare, coupled with the burden of state affairs year after year, had taken a toll on Chu Tianxiong's body. If it weren't for his resilient and tenacious willpower, he would have likely collapsed long ago.

Taking a deep breath, Chu Feng walked forward, took the water bucket from Chu Tianxiong's hand, and helped tend to the weeds in the courtyard.