A Dish Best Served Cold (The Man In Rage)
Chapter 979 So Be It!

"Master, what do you intend to do? I think that we should set aside our plans for revenge right now. You're in a worrying position right now. Your actions have made the elders really displeased. They're going to be livid if you leave the house during your solitary confinement. Besides, the clan has given its orders. No one is to seek revenge for Young Master," said Han hastily. Sheer fear had driven the blood from his face when he heard Chu Zheng-Hong's words.

Chu Zheng-Hong had just been stripped of his authority and office by the clan. It was going to be tough for him to regain his position if he caused these elders further unhappiness.

But Chu Zheng-Hong wasn't going to listen to Han's advice.

"I told you to bring me my sword. Who cares about the clan? Who's going to stop me if I insist on leaving?" His deep voice brimmed with power and strength. "Japan set my son up and killed him. Do they truly believe that my son will not be missed? I'm going to let them know that Fan is not a loveless orphan. He has a father!"

His words rang loudly like the sound of gold falling to the ground.

An intense murderous rage filled the room within an instant.

A biting wintry wind moaned, a long airy howl that sent the bamboos outside the window rustling angrily.

That night, Chu Zheng-Hong left the Chu Sect with his sword in hand.

He handed a journal to Han before his departure.

"Han, if Fan miraculously lives and returns, hand this journal to him. I have nothing for him, only this journal. It contains everything that I've learned. I hope he'll find it of use. Tell him that I'm sorry. His mother was right. I'm not fit to be his father. I failed to protect them in the past. Ten years have passed and I continue to fail in my duty as a husband and father."

The cold winds stirred countless fallen leaves and ruffled the man's sleeves. The fabric flapped angrily in the air.

Anguish colored Han's eyes red. He stared as the towering figure gradually faded into the darkness of the night.

It was a matter of time before the Chu family sent men to stop Chu Zheng-Hong.

Yet, what could they do against this man?

Chu Zheng-Hong made his way down the mountain and with a blade in his hand, slashed through countless chains and charged through countless obstacles. Utter chaos lay beyond the gates of the family house.

The men who tried to stop Chu Zheng-Hong lay on the ground, beaten and immobilized.

Then, just as Chu Zheng-Hong was going to step out of the compounds of the Chu family, an old man stepped out of the darkness and revealed his ghostly presence. The old man was dressed plainly and he had concealed his presence.

He appeared like an ordinary person as he stood there and barely garnered any attention at all.

Regardless, fear and awe appeared on everyone's faces as soon as they saw him.

Even Chu Zheng-Hong couldn't hide the hint of solemnity and caution that appeared in his eyes.

"Are you going to stop me too, Elder Xuan?" said Chu Zheng-Hong as he lifted his head up slowly. His words rang loudly in the dark night.

The old man did not answer him. After a long moment of silence, he asked mildly, "Where are you headed, Master?"

"I'm going to challenge the heavens!" The man's voice boomed like thunder and was filled with grim determination.

"What if you do not survive the attempt?" asked the old man.

"So be it!"

Those powerful words reverberated in the night.

Upon hearing that, the old man stepped aside and let him pass.

Chu Zheng-Hong cupped his fists to show his gratitude, then, with his sword in hand, vanished into the night.

"Elder Xuan, how could you let him leave?" The upper echelons of the Chu family had finally turned up and were questioning the old man anxiously. Xuan simply shook his head and murmured. "His mind is made. I cannot stop him."

HUU!

The wind was the only sound stirring a ripple in the silence of the night.

That night, a man and his blade crossed the ocean as he headed for the islands of Japan.

Waves rumbled beneath his feet as he raced across the sea at lightning speed, leaving trails of white foam in his wake.

From afar, they looked like white serpents thrashing about in the dark ocean.

Demon King Chu was making his return to the martial arts circle for his son.

No one could foresee the chaos that his return would bring to the Japanese martial arts circle.

In Jiangdong, Yunzhou that very same night, the lights of Mount Yunding Villa were kept alit till daybreak.

A sumptuous spread of dishes lined the dining table and remained untouched.

Qiu Mu-Cheng sat quietly at the table without uttering a single word.

She looked mesmerizing tonight.

Her white Versace dress brought out the curves in her flawless figure perfectly.

She did not enjoy putting on makeup, but she had made the effort to do so that night.

Her bright red lips, with its glossy sheen, resembled delicious, tempting cherries.

But there was no one around to admire her beauty.

Akin to the flower that blossomed in the late night, her beauty was one that languished alone.

"Mu-Cheng, it's nearly midnight. You should go rest."

"I'm going to sit right here and wait for him to show up."

"When that rascal turns up, I'm going to drag him over here and get him to apologize to you," blurted out Ye Xi-Mei angrily.

The news of Ye Fan's death had been kept within the martial arts circle. Qiu Mu-

Cheng and Ye Fan's mother had no idea what had happened.

They thought that Ye Fan had been held up and was therefore running late.

Qiu Mu-Cheng shook her head when she heard Ye Xi-Mei's threatening words.

"Mum, it's alright. I'm not tired. I'm going to wait right here for him to show up. Let's see when he decides to show up," said Qiu Mu-Cheng almost sulkily as she sat there and waited.

The dishes on the table remained untouched.

The wine in her glass remained undrunk.

Qiu Mu-Cheng appeared composed but Ye Xi-Mei could sense her disgruntlement and anger.

The young woman had spent days preparing for the dinner tonight.

She had begun practicing her culinary skills two weeks ago.

Qiu Mu-Cheng had suffered countless failures before she had finally managed to whip up the sumptuous spread of dishes that now lay on the table.

She had explained that she had done everything for the birthday celebration but Ye Xi-Mei knew that Qiu Mu-Cheng had cooked those dishes for Ye Fan.

She had poured her heart and soul into the dishes, but Ye Fan had broken his promise and failed to turn up for dinner. He hadn't even called. Anyone would be upset and feel resentful and angry.

An exasperated Ye Xi-Mei excused herself and headed for the bathroom, where she tried to call her son discreetly.

She was ready to give him a verbal lashing and demand that he call Mu-Cheng right this minute and apologize to her.

But he seemed to have turned his phone off. Ye Xi-Mei called a few times but couldn't reach him at all.

'That rascal, he's going to drive me to an early grave! He should have called to explain why he's late. Why did he turn his phone off? I'm going to break his legs when he turns up!" Ye Xi-Mei said furiously. This wasn't the first time this had happened.

Ye Fan had made multiple promises to return home the very next day in the past, but he had broken those promises too.

He was doing it again.

And he had turned his phone off.

Anyone in her situation would be just as furious.