166: Chapter 166 My skills are so rudimentary, how dare I presume to teach you?

The four generals of the Murong Family each had their own strengths, but the one who could make Zhao Fangcai look at him in a new light had to be Feng Boe.

Feng Boe was born with a love for sparring and never feared a powerful opponent; instead, he feared his opponents would be too weak—the more challenging the match, the more he enjoyed it. It wouldn't be an exaggeration to call him a "martial arts fanatic."

However, despite being bellicose, he never used his strength to bully the weak and was a man of principle. Even if wronged or deliberately slandered, he could control his temper and would never lay a hand on ordinary commoners.

Previously, Qiao Feng had cursed Murong Fu for being base and shameless. Although he mentioned Feng Boe and Murong Fu together, he specifically praised Feng Boe for being able to distinguish right from wrong, calling him a true hero.

Hearing Zhao Fangcai say this, Feng Boe was stunned for a moment.

He had originally thought that Zhao Fangcai would likely ignore him—after all, before this, the two sides belonged to opposing camps with completely different stances.

But he hadn't expected that the other party would not only refrain from saying harsh words or treating him coldly, but would instead welcome him with a smile and an exceptionally sincere attitude.

This scene might not seem special to others, but Murong Fu, hiding in the shadows, felt very uncomfortable.

Feng Boe was naturally straightforward and cheerful, and he loved befriending magnanimous people; he immediately felt a sense of goodwill toward Zhao Fangcai.

He clasped his hands in greeting again and said with a hint of humility, "Your Highness, you are too kind. With my meager skills, how would I dare show off before you?" Although he did not fear powerful opponents, he had self-awareness and knew he was certainly no match for Zhao Fangcai.

"Ah, we are just exchanging martial arts; it's hardly showing off before an expert."

Zhao Fangcai waved his hand and said with a touch of regret, "It is truly a pity for someone as talented as Fourth Brother Feng to be trapped in this place. If you could go to the battlefield, you would surely achieve great things."

These words made Feng Boe's eyes light up slightly.

In truth, the thought of establishing merit and a career had always been hidden in his heart, and he was confident in his abilities; he just hadn't encountered the right opportunity.

Suppressing the stirrings in his heart, he stepped aside and pointed to the young lady beside him, saying, "Your Highness, this is the daughter of my third brother, Bao Butong, named Bao Buliang."

Bao Buliang immediately took a step forward, bowed according to etiquette, and said with a slight sob in her voice, "I implore Your Highness to avenge my father."

In reality, Bao Buliang was quite pretty—though she couldn't compare to Wang Yuyan's gentle grace or Mu Wanqing's bright beauty, she had a poised figure and lovely features, with the unique nimble aura of a Jiangnan woman between her brows.

Her name "Buliang" was entirely because her father, Bao Butong, loved to argue with others: back then, people always praised her for being beautiful, but Bao Butong insisted on contradicting them and stubbornly gave her the name "Buliang."

Thinking back now, her father's argumentative nature was truly exasperating.

Zhao Fangcai comforted her in a gentle tone, "Young Miss Bao, there is no need to thank me. The person who caused your father's death was Murong Bo; I was not the one who killed him.

If anyone should be thanked, it should be me thanking you—thanks to your timely message, we were able to catch the old fox Murong Bo in time."

But Bao Buliang knew very well that if it weren't for Zhao Fangcai, her father's grudge would likely never be avenged.

She said with a firm tone, "I, Bao Buliang, have nothing to repay Your Highness with. I am willing to stay by Your Highness's side and serve you to repay this kindness."

"Young Miss Bao, there is no need to be so polite." Just as Zhao Fangcai finished speaking, Wang Yuyan, standing aside, said, "Husband, why not let Sister Buliang stay?

Our residence's Guest House just happens to lack a manager; it would be perfect for her to take this position."

Zhao Fangcai and Wang Yuyan exchanged a glance, and he instantly understood her thoughts:

On one hand, it was to protect Bao Buliang—since she had sent a message to the Duke Zhenguos Estate, it was equivalent to betraying the Murong Family. If there were still old subordinates of the Murong Family in the Four Great Manors, Bao Buliang's life might be in danger;

On the other hand, it was to win over Feng Boe and the others and ease the relationship with the Four Great Manors—the Four Great Manors originally harbored many talented people. If they could be recruited for his own use, it would naturally be a good thing.

As for these people having been retainers of the Murong Family, it wasn't a big problem—now that the Murong Family had fallen, just as monkeys scatter when a tree falls, one could see from the choices of Deng Baichuan and the others that the people of the Four Great Manors were all planning for their own futures.

Even if these people ultimately couldn't be used by him, there was no need to treat them as enemies—if one insisted on exterminating everyone, the enemies would never be finished. One couldn't possibly kill everyone related to the Murong Family, could they?

After thinking this through, Zhao Fangcai pondered for a moment, then nodded and said, "Alright, we will do as my wife says. From

this day forward, Young Miss Bao is a member of our Duke Zhenguos Estate."

"Thank you, Your Highness! Thank you, Madam!" Bao Buliang was filled with gratitude and quickly bowed again.

Zhao Fangcai smiled, his gaze falling back on Feng Boe, and said with a hint of concern, "Fourth Brother Feng, I see your complexion isn't good. Is it that your previous internal injuries haven't healed yet?"

These words surprised Feng Boe. He subconsciously glanced at the calm Wang Yuyan—this internal injury of his was precisely when he had accompanied Murong Fu to Mandala Villa to argue and was struck by Wang Yuyan; it hadn't fully healed yet.

Seeing his reaction, Wang Yuyan immediately understood and said with a bit of apology, "At that time, Murong Fu was being rude, and I acted out of anger. I might have used too much force; I hope I didn't hit any vital points?"

"It's fine, it's fine. It's just a minor injury, nothing to worry about." Feng Boe quickly waved his hand, not wanting Wang Yuyan to worry too much.

Seeing this, Zhao Fangcai couldn't help but chuckle—he was also on the scene then and saw with his own eyes how Wang Yuyan, for his sake, slapped Murong Fu in front of everyone. That scene was truly satisfying.

Feng Boe had only suffered this injury because he wanted to protect his master. Although they were serving different masters at the time, Feng Boe's loyalty was indeed rare.

Then, he took out two bottles of Medicinal Pills from the System space, handed them to Feng Boe, and said, "Fourth Brother Feng, take these two bottles of medicine—one is the purple sun pill from Wudang Mountain, and the other is the lesser reverting pill from the Shaolin Temple. They will be very beneficial for your internal injuries."

"purple sun pill? lesser reverting pill?" Feng Boe cried out in surprise, and even those around them showed shocked expressions.

"This purple sun pill is a treasure of the Wudang Sect; ordinary people have no way of obtaining it!"

"And the lesser reverting pill, that's a miraculous Spirit Pill specifically used by the Shaolin Temple to treat internal injuries!"

Amidst the crowd's exclamations, Zhao Fangcai remained composed: "Fourth Brother Feng's injury is internal, and there are signs of Cold Qi accumulating in the body. Use the purple sun pill first to disperse the Cold Qi, then use the lesser reverting pill to regulate the body; the treatment effect will be better."

He paused and added, "This purple sun pill can clear the mind, detoxify, and transform Qi. It has always been suitable for use in combination with drugs that treat internal injuries."

"This... this is too precious, I cannot accept it!" Feng Boe quickly declined—whether it was the purple sun pill or the lesser reverting pill, both were extremely valuable treasures that ordinary people couldn't get even if they begged. How could he accept them for no reason?

"Fourth Brother Feng, please accept them. This is a small token of my husband's regard," Wang Yuyan urged from the side.

Bao Buliang also covered her mouth and said with a smile, "Fourth Uncle Feng, you are usually so bold and generous. Why have you become so hesitant now?"

Feng Boe glared at Bao Buliang and pretended to be angry, saying, "You girl, you've only just arrived here, and already you're starting to side with outsiders?"

"Bah, who's siding with outsiders!" Bao Buliang's cheeks turned crimson at his words, feeling both shy and annoyed.

In truth, she did have her own little calculations—she wanted to take the opportunity to win over Feng Boe. After all, after her father Bao Butong passed away, she took charge of Golden Wind Manor. Her reason for wanting to enter the Dukes Residence was also to find a reliable backer.

If she could also win over Feng Boe, then in the future at the residence, she wouldn't be inferior to Deng Baichuan and Gongye Qian.