Gate of God Chapter 282: Little Black Dragon

Chapter 282: Little Black Dragon
Translator: Sparrow Translations Editor: Sparrow Translations
The servant continued to rub the carvings on the wooden box as he spoke, his rodent like eyes glimmering. He did not look like he wanted to give up the box.
Fang Zhengzhi watched as tears built up in The servant’s eyes. He scorned it. This was such an age old trick!
Trying to raise the prices?
"Since it’s so precious to you, I don’t want it!" Fang Zhengzhi turned and prepared to leave. He did not even take a second look at the box.
The servant, who was still caressing the box, was stunned.
"Young master, young master! Please don’t leave. Such a treasure is only fit for someone as powerful as you. It is a waste for someone like me to have it!" The servant shouted as Fang Zhengzhi prepared to leave.
"You want to give it to me?" Fang Zhengzhi smiled at The servant.
"Ahem..." The servant cleared his throat, "Why don’t you take a look at it before deciding if you want it?"
"Okay then!" Fang Zhengzhi nodded and turned around. Then, he added, "I am very busy, be quick!"
"Yes yes yes..." The servant nodded.
He did not caress the box any longer. He simply pressed the button on the box and it opened.
"Oh? This box is not bad at all." Fang Zhengzhi’s lips thought to himself, but he did not express it.
The wooden box opened.
A pale green glow came through.
Fang Zhengzhi glanced at it and his eyes brightened.
There was a bow inside the wooden box. Furthermore, it was an exquisite bow. The bow was jade green and inscribed with various patterns. Fang Zhengzhi had no idea what it was made of.
The most important part was the bowstring.
It was covered in extremely tiny black scales. Tiny line like rays of light flowed on the scales.
Even though Fang Zhengzhi had no idea what the bowstring was made of, he was almost certain that this bow was worth a fortune.
How can that bowstring ever be fitted on an unworthy bow?
Good bow!
Fang Zhengzhi subconsciously rubbed his hands together as he took the bow out of the box.
It was heavy and cold to the touch.
It was a hard bow.
"Young master, how is it? Isn’t it a good treasure?" The servant looked on in anticipation as he saw Fang Zhengzhi lift the bow.
"Not bad at all!" Fang Zhengzhi nodded in satisfaction.
"Young Master is someone who knows his stuff. This bow was given to me by my ancestors. It’s initial owner was famed throughout the lands..."
"Just tell me how much you want for it. Like I’ve said before, I’m very busy." Fang Zhengzhi waved and interrupted The servant.
He knew exactly what The servant wanted to say.
The servant was going to tell him the glorious history of the bow and its famous owners. He will also narrate their contributions.
However, Fang Zhengzhi was not f*cking interested.
In actual fact, when he said he was happy with it, the deal was made. There was no need to waste any more time.
"Since you’re happy with it, I won’t say anymore. Is this figure okay with you?" The servant waved five fingers in front of Fang Zhengzhi.
"Sure!" Fang Zhengzhi nodded.
"You are decisive!" The servant beamed when he saw Fang Zhengzhi nod.
"Naturally." Fang Zhengzhi took the wooden box from The servant and placed the Sun Shooting Bow inside.
The servant rubbed his hands in anticipation as his eyes glimmered
However...
His expression darkened when he looked at the five coppers in his hand. He looked like he was just struck by a bolt of lightning.
"I’m off!" Fang Zhengzhi turned to leave after putting the wooden box in his Heart Protection Mirror.
"Sir, sir!" The servant was getting anxious.
"I told you that I was busy!" Fang Zhengzhi walked on without turning back. He disappeared within an instant.
He left the servant standing by the alley.
"Five... five coppers?! I meant 500,000 coppers!" The servant looked on in disbelief as he looked at the coppers in his hand. He then looked in the direction Fang Zhengzhi disappeared into.
He was stunned for a full 15 minutes before he reacted.
His eyes filled up with tears as he howled. He rolled on the ground before rubbing his face with his mud filled hands.
The mud mixed with his tears and dirtied his face.
Then, the servant lowered his head as he walked down the street. He continued to sigh as he walked, almost as if his mother had died.
There was another figure sauntering behind the servant.
That was Fang Zhengzhi.
"Not a great actor. If not for the fact that you were crying just a little too loudly, I might have actually believed you!" Fang Zhengzhi looked on scornfully.
He did not believe that there was a deal this good.
Since ancient times, there have been many people who have fallen for traps like these, causing them to lose their lives.
It was weird for a servant like that to have a treasure like this. Furthermore, the servant had no skills to speak of, yet he dared to lure Fang Zhengzhi into such a secluded place.
He was trying to make Fang Zhengzhi fall into his trap.
More importantly, the defenceless and innocent looks were all fake.
Fang Zhengzhi felt his money bag. In order for the servant to continue his act, Fang Zhengzhi had to give up 5 coppers.
"I would like to see who this guy works for!" Fang Zhengzhi followed the servant through the streets. Finally, the servant reached the entrance of a teahouse.
The teahouse was constructed using red wood. It was an ancient building. The signboard was red in color.
Fragrance Restaurant!
The servant stopped at the entrance. He looked around to make sure no one saw him, then entered with the crowd.
Fang Zhengzhi followed the servant in.
However...
He had underestimated the volume of customers.
In the blink of an eye, the servant had disappeared, leaving Fang Zhengzhi in the teahouse searching for him.
"What would you like to have?" A waiter came over to serve Fang Zhengzhi.
"Just a pot of tea will do." Fang Zhengzhi waved his hand as he continued to look for the servant.
"Okay, but you’ll have to wait for a while. It is the breakfast hour and seats are limited. Why don’t you take a seat by the corner?" The waiter invited Fang Zhengzhi to the corner of the restaurant.
Fang Zhengzhi was stunned and he followed the gaze of the waiter. He quickly realized that there were no less than a dozen people queueing up.
"God damn it, what kind of place is this? Why is there a queue?"
Fang Zhengzhi was rather experienced and he calmly looked around his surroundings. He realized that one of the tables had a wooden stick on it. It was used to demarcate reserved tables.
"Actually, I have a reservation!" Fang Zhengzhi walked towards that table. At that moment, he saw a figure at the corner of his eyes.
The figure flashed by and rushed to the upper floors of the restaurant.
Fang Zhengzhi knew that this was the servant he was tailing. He changed direction and rushed up the stairs.
"Sirs, you cannot barge into the rooms upstairs..." The waiter was stunned when he saw Fang Zhengzhi rush up.
Fang Zhengzhi ignored the waiter.
He flew up the stairs and saw the figure of the servant rushing towards the third storey.
"Third storey?" Fang Zhengzhi’s eyes glimmered.
The Fragrance Restaurant was so popular, anyone who could dine on the third storey was definitely influential. There was definitely more to this than meets the eye.
Fang Zhengzhi did not think any further.
All he wanted to do was give the mastermind a surprise. He wanted to jump in and scream, ‘Oh, it’s you!’
As to what good scaring the mastermind would do...
Fang Zhengzhi had not considered that.
He simply decided to have some fun since he was free now.
Now that he had the Sun Shooting Bow, he was not giving it back. He was not worried that the servant would pinpoint him. After all, the servant had no evidence.
All he had to do was deny.
Very quickly, Fang Zhengzhi reached the third storey of the Fragrance Restaurant. There was a small wooden plate on the door.
It read, "The Sun is rising".
...
The Ninth Prince had never felt as helpless as he did now. No matter how hard he tried, Ping Yang refused to budge.
She was not lending the stallion no matter what.
He desperately wanted to participate in the hunting competition the next day.
As a prince in the Great Xia Dynasty, Lin Yun had never involved himself in politics, state affairs, or the military.
Even so, he was still a prince.
He still had a great amount of power. No matter what it was, he had a way of getting what he wanted.
The Purple Lightning Dragon Stallion was one such example.
That was a gift from the Crown Prince on his birthday. This was something known to everyone. At that time, the Crown Prince had asked him to look after this stallion in front of the Emperor. He also tasked him with charging into the frontlines one day and contributing to the empire.
Emperor Lin Mubai had praised the Crown Prince for showing maturity as the eldest brother. He also said that the Crown Prince could keep maintain the brotherhood.
However...
It was clear that the Ninth Prince did not understand what the Crown Prince meant.
After getting the Purple Lightning Dragon Stallion, he toured the stables and became one of the best calvary shooters. Because he rode the Purple Lightning Dragon Stallion, he was given the nickname "Little black dragon".
Even though he was an idiot in politics...
He was one of the best in hunting and horse riding.
However...
He had lost his prized Purple Lightning Dragon Stallion.
If news of this got out, he would be a laughing stock. How can the Little Black Dragon not have the Dragon Stallion?
"Sister, lend me the Purple Lightning Dragon Stallion for one day. I will split half of the prize with you?" Lin Yun pleaded with Ping Yang.
"Half? No thanks!" Ping Yang shook her head in scorn.
"I’ll give it all to you, all of it! As long as you let me ride the Purple Lightning Dragon Stallion to the hunting competition tomorrow, I’ll give you everything!" The Ninth Prince grit his teeth.
"No way!" Ping Yang rejected him unequivocally.
"Sister, what do you want? Just tell me what you want. I’ll give you anything I have." The Ninth Prince said in exasperation.
He never expected Ping Yang to be this stubborn.
He had no choice but to bag. He had to do it in order to maintain his reputation.
"I can lend it to you, but, you have to give me something." Ping Yang smirked as she looked at Lin Yun, who was on the verge of tears.
"What is it, just tell me. I will have someone bring it over!" The Ninth Prince was ecstatic.
"It’s nothing important, you can give it to me now." Ping Yang smiled.
"Please tell me." The Ninth Prince said doubtfully.
He had not brought anything other than some snacks and his ancestral jade.
"I just want you to write a receipt and put your fingerprint on it."
"Receipt?"
"Yes, write that you sold me the Purple Lightning Dragon Stallion for 10,000 silvers." Ping Yang blinked at the Ninth Prince.
"Sell... sell it to you?! No way! Defintiely not!" The Ninth Prince’s expression changed. He rejected that proposal unequivocally.
Even though the Purple Lightning Dragon Stallion was with Ping Yang, and the letter from Chi Guyan had been eaten...
The Ninth Prince knew...
The moment Chi Guyan came back from the Heaven Dao Pavilion, the Purple Lightning Dragon Stallion would be his once again.
Ping Yang would definitely listen to Chi Guyan.
If he wrote this receipt...
The Purple Lightning Dragon Stallion would really be Ping Yang’s. Even if Chi Guyan returned, she could not help him. He would lose his Little Black Dragon title forever.