Stop it, Taoist, Your Fight almost Ruins the DAO!-Chapter 873 - 488 Late Night Conversation, Six Hundred Million Deep Red Points, Return to Human Realm Schedule

873: Chapter 488: Late Night Conversation, Six Hundred Million Deep Red Points, Return to Human Realm Schedule

873 -488: Late Night Conversation, Six Hundred Million Deep Red Points, Return to Human Realm Schedule

“Father, do you really think the Holy Venerable is…”

Inside a luxurious mansion, a young horse-headed demonkin was trying to say something to his father when he was interrupted with a glance.

“My son, these days I have been busy with public affairs and haven’t had a deep conversation with you for a long time.”

“Sit down and let your father see how your tea-brewing skills have progressed recently.”

“Somehow, when I was young I enjoyed strong liquor, but as I grew older, I became more fond of tea.”

Ma Zouri patted his eldest son’s shoulder and led him straight into a tea room.

“Father, you are a wise veteran traveler who has gone through the rigors of life, returning to a simpler, more truthful state.”

The young horse-headed demonkin slapped on a flatterer’s smile and began to brew tea methodically.

After swift and clean movements, a cup of fragrant tea was freshly brewed.

“Father, please—try how my handiwork is.” The young demonkin, proud of himself, gestured invitations with empty hands.

“There has been progress, but this tea I will not drink.”

Ma Zouri picked up the cup of tea, gently blew on it, but instead of drinking, he placed it on the desk,

“Do you know why your father won’t drink it?”

“This art of tea is also a form of cultivation, my son.

Your actions seem immaculate, beyond reproach, but with a soft sniff, father knows that your tea has aged.”

“The water temperature for brewing tea varies by tea type.

In your hurry, you omitted the crucial step of letting the water sit after boiling.

You think no one could tell, but you’re gravely mistaken.”

“This tea doesn’t need to be tasted; just by smelling it, I know that it’s ruined.”

With an expressionless face, Ma Zouri spoke while he poured his son’s offered tea directly onto the ground, then took up a small fan, replaced it with a pot of mountain spring water, and started boiling water again.

At this moment, a small red clay stove burned vigorously.

He focused intently on the dancing flames, his mouth not pausing for a moment.

“My son, everyone praises your cleverness, but it is precisely people like you that worry your father the most.

Do you know why?”

“You possess only petty cleverness, not great wisdom.

Whilst I taught you to brew tea and handle affairs, you liked to cut corners with your petty cleverness.

You always think you’re smart bypassing numerous steps, believing you are flawless.

Yet in front of a true master, you have nowhere to hide.”

Gurgle~ Gurgle~

Soon the water boiled atop the small red clay stove.

Seeing that the timing was right, Ma Zouri immediately lifted the teapot onto an adjacent cup mat.

Now, he finally looked up and squarely faced the eyes of his eldest son — known as a prodigy since childhood:

“Your opponents are not simpletons; you face a commanding lord, a true sovereign.”

“Do you think only you are clever, only you care about the future of the Demon Realm, and the rest of the demonkin are just selfish?”

“Father…”

“Shut up and let me finish!”

“Do you think I got to my current position just by kissing up to the Holy Venerable, shamelessly brown-nosing, betraying at the earliest opportunity?

That I was merely lucky?”

“Your son does not dare~”

“Is it that you don’t dare, or you can’t?” Ma Zouri’s hand, hidden in his sleeve, tightened slightly.

He wanted to erupt but ultimately sighed with resignation.

“It seems I’ve protected you too well.”

“My child, remember my words today.

Flattery is a highly sophisticated art requiring immense wisdom.

Never believe that flattery is as simple as being thick-skinned.”

“There are as many shameless prostitutes in the Demon Realm as there are fish crossing the river.

Yet how many truly stand out?

Most lead a life of nothing special — thousands embrace their jade arms, millions taste their rosy lips, ending up with injuries and ailments, cast out withered and aged to a desolate twilight.”

“Whereas I, your father, am the whore who has successfully sold herself at a high price!”

As he spoke, Ma Zouri’s face turned indifferent, revealing the real meat of the matter.

“There is only one Holy Venerable, only one Demon Lord.

How do they rule over such vast territories, making countless demonkin willing to serve?

It is benefit!”

“The Holy Venerable values me because I bring him benefits.

Your subordinates follow you because they believe you can bring them benefits.

Relatives and friends look after you because I can bring them benefits.”

“Even the Holy Venerable is relentlessly snatching up benefits at all times.

His own share may be negligible, but he must provide for others.”

“And now, possessing peerless martial power in the Demon Realm, combined with today’s Edict of Self-accusation and the ‘Fair Demon Code,’ holding countless Profound Secret Techniques from the Four Great Demon Kingdoms and the support of numerous common demonkin, the benefits he holds are so numerous and stable, they far exceed your imagination,”

“Unless the Holy Venerable goes mad and slaughters demonkin wantonly, the position of a common ruler of the Demon Realm is as solid as ironclad fact.”

“Being able to bring benefits to those in need, whether the throne of the Demon Emperor is held by the Fair Demon Emperor or the Eastern Pole Demon Emperor, it has become largely indistinguishable.”

Having said this, Ma Zouri’s expression softened a little.

After fluid, flowing movements, two cups of fragrant tea were freshly brewed.

He handed one cup to the son who resembled his younger self and said with a warm smile:

“Look, brewing tea is like conducting affairs.

After today’s discussion in the Golden Throne Hall, this temperature is just right.

Have a taste.”