Zhuge Liang's Journey to Dominate the World: Starting from Another World

Kongming looked up and saw a young man dressed in magnificent clothes walk in, accompanied by three cultivators.

When the young man's gaze fell on Zhu Ganglie, a look of disgust immediately appeared on his face.

Seeing this, one of the cultivators stepped forward and pointed at Zhu Ganglie, shouting, "Where did this pig demon come from? How dare you enjoy food here! Get out of here!"

Damn it, the repeated discrimination made Pigsy furious. He slammed his chopsticks on the table, stood up abruptly, glared at the cultivator, and shouted, "Who the hell let their pants get loose and this thing ran out? It's not like I'm not paying! Why are you kicking me out?"

"Little pig demon, I think you're tired of living. I'll braise you today!"

The monk was furious when he saw that Zhu Ganglie dared to insult him, and he reached out to slap the pig on the head.

However, his hand was only halfway down when it was firmly grabbed by another hand.

"We are all cultivators. If you dare to touch him today, just try it!" Kongming said calmly, but his tone left no room for doubt.

The cultivator was intimidated by Kongming's aura and couldn't discern Kongming's true strength, so he calmly withdrew his hand.

They had traveled a long way from Chang'an to celebrate the birthday of Zhao Jingmo, the governor of Leizhou. However, they didn't know much about him, and besides, this was no longer their territory. They could only glare at Kongming fiercely before retreating to the young man's side.

Seeing this, the young man's eyes darkened and a hint of displeasure appeared on his face, but he didn't say anything more. He just glanced at Kongming indifferently and then led his men to another table.

"Big Brother's imposing manner was spot on; my legs were trembling just now!" Pigsy said in a deep voice.

"Kindness is often taken advantage of, and even the kindest pig gets stabbed. Ganglie, remember this when you travel the world, and learn from it," Kongming said slowly, waving his feather fan.

"It's all because you shaved off my majestic mane, otherwise I would have lost to him!" Pigsy touched his bald head, clearly missing his former majestic and domineering self.

"You think this is courtship in your animal kingdom? Who are you trying to fool with that tuft of black pig hair!" Kongming glared at it.

"Hey! Brother, why are you discriminating too..."

The young man didn't stop there. He coldly said to the three cultivators beside him, "Your sect only sent the three of you to protect me this time? I think your Ju Kui Sect doesn't want to rely on my father's legacy anymore!"

"Young Master Du, our sect elder was injured in the battle at Qinglan Sect and is indeed unable to come. Besides, we are only here to offer birthday greetings, so the three of us are sufficient!"

"Hmph!" The young man snorted coldly, clearly dissatisfied.

“That person just now looks somewhat like Zhuge Liang of the Qinglan Sect, and he doesn’t seem to be a half-baked cultivator as the intelligence reports suggest!” the cultivator who was about to make a move said, half-closing his eyes.

"Oh! Is that really true?"

"It's not certain yet, but this person's appearance and attire do bear some resemblance to the portrait that was circulated before. However, I've never heard of Zhuge Liang having the habit of leading a pig wherever he goes!"

"Better to kill the innocent than let the guilty go free. My father gave the order that day. If this person is really Zhuge Liang, then it will be a great achievement." The young man's face showed a fierce look.

“Young master is right. Zhuge Kongming is very cunning. When we were in Yuliang County, he never left his house, so we really didn’t have a chance to make a move,” another cultivator chimed in.

"Are you three confident?" The young man, referred to as Young Master Du, looked at the three cultivators beside him.

“I just tested him out. Although he possesses considerable magical power, the three of us can definitely take him down. However, this is Leizhou, and Zhao Jingmo's sixtieth birthday is approaching. Everyone here is here to celebrate, so I'm afraid…”

"Hmph! Just do it cleanly. In this vast sea of ​​people, who would know it was us? Even if Zhao Jingmo wanted to investigate, he wouldn't be able to..." The young man sneered, interrupting the cultivator.

The three cultivators exchanged glances. They all knew that although this Young Master Du was a mortal, he was no saint. He was capable of anything to achieve his goals.

The young man was none other than Du Qingfeng, son of Du Ruhui, the Prime Minister of the Tang Dynasty. He had come as an envoy to offer birthday greetings to Zhao Jingmo.

Normally, when other countries celebrate the birthdays of their governors, they would simply send an envoy. However, the Tang Dynasty was currently in a precarious situation, and in order to mend relations along the border, Du Ruhui had no choice but to send his beloved son to show his importance.

At this moment, Kongming and Zhu Ganglie were completely unaware of the plan on this side.

Although Kongming remained calm, he was secretly on guard. He could sense the hostility in the eyes of the three cultivators.

"Brother, Leizhou City is so lively! It's much better than our remote mountain village," Zhu Ganglie mumbled between bites of a chicken leg.

Kongming smiled but remained silent. Leizhou City, though prosperous, was also a place where all sorts of people mingled. Here, a single misstep could lead to utter ruin.

After indulging in a hearty meal and drinks, the two left the restaurant and headed to find an inn to stay in.

Seeing this, Du Qingfeng gave a wink to one of the cultivators, who then followed him out.

"Two guests, do you want to be a top-notch person or stay in a hotel?"

The two arrived at an inn, where a waiter immediately came to greet them.

However, this servant was clearly more clever and didn't give Zhu Ganglie any strange looks, which made Zhu Ganglie feel much better.

"Brother, let's stay at this place!"

"Alright!" Kongming readily agreed.

"Alright, gentlemen, please follow me." The waiter enthusiastically led the two into the inn, and they were soon settled in.

"Brother, we've eaten and drunk our fill, now it's time to play!" Zhu Ganglie kept muttering, after all, Kongming had said that he could choose whatever he wanted to eat, drink, and have fun.

Kongming raised his head, glanced at Zhu Bajie, and said in a deep voice, "Just now on the street, I sensed someone was secretly watching us. Although they concealed their presence very well, I could still detect something amiss."

"If you can't bear to part with it, then you can't bear to part with it! In broad daylight, what could possibly happen... sigh..." Zhu Ganglie flicked his sleeves, looking utterly disdainful.

"What are you trying to do, looking like a dead pig? Don't scare the girl!"

“No wonder Li Guangling thought you were a homosexual, I think he was absolutely right!” Zhu Ganglie muttered.

"You idiot, you're starting to doubt me? Come on, today I'll show you whether I'm gay or not!" Kongming glared at him and said sternly.

Upon hearing this, Zhuge Liang's eyes darted around, and he was secretly overjoyed. He thought to himself that this young Zhuge was still too naive and had actually fallen for his trick.

Kongming knew perfectly well that this dead pig was full of wicked schemes; today he would make it suffer so it would know the wickedness of human nature...