Chapter 159: Cheng Huang? Ye Tianxin’s Alive! The Yun Sect’s Sword Saint Luo Shisan had never been mocked like this before. He said, “A grand disciple of the Evil Sky Pavilion won’t strike a man when he’s down?”
Yu Shangrong shook his head and said, “You’ve misunderstood me, sir...”
“Oh?”
“You’re currently very weak... Boringly so. So I’ll kill you, but, in one month’s time,” Yu Shangrong said.
“...” Luo Shisan regarded Yu Shangrong with a complicated gaze. ‘What’s he playing at? What a peculiar way of thinking for a villain.’ He said, “Everyone in the world says that the Evil Sky Pavilion’s villains kill without batting an eyelid so it’s true... This means that I have another month to live?”
Yu Shangrong said in a gentle tone, “In my hometown, there’s a plant called lavender. It’s very short-lived. It grows in the morning and withers by nightfall... You’re much luckier than the lavender.”
“You...” Luo Shishan was, naturally, annoyed when he heard this, but he did not dare to show it.
“Please...” Yu Shangrong made a sweeping gesture with his hand, indicating that Luo Shishan was free to go.
“You won’t strike me from the back?” Luo Shisan could hardly believe this.
Yu Shangrong said nothing. Instead, he looked at Luo Shisan calmly.
Luo Shisan took a deep breath. He barely took a step forward before he face-planted on the ground.
Yu Shangrong shook his head and repeated, “Don’t be afraid.”
“I’m not afraid... Throughout the years I’ve cultivated, I’ve never feared anyone... This is caused by my exhaustion from fighting against Hua Wudao for a prolonged period,” Luo Shishan said.
Yu Shangrong remained silent.
Luo Shisan turned to glance at Yu Shangrong. When he saw Yu Shangrong smiling politely, he felt himself relaxing slightly. He cleared his thoughts and took another step forward.
Yun Shangrong reminded him, “I hope you won’t forget our agreement, sir.”
“What agreement?”
“One month later, I’ll kill you.” Yu Shangrong turned around slowly before he walked away at a speed that was neither fast nor slow.
“...” Luo Shishan’s expression turned slightly sour. As he looked at the Sword Devil’s retreating back, he said with slight disdain, “I didn’t even agree to that. How can you call it an agreement?”
Luo Shishan prided himself on his outstanding sword skills. In recent times, he had even made a name for himself. Among those who fought him, in terms of sword techniques, the person he would least like to face was his brother, Luo Changqing. He had once asked his brother who his brother had least wanted to face, and his brother had named the Sword Devil. However, he could not remember if his brother had ever crossed swords with Sword Devil Yu Shangrong. His brother, Luo Changqing, had always been a cautious person. If his brother was wary of Yu Shangrong, this meant Yu Shangrong was not inferior to his brother. For this reason, he did not want to face Yu Shangrong.
“What does it have to do with you if I want to kill you?” As soon as Yu Shangrong finished speaking, his body turned blurry. In just a blink of an eye, he was already hundreds of feet away. In another blink, he had completely vanished into thin air.
Luo Shisan strained his eyes to look in the direction in which Yu Shangrong had disappeared. He was filled with mixed emotions at this moment.
...
Great Yan’s palace.
Within the tranquil palace, one of the boudoirs was in a mess.
Behind a six-paneled screen, a charming woman was trembling, and her expression was unsightly. She stood before a bronze mirror, and it could be seen that her face was ghastly pale.
“Stay your anger, my lady! His Second Highness has said that we’re not to go against the Evil Sky Pavilion ever again!” A female cultivator said from the other side of the screen.
“What else did... His Second Highness say?”
“His Second Highness said that he won’t investigate further into the death of Lord Chen Zhu, and he hopes that you... will reflect on this.”
The charming woman remained silent, and her expression darkened even further. Without warning, she raised a fist and slammed it against the bronze mirror.
Bam!
Her seemingly gentle movement surprisingly broke the bronze mirror as though her fist was a thousand-catties hammer. After that, her anger seemed to have subsided as she regained her composure. “Did the Clarity Sect reply?”
“In reply to your question, my lady... Pan Litian’s whereabouts is still unknown... No one has been able to find him until now.”
“Since we can’t find him, we’ll just have to make him show up on his own... Spread the news about Pan Zhong,” the woman said slowly.
“Pan Zhong has been exiled from the sect for many years. Now that he’s with the Evil Sky Pavilion... will Pan Litian still seek him out?”
“Just do as I told you to.”
The woman sounded calm when she spoke, but the female cultivator hastily bowed and no longer dared to speak. She only said, “Understood!”
...
Meanwhile, the cloud-splitting chariot had returned to the Evil Sky Pavilion.
Lu Zhou glanced at Fan Xiuwen whose body was completely charred and said, “Lock him up... and keep him alive.”
“Understood.” Mingshi Yin brought Fan Xiuwen away.
“Elder Hua, you’ve done a lot this time... Hurry up and get some rest,” Lu Zhou instructed.
“Thank you.” Hua Wudao cupped his fists before he turned around and left as well. It was difficult enough for him to maintain his posture in front of everyone in the state he was in.
Little Yuan’er rushed over to Lu Zhou and asked, “Master, you must be tired as well. Shall I bring you to your quarters to rest?”
“No need.” Lu Zhou waved his hand. He remembered what Ren Buping had said when they were facing the Ten Shamans. Cheng Huang was inside Ye Tianxin.
It was not entirely impossible...
Wu Sheng had laid down the Grand Predecessor Formation for Ye Tianxin. The palace had been fishing for the bones of the Bai people for a decade. The Cheng Huang from the Bais could extend one’s life for more than 2,000 years. Was it true?
Lu Zhou considered it before he shook his head. ‘If it’s true, Ji Tiandao would have been the first one to charge forward, judging by his knowledge and character. The pavilion closest to the water enjoys the moonlight first. He wouldn’t have allowed the palace to benefit from this.’ He said, “I’ll visit Ye Tianxin.”
“Oh. I’ll accompany you there, master.”
The two of them went to the south pavilion.
When the group of female cultivators heard that they were going to visit Ye Tianxin, they followed behind them.
Many of these female cultivators served Ye Tianxin. Although the Derived Moon Palace was no more, they were still Ye Tianxin’s subordinates.
In no time at all, they arrived at the south pavilion.
As they stood outside Ye Tianxin’s door, Lu Zhou glanced at the female cultivator who guarded the door and asked, “Did Ye Tianxin show any changes today?”
“In reply to your question, Pavilion Master... there’s no change.”
“Open the door.”
“Understood.”
Lu Zhou entered the room.
Ye Tianxin was the same. There had been no changes. She was still lying on the bed, unconscious.
Lu Zhou walked to the side of the bed and studied Ye Tianxin. Cheng Huang was a beast. How could it be inside Ye Tianxin?
Lu Shou waved his hand gently.
Ye Tianxin sat up.
“Hm? She’s breathing?” Lu Sheng raised his hand to inspect her breathing. It was very faint. The flow of air came in wisps.
Incredible!
Lu Zhou’s expression remained the same as he struck her with his palm. His Primal Qi entered her Extraordinary Eight Meridians. After a brief examination, he shook his head. There were no signs of Cheng Huang. He waved his hand casually again, and she lay back down on the bed. Then, he shook his head as he left the room. He truly did not expect her to still have a breath left under such circumstances. It was unfortunate that she was still unconscious, otherwise, he could have asked her about Cheng Huang directly.
“Master, how’s she doing?” Little Yuan’er asked.
“She’s hanging on.”
“She’s alive?” Little Yuan’er’s eyes widened.
Upon hearing Little Yuan’er’s words, the Derived Moon Palace’s female cultivators near the door became excited.
Just when Lu Zhou was ready to leave, Mingshi Yin came rushing toward him from the north pavilion.
Mingshi Yin bowed before he said, “Master, I’ve locked Fan Xiuwen up... It doesn’t seem likely that he’ll die for the time being. However, I can’t guarantee that he won’t die in the future.”
“Very well.”
“Also... There’s a letter for the Evil Sky Pavilion. I think some outsider is trying to make contact with us. I received it without asking for your permission.”
“Who’s the sender?”
“Wei Zhuoyan.”
“Bring it to me.”