Chapter 131 - The Second Disciple’s Choice

Chapter 131: The Second Disciple’s Choice

Si Wuya held the box with one hand as he said, “We can’t tell anyone about this, lest they covet the treasures of the Evil Sky Pavilion.”

Zhu Honggong, Old Eighth, said nonchalantly, “Seventh Senior Brother, there are plenty of them who are hungrily eyeing the Evil Sky Pavilion like a predator. Another person won’t make a difference.”

“No, I’m talking about this box in particular.” If it was some extraordinary treasure, it would definitely cause chaos if people knew about it. He carried the box back into the Tiger Ridge as Zhu Honggong trailed after him.

A flying chariot that looked like a ship was parked on the ground. A dozen cultivators dressed in light-color robes stood around it. When Si Wuya appeared, they bowed in unison. “Sect Master.”

Si Wuya tossed the mysterious box into the flying chariot before he leaped inside. “Head to Anyang.”

“Understood.”

Whoosh!

The dozen cultivators channeled their Primal Qi at the same time. The huge flying chariot that was powered by the Formation veins and Primal Qi slowly rose into the air. Before it flew away, it paused for a moment.

Si Wuya said calmly, “Old Eighth, don’t do anything to attract attention to yourself for now. The pact between the Fiend Temple and the Righteous Sect has collapsed. They won’t be challenging the Evil Sky Pavilion, but they’ll come for you.”

When Zhu Honggong heard this, he shuddered and spoke with an aggrieved tone, “Senior brother, this was all your idea. Why am I shouldering the blame?”

Si Wuya calmly looked in Anyang’s direction as he said, “Although Zhang Yuanshan has openly taunted the Evil Sky Pavilion many times, that man is actually a big coward. He’s afraid of dying. Otherwise, he would’ve rushed back to the Green Jade Altar when you and master showed up. With his cultivation base in the Nascent Divinity Tribulation realm, he’s more than capable of doing so.”

“Still, it’s unfair that I have to shoulder the blame.”

“Men like him share a common trait; they’re afraid of the strong, but they pick on the weak.” As soon as Si Wuya finished speaking, the flying chariot flew away.

A slight frown could be seen on Zhu Honggong’s face. In other words, Zhang Yuanshan thought the Tiger Ridge Gang was a pushover? He bowed slightly at the flying chariot that was growing smaller and smaller in the distance. “Have a safe journey, Senior brother.” When he straightened his body, he said with a scoff, “I’m not a pushover.”

…

Two hours later.

The flying chariot landed slowly near Anyang. Si Wuya emerged from the flying chariot and looked up at the city.

One of Si Wuya’s subordinates walked over and said, “Sect Master, we’ve cleared the surroundings. Nobody will find out about your movements.”

Si Wuya nodded. “Wait here. I’ll be back soon.”

“Sect Master, Senior Sword Devil is known to spend his time in the city recently. What if Senior Sword Devil is angered by your sudden visit?”

Si Wuya glanced at him and said, “You’re wrong about Second Senior Brother… I’ll make my own judgments.”

“Understood.”

Si Wuya raised a hand. The mysterious box in the flying chariot flew into his palm.

…

Meanwhile. On the third floor of a restaurant in Anyang City. From the window here, one could see the entire Anyang City.

A green-clad swordsman was pouring himself some wine.

The entire restaurant was empty. There were no other guests.

A waiter trembled as he stood at the side. He would look at the green-clad swordsman furtively every once in a while.

The green-clad swordsman suddenly asked, “How much longer?”

“From… from Bluesun to… to Anyang… takes an hour. He should be… h-here by now.” The waiter stumbled through his words when he spoke.

“There’s no need to be afraid… There’s wine and some dishes here. Have a seat and drink with me,” the green-clad swordsman said calmly.

“No, no, no… I dare not. I’ll just stand here… It’s nice standing here…” A chill ran up the waiter’s spine when he heard the green-clad swordsman’s words.

Tap! Tap! Tap!

Someone was coming up the stairs.

Several cultivators arrived on the third floor. There were one cultivator in the Divine Court realm, two in the Brahman Sea realm, six in the Sense Condensing realm, and three in the Mystic Enlightening realm.

Apart from the green-clad swordsman and the waiter, there was only a table, a chair, and enough food and wine for one person on the third floor of the restaurant.

The green-robed cultivator glanced at these cultivators. He continued pouring himself some wine and said calmly, “Leave the Bluesun mounted brigand here. The others may leave.”

The waiter behaved as though he had been pardoned from the death penalty. He hastily bowed and said, “Thank you, sir! Thank you, sir!” He ran away quicker than a hare and disappeared down the stairs.

The cultivators looked at the green-robed swordsman with a puzzled expression on their faces.

A middle-aged man who seemed to be the leader of the group sensed the green-clad swordsman’s peculiar aura. He cupped his hands together and asked, “Who are you, dear sir?”

The green-robed swordsman did not deign to answer the middle-aged man’s question. Instead, he asked, “Are you all the mounted brigands from Bluesun Mountain?”

“Calling us mounted brigands sounds harsh… We’re only trying to make a living and make ends meet. It’s not easy for us to keep this restaurant up and running. I hope that you won’t give us any trouble, dear sir.”

“In that case… that’s easy.” The green-clad swordsman raised his wine cup and finished it in one go. He was speaking calmly in the beginning. However, with just a drop of a hat, his tone changed. “I’m sorry, but can you end your own lives? My sword doesn’t like to be tainted by the blood of low-level cultivators.”

The cultivators were shocked by this, instinctively taking a step back.

“Who are you, sir?”

The green-clad swordsman put his wine cup down. He smiled faintly as he said, “I’m Yu Shangrong.”

“…”

“The Sword Devil?!”

The cultivators did not even try to verify it was true, they instantly turned tail.

Bam! Bam! Bam!

At the stairs, a formidable wall of energy blocked their escape.

The green-clad swordsman continued to pour himself some wine and drank it. It was as though he did not see any of this.

The dozen cultivators began to panic.

Without any warning, many hidden energy weapons shot toward them from outside the restaurant. There were sparkles of gold as a peacock’s plumes shot toward them.

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

The weapons penetrated the low-level cultivators’ chests with utmost precision. Some of them even looked like hedgehogs.

The green-clad swordsman did not even bother to look up. He merely shook his head lightly. He put his cup of wine down and said in a slightly teasing tone, “Junior Brother, you’ve spoiled my mood. I was enjoying a nice drink here. I really don’t like the smell of blood.”

Tap. Tap. Tap.

Si Wuya walked up the stairs with his hands on his back, the mysterious box was hovering next to him. He wore a smile on his face. He sat down across the table and said, “I’ll treat you to a feast next time to apologize for ruining your mood, senior brother…”

Yu Shangrong shook his head slightly and said, “It’s enough that you have that thought. However, it’s truly a shame. I promised to let them end their own lives.”

“It’s my fault… I shouldn’t have interfered,” Si Wuya said, “Senior brother, you’re a person of great standing. Why are you lowering yourself to deal with these scummy mounted brigands?”

“Little Junior Sister is naïve and pure. Her problems are my problems,” Yu Shangrong said.

Si Wuya was taken aback. He said, “You certainly love Little Junior Sister dearly.”

“I wouldn’t call it love…” Yu Shangrong said gently, “When Elder Senior Brother and I left the Evil Sky Pavilion, Little Junior Sister hasn’t even joined yet.”

“Then, why?” Si Wuya swept his gaze at the corpses of the mounted brigands.

Yu Shangrong smiled faintly. He stood up with his hands on his back. He looked at the scenery outside as he said, “I’ve met Little Junior Sister a few times. I think she’s like me, a person who treats others with sincerity.”

“…” Si Wuya coughed lightly before he said, “Second Senior Brother, let’s talk business.” He waved his hand, and the mysterious box landed on the table.