Chapter 117: An Unimaginable Visitor Comes Calling

Shang Hai, Six Doors.

In the courtyard, where bamboo shadows swayed gently, the autumn sun gilded the bluestone path with a layer of scattered gold.

Bao Long crossed the dappled light and shadow and stopped before the ebony door of the Chief Constable’s office. He raised his hand and knocked. The sound startled a pair of sparrows beneath the eaves into flight.

“Come in.”

The voice from within was as still as an ancient well.

Bao Long pushed open the door and entered.

The room was furnished simply, yet an air of solemnity permeated it.

A broad sandalwood—

Brother A-Cheng shot them a look that said, “You’re all finished. I heard everything just now.” He shook his head at them.

He had just made up his mind when, unexpectedly, Chun Li, with her long legs, discovered something suspicious in the faintly rippling curtain illuminated by the wall lamp. Having practiced martial arts since childhood, her powers of observation were far sharper than those of ordinary people.

If Chun—[the text is unclear]—the former personal guard of the Yuan Tiger Marquis and renowned warrior Shending, had already recovered from his injuries, then his refusal to leave the old Shending stronghold was merely an attempt to avoid disaster while secretly trying to contact him.

As I turned around, I happened to see many classmates I had known in the past. Although we had never been particularly close, and some of them were no more than familiar names to me, I still felt a certain warmth.

Xu Meng took out her phone and called me, but it was useless, because my phone was already switched off. I had arranged everything in advance. After all, wasn’t the so-called surprise supposed to begin with a fright before bringing joy?

I immediately gave a bitter laugh, but I did not dare to retort. I knew all too well how sharp Du Yifei’s tongue was. Though I could write a little, I was not good at arguing aloud; if I debated her, I would certainly be no match for her.

“Two million.” He named the price without hesitation. Ye Zhen had not examined yesterday’s material in detail, so he could not agree on the spot. He could only wait and give him an answer that afternoon.

But I did not dare tell Li Huanhuan, because if she found out, she might stop me from telling Sun Heng and Chen Jing.

Ye Zhen had no idea what was going on, but he knew that the Sacred Venerable was certainly hiding something from him and was unwilling to say what it was.

He laughed inwardly. With the Heavenly Pearl helping me cheat, my capacity for liquor is endless. Never mind drinking you all under the table—even breaking the world record for drinking one day, if I happened to feel like it, would not be difficult.

An increase in difficulty did not merely mean that his chances of obtaining the treasure would be reduced. More importantly… the Heaven-Slaying Immortal Venerable might very well lose his life within this Tomb of the Heaven-Piercing Sword.

“How could we dare?” The old man waved his hands repeatedly. “The Daoist Priest risked his life for a group of unrelated people like us. Everyone witnessed that with their own eyes. It’s just that we don’t have the implements needed for the ritual here.”

This had originally been a powerful demon, but now it had fallen onto the surface of the sea. Its entire body had become withered beyond recognition, as though all the blood within it had been sucked away by that heavy sword.

Chu Feiwu was overwhelmed with guilt and embarrassment. He immediately helped the old man to his feet, his heart filled with remorse and unease. If Little Sister Yu’er married him, then Liu Tianwei would become his father-in-law. Yet now the man had come to kneel before him. How could he possibly bear such a gesture?

Acknowledging a master was exceedingly simple: one merely had to drip a drop of blood essence imbued with soul force onto it. There was no need to elaborate further. Yet the Heaven-Splitting Scythe was unwilling to sink into Yi Feng’s body.

The group left Chenliu Prefecture in silence, braving the blizzard. The hundred-mile journey would ordinarily take less than an hour, but with the heavy snow raging around them, they traveled for a full three hours before finally seeing Jinling standing amid the storm.

“Brother Yan exchanged all his honor points for an item that can take fifty people to the Realm of Original Sin at the same time. We’re leaving soon. Sister Yi, take care of yourself.” Ning Yan spoke as though to herself, a trace of reluctance in her voice.

This time, however, it seemed they truly intended to fight to the death. The human side was the first to send out experts at the Celestial Venerable level, and the demon race naturally dispatched demon cultivators of the same level to meet them. The intensity of the battle immediately rose to its peak.