It was already late afternoon, and the commoners lingering by the city gate looked utterly listless, like salted fish left to bake in the sun all day.
When the carriage rolled in, the gawking crowd turned to look, their eyes tired.
They had been watching the drama unfold for a long ti, but the juicy spectacle they craved hadn’t materialized, so they didn’t have high hopes for this carriage.
But as soon as the carriage made its way into the city, the few Daoists who had been standing inside the gate instantly reacted, swarming it like bees to honey.
The action imdiately made the onlookers and Jianghu People widen their eyes in surprise.
A few of the Jianghu People were sharp-eyed; they recognized the Daoists and knew the recent news of Master Xuanqing of Qingyun Cloud Temple’s death.
Now that the Daoists of Qingyun Cloud Temple had made a move, several Jianghu People exchanged glances, realizing that a truly explosive scene might unfold today.
Just then, the carriage ca to a halt, blocked by the Daoists.
The leading Daoist stood before them and perford a salute of the Daoist School. "I am Master Xuanyang of Qingyun Cloud Temple. May I ask if Shen Bai of Shengyun County is seated within this carriage?"
His words and actions may have seed polite, but his eyes held an arrogant glint, like a lofty crane gazing down at the fish in a lake.
"’Shen Bai?’"
"’Who’s that? Why would people from Qingyun Cloud Temple be waiting for him here?’"
"’He’s of the ’Xuan’ generation. My guess is this has sothing to do with Master Xuanqing’s death. After all, Master Xuanqing died in Shengyun County.’"
The Jianghu People whispered among themselves, their interest growing more and more intense.
After speaking, Master Xuanyang tilted his head back arrogantly and sneered at the carriage.
They had done this sort of thing before, and those Jianghu People had always been utterly respectful. After all, most of the people who went to the great tomb in Shengyun County were Loose Cultivators.
Master Xuanyang was from a major power and had always considered himself a cut above the rest. He was certain the person in the carriage would soon get out and defer to him.
He even postured like a superior, ready to accept the homage from the person in the carriage.
The driver’s hand, gripping the whip, trembled slightly.
He was just a driver from a small county town and had never witnessed such a spectacle. It was a wonder he was keeping his wits about him at all.
"’Master Shen, I...’ The driver turned his head, about to say sothing.
From within the carriage, Shen Bai’s voice erged.
"’I have no dealings with Qingyun Cloud Temple. What business do you have with ?’"
The person most stunned to hear this voice was, surprisingly, Master Xuanyang himself.
As a native power in Fenglin State, Qingyun Cloud Temple was a well-established and respected na.
Every single one of those Loose Cultivators in the Jianghu showed him so asure of respect.
But now, Shen Bai hadn’t even bothered to step out of the carriage. It was a complete and utter slight.
Master Xuanyang’s expression darkened instantly. "My senior brother, Master Xuanqing, died within the great tomb. You, Shen Bai, have also explored that tomb. Get out of the carriage at once and co with to Qingyun Cloud Temple for questioning. Once you are cleared of suspicion, we will naturally let you go."
At this point, Master Xuanyang’s facade of courtesy vanished completely. His true colors showed, and his tone beca imperious.
The surrounding Jianghu People exchanged glances, thinking this was turning into an excellent show.
A few of the Jianghu People even began to discuss it.
"’Will that Shen Bai fellow get out of the carriage?’"
"’Of course he will. He’s just from so small county. When faced with a power like Qingyun Cloud Temple, what’s he going to do? Not imdiately get on his knees and beg for rcy?’"
"’True. An ’interrogation’ at Qingyun Cloud Temple... Tsk, tsk. Their thods are nothing to scoff at. I heard a few Jianghu People went in before and ca out looking completely crushed.’"
"’If he doesn’t get out, Master Xuanyang will probably resort to force. Even though the Observatory is in the city, Qingyun Cloud Temple is sowhat justified in this matter. The Observatory will probably turn a blind eye.’"
The murmurs grew louder.
Hearing the crowd’s discussion, the corners of Master Xuanyang’s mouth curled into a slight smirk.
’This was the power of Qingyun Cloud Temple.’
He could already picture Shen Bai slinking out of the carriage, tail between his legs, speaking to him with a fawning expression, like so pathetic insect.
’So what if I’m imperious?’
’How could a Loose Cultivator from so backwater town dare to oppose Qingyun Cloud Temple?’
’Does he have a death wish?’
The smug satisfaction on Master Xuanyang’s face grew more and more pronounced.
Just then, the voice from inside the carriage sounded again.
"’Run them over.’"
The driver froze.
The Jianghu People froze.
And Master Xuanyang, he froze completely.
"’Master Shen, but...’ The driver hesitated.
"’Run them over,’ Shen Bai repeated.
The driver gritted his teeth, then cracked his whip.
The horse, startled, let out a sharp neigh and charged toward Master Xuanyang.
Master Xuanyang’s eyes widened, his fury erupting like a volcano. "You whelp! You dare to attack!"
Master Xuanyang whipped out his white Floating Dust, which shot forward and rapidly grew longer, like a sapling that had been magically spurred to grow.
Just then, a golden Fist Gang erupted from the carriage. It blazed with a sacred Buddha’s Light as it crushed down upon Master Xuanyang with the force of a mountain.
Every hair on Master Xuanyang’s body stood on end. He felt a mortal terror from the fist—the absolute certainty of his own impending death.
’I can’t block this!’
"’Help !’"
Without needing to be told twice, the Daoists behind Master Xuanyang imdiately struck. Their Floating Dusts wrapped together, slamming into the golden Fist Gang.
BOOM!
A trendous roar echoed.
The next mont, upon impact with the golden Fist Gang, all the Floating Dusts were reduced to ashes.
With the force of a collapsing sky, the golden Fist Gang smashed into Master Xuanyang’s chest.
A Talisman on Master Xuanyang’s chest suddenly flared to life, holding the golden Fist Gang at bay.
With a sound like tearing cloth, the golden Talisman crumbled and fell apart.
Master Xuanyang was sent flying backward. He rolled several tis on the ground and coughed up a large amount of blood, his face a mask of astonishnt and terror.
User Comments
0 comments from readers