Immortal Paladin 072 Signs of Trouble

072 Signs of Trouble

Ironmoor City lood before them, its towering black iron walls exuding an oppressive weight. Within, the streets bustled with rchants, artisans, and wandering cultivators. The air carried the thick scent of molten tal, punctuated by the rhythmic clang of forges.

Gu Jie led the way, her steps steady and unhurried. Dave followed closely behind, clad in full armor—helm to greaves, polished to a mirror sheen. He was here as a bodyguard, and his re presence should be enough to dissuade unwanted attention. Unlike his lord, he was a Holy Spirit. That alone would make most think twice before provoking him.

Or, as his lord had put it, his aura was brimming with Buddhist principles—or sothing along those lines.

As they moved through the crowd, a voice echoed in his mind.

"How fares Ironmoor City?"

Dave blinked behind his visor.

"Oh, good, the Voice Chat works at long distances. I’ll need to test its full range later... But that’s not the point. Can you hear , Dave?"

Dave responded at once.

"Yes, My Lord."

Gu Jie gave him a sidelong glance. “What is it?”

His lord’s voice returned.

"A reminder—cause no trouble. If you witness anything that violates our oath, report to at once."

Dave gave a slight nod. “Yes, My Lord.”

Turning to Gu Jie, he relayed the ssage.

She smirked, tucking the permit into her sleeve. “Understood.”

Ironmoor City was a city of iron and stone, where the strong dictated the law. Black-robed cultivators patrolled the towers lining the inner walls, their swords gleaming under the pale sun. The streets were paved with dark iron slabs that clanked underfoot, and the forges roared ceaselessly, sending plus of thick smoke into the sky.

Unlike Yellow Dragon City, which carried the air of sectarian refinent, Ironmoor City was a war camp in all but na. Even the common folk walked with wary steps, their gazes sharp, ever mindful of those who carried weapons.

Dave remained silent as he followed Gu Jie. He had seen many cities like this—places where power dictated survival. Nothing here was unfamiliar to him.

After so ti, Gu Jie finally spoke. “Senior, I’d like your counsel.”

Dave turned his helted head slightly toward her. “I defer to your judgnt.”

She arched a brow. “Co now, humor .”

He considered her request before answering. “If it were , I’d linger in taverns and listen. Drunken n speak freely. If sothing truly dangerous was afoot—beyond my ans to handle—I’d leave the city and seek safer ground.”

Gu Jie chuckled. “That was my plan from the start.”

She glanced ahead, her voice quieting. “Master Da Wei… he is family to .”

Dave said nothing, rely listening.

Gu Jie continued, her voice softer but firm. “Master is invincible, but I am rely a weak woman. Even so, I wish to aid him. To protect him. To safeguard him. The heart, after all... is a fragile thing.”

She halted and turned to face him fully. “Even the Heavenly Demon, thought to be undying, perished despite his rumored immortality arts. What of Master? He may be stronger, but strength alone does not shield one from folly. What does that tell us of his past? Uuuh… Apologies, Senior… I was lost in my thoughts…”

Dave regarded her through the narrow slit of his helt. After a pause, he said, “His Lordship is not the Heavenly Demon.”

Gu Jie nodded. “I know.”

“But,” Dave continued, “I agree with your views. Even if our strength is ager, we must protect His Lordship.”

It was both truth and a challenge. A reminder.

Dave was not blind. He knew Gu Jie cared for their master. But caring and committing were not the sa. Was she willing to stand as a shield? To accept what ca with devotion?

For all her bravado, had she truly resolved herself?

Gu Jie tilted her head slightly. "Senior," she began, shifting from the solemnity of the previous topic, "why do you always call Master ‘His Lordship’? Are you a noble? Is he a noble? That would explain his mischief, his eccentricities… perhaps even his upbringing."

Dave frowned beneath his helt. The question caught him off guard. "A noble?" He considered the word. "Not in the way you an. But I do not disagree with your assessnt."

Gu Jie raised an eyebrow. "Then what do you an?"

Dave was silent for a mont, choosing his words with care. "His Lordship is noble, yes. But more than that… He is my Faith." His voice carried an unshakable conviction. "He is the closest thing I will ever have to a God in a godless world."

Gu Jie blinked at him, digesting his words. "That's… a lot to place on one person."

Dave exhaled, the motion barely noticeable beneath his heavy armor. "Perhaps." His thoughts drifted to the past. The Lost Gods. The irony of that title had never escaped him.

At tis, he wondered—was the Voice that guided all immortal champions truly a singular entity? Were their whispers from one unseen, unknowable being… or rely echoes of many?

Gu Jie did not press further. Instead, she lifted a hand and pointed ahead. “There.”

Dave followed her gaze to a sturdy, two-story building reinforced with iron-plated walls. A large wooden sign hung above the entrance—Iron Kettle. The scent of roasted at and spiced ale drifted from within, mingling with the ever-present tang of tal that perated Ironmoor City.

"A tavern?" Dave asked.

Gu Jie nodded. "Seems like there's an inn attached, too. If luck favors us, we can handle both matters at once—gathering information and securing a place to stay."

Dave studied the building a mont longer before nodding. "Then let’s proceed."

Without another word, they stepped inside.

The tavern was alive with sound—gruff laughter, murmured conversations, the occasional sharp bark of a rchant haggling over prices. The air was thick with the scent of sizzling at and frothy ale, undercut by the omnipresent iron tang that clung to everything in this city.

Gu Jie moved through the crowd with ease, weaving between tables like she had walked such streets all her life. Dave followed. His full armor turned more than a few heads, but no one dared approach. There was an unspoken rule in places like this—if soone looked like trouble, you left them alone unless you were prepared to deal with the consequences.

Reaching the counter, Gu Jie slid a few coins to the barkeep—a burly man with a thick scar running from brow to chin.

“Two mugs of ale.”

The barkeep grunted, pouring two foaming mugs from a massive keg before pushing them across the counter. “Enjoy.”

Gu Jie nudged one toward Dave. “Here.”

He hesitated, staring at the wooden mug for a long mont before finally picking it up. The scent of barley and hops hit him first, followed by the bitter tang of strong brew.

He took a sip—

—and nostalgia struck like a hamr to the chest.

He stilled.

The tavern was one thing.

But The Tavern…

For the first ti in a long while, Dave felt sothing close to longing. The warmth of a hearth, the boisterous camaraderie of warriors sharing tales of battle, the unshakable sense of belonging.

He would be lying if he said he didn’t miss ho.

“Sothing wrong?” Gu Jie asked, noticing his pause.

Dave set the mug down and shook his head. “No… just mories.”

Gu Jie took a sip from her own mug, humming in thought. “Funny. I didn’t think spirits had nostalgia.”

“Even spirits rember where they ca from,” Dave murmured.

Around them, conversation ebbed and flowed, whispers carrying through the smoky air.

"Did you hear? The Black Anvil Sect is doubling their security. Sothing about a thief."

"That demonic cultivator they're talking about—so say she’s not alone. That Buddhist freak might be working with her."

"Abyssal Clan ships were seen docked near the southern piers. Think they’re here for business or trouble?"

"I tell ya, those black-masked bastards give the creeps. Walkin' around like ghosts, never speaking unless they have to."

Dave stilled.

Black-masked bastards?

His senses sharpened as he sifted through the noise. Across from him, Gu Jie did the sa, fingers lightly tapping her mug as she absorbed the scattered rumors.

Eventually, she smirked. “Well, looks like we ca to the right place.”

Dave gave a slight nod, lifting his mug again.

Gu Jie leaned in slightly, her voice lowering. “I’ll be back. Gonna scurry around and interact with the local rats.”

Dave raised a brow beneath his helt. “And your safety?”

Gu Jie smirked. “I can handle myself just fine. And if things go south, I’ll make a run for it. I still have a magic scroll.”

Dave studied her for a mont, then sighed. Lifting a hand, he let a soft light radiate from his fingertips. A faint shimr settled over Gu Jie before vanishing a second later.

She blinked. “A Blessing?”

“A little insurance.”

Gu Jie grinned, patting her chest. “Appreciate it.” Then, without hesitation, she grabbed her mug and downed the rest in one go, slamming it onto the table with a satisfied sigh.

And just like that, she was gone—disappearing into the back of the tavern.

Dave leaned back in his seat, exhaling slowly. His gaze swept the room, watching, listening. For now, he would wait.

Then, he heard it.

“…slave market opening tonight. Got a few rare breeds, even one with a bloodline.”

Dave’s fingers clenched around his mug.

His presence dimd. His heartbeat slowed.

And then, through the tether of Voice Chat, he reached out.

“My Lord, I have news.”

A beat of silence. Then—“What is it?”

“There is a slave market opening tonight.”

His Lordship exhaled on the other end. The voice that returned was even, but beneath it lay the weight of restraint.

“We can’t do anything about them. They’re enforced by the estate.”

Dave lowered his head slightly. The ale in his mouth turned bitter—not from the brew, but from the truth of those words.

Back ho, this wasn’t the first ti Dave had encountered sothing like this.

There were always things beyond His Lordship’s reach, beyond his own. No matter how much strength His Lordship gained, so things were tangled in the very roots of the world itself.

Dave and His Lordship were rely visitors in this land. Outsiders.

And yet…

Dave pressed a silent prayer in his heart—selfish in its nature.

Let us not cross paths with this slave trade.

Because if they did—if His Lordship saw it firsthand—

No. He knew what would happen.

For all his eccentricities, for all his detached sensibilities, His Lordship was a kind soul. A soul that neither sought insult nor demanded respect.

But when it ca to cruelty?

His Lordship had never been one to turn a blind eye.

And Dave knew, with unsettling certainty, that if sothing unsightly were to unfold before them, His Lordship would not hesitate to act.

And then there would be war.

In this strange world, where they were outnumbered beyond asure, Dave understood what that ant. If it ca to the worst-case scenario—it would be them against the world.

A shift in the air pulled him from his thoughts.

He turned his head at the sound of approaching footsteps. Gu Jie weaved through the crowd, her expression sharp and set. She reached their table, barely sparing a glance at the half-finished mugs before speaking.

“Let’s go.”

Dave blinked. “What’s the plan?”

“We are leaving. I got what we ca for.” Gu Jie patted her storage ring—a recent gift from Jiang Zhen. “Bought all kinds of greens the fish might like. Finished my own investigations, too.”

Dave didn’t question it. If there was one thing he had learned from this group, it was that priorities could be odd. He stood, following her as she briskly exited the Iron Kettle.

Sothing was off.

Dave quickened his pace to match hers. “What’s wrong?”

Gu Jie exhaled sharply. “I overheard sothing.”

Dave remained silent, letting her continue.

“There are confird reports of demonic cultivators infiltrating the Abyssal Clans.” Her voice was low, cautious. “If that’s true, we’re better off leaving. Now.”

Dave frowned. “Are the Abyssal Clans so different from the major clans? I thought they didn’t get along with demonic cultivators?”

“They don’t.” Gu Jie’s eyes flicked around as they walked, her tone steady. “The Abyssal Clans may practice what others find grotesque—grave-robbing, soul studies, necromancy—but they still follow strict laws. The Empire permits their dark arts, but only within certain limits.”

“And the Black Clan enforces those limits.”

Gu Jie nodded. “Exactly. If demonic cultivators have slipped through the cracks, it ans things are about to get very ssy. If the Black Clan gets involved, it won’t be a fight we want to be caught in.”

Dave’s gaze swept the street. No imdiate sign of trouble, yet the weight of tension pressed against his instincts.

He exhaled, adjusting his gauntlets. “Understood. Let’s get out of here.”

Without another word, they moved—quick, but controlled. Two figures slipping through the streets of Ironmoor City, leaving its dangers behind.

Or so that would have been the case…

The usual city murmur carried a tension beneath it—an unease that had not been there before. The way rchants packed their stalls earlier than usual, the way cultivators cast furtive glances toward the sky, and most tellingly, the increased presence of uniford guards patrolling the streets.

Dave had seen this kind of shift before.

Sothing had happened.

By the ti they neared the city gates, the problem beca clear.

A line had ford. Not the usual slow trickle of people leaving a city, but sothing far more unnatural. Travelers stood in clusters, whispering in hushed tones. So fidgeted with nervous energy, while others—especially those in robes of authority—looked frustrated at the delay.

At the front, ard guards blocked the gates, their spears crossed.

A large notice had been nailed to the iron-plated walls beside them.

[By Order of the City Lord – MARTIAL LAW IS IN EFFECT. No One May Leave Until Further Notice.]

Gu Jie stopped just short of the line. Dave did the sa, his stance shifting slightly.

Troubleso.

Gu Jie clicked her tongue, folding her arms. "Just our luck."

Dave’s gaze moved to the guards. They were disciplined, standing rigid and unwavering. These weren’t common city enforcers—they had the air of trained cultivators. Black iron armor reinforced their bodies, and their weapons were lined with inscriptions. Wards, perhaps. Defensive asures.

"Trouble?" Dave murmured.

“Big trouble, if they've shut down a trade city like this.” Gu Jie tilted her head. "I got nothing from my Sixth Sense though… but we’d definitely be in trouble and mired with weeks’ worth of misfortune if we don’t cooperate."

Martial law wasn’t sothing imposed lightly. Not in a place like Ironmoor, where wealth flowed in and out like a tide. For the city lord to issue such an order…

Sothing had forced his hand.

Demonic cultivators? The Abyssal Clans? The Black Anvil Sect?

Too many variables.

A cloaked traveler ahead of them in line turned to grumble to his companion.

"Damned city lord must've lost his mind. This'll ruin businesses!"

"Shh!" His friend hushed him. "Didn’t you hear? The city lord’s son was attacked. Poisoned, they say. Barely survived. Lots of important people dying recently…"

Dave and Gu Jie exchanged glances.

Poison?

It didn’t fit with the earlier whispers about demonic cultivators. Assassination through poison was an entirely different thod—one that belonged to a different kind of enemy.

Gu Jie lowered her voice. "Well, this complicates things."

"Agreed," Dave said. He glanced back at the crowded city behind them. "Do we turn back?"

Gu Jie tapped her chin, considering. Then, with a small, sly smirk, she shook her head. "No. We get out. One way or another."

Dave had a feeling she was going to say that.

After all, Gu Jie still had a Magic Scroll of Great Teleportation. However, Dave was unsure how the scroll would interact with the spell formation surrounding the city. Though he couldn’t perceive it as well as His Lordship, he knew they existed, wrapping around Ironmoor.

However, before he could even dissuade Gu Jie, she tensed and started retching…

Gu Jie had been composed and calculating—her usual self. But then, sothing changed. Her smirk faded, her fingers tensed ever so slightly within her sleeves. She composed herself with a little effort, but it was unmistakable... She was still shaken...

Dave had fought alongside enough warriors to recognize when soone had sensed a threat before it arrived. It was like watching a veteran swordsman pause mid-step, just as an unseen blade whistled toward their back.

His grip on his gauntlets tightened. What did she feel?

Her voice was quieter this ti. “No… we can’t just leave.”

Dave tilted his head slightly. "Changed your mind?"

Gu Jie’s shoulders squared, her fingers curling deeper into her sleeves. “Sothing’s wrong. If we leave now, it won’t just be trouble—it’ll be disaster. For us. For this city.”

Dave studied her. Gu Jie was many things—sharp-tongued, pragmatic, fearless. But she wasn’t one to imagine danger where there was none.

Was this intuition? Or sothing more?

Then—

A ripple of pressure.

The weight in the air shifted, growing dense. The murmuring crowd fell silent.

Dave’s attention snapped to the figure striding forward. Heavy boots against iron-plated ground. A asured, deliberate step. The kind of authority that did not need to be announced.

Black robes. Cultivator’s uniform. And emblazoned upon his chest—

黑—"Black."

Dave's mind turned cold. A Black Clan cultivator.

The man’s gaze swept over the gathered travelers, his presence pressing down like an iron hand. When he finally spoke, his voice was steady, unyielding.

"You will all remain here."

Tension rippled through the crowd. So bristled, others averted their gazes. No one dared object.

"The Black Clan is conducting an investigation into a matter of national security. We will be gathering everyone in this square for questioning."

Dave exchanged a glance with Gu Jie. She was completely still, her expression unreadable.

The cultivator continued. "Your cooperation is expected. For your ti, you will be compensated."

Dave's thoughts moved swiftly. Compensation. That ant this would take ti. National security. That ant they weren’t after just a petty criminal.

His gaze flickered to Gu Jie.

She wasn’t trembling. She wasn’t afraid. But there was sothing in her eyes—a rare thing. Annoyance.

Where did the cool, composed Gu Jie go?

Dave watched as she exhaled, rolling her shoulders as if physically shaking off whatever had unsettled her. Then, just as quickly, she smoothed her expression back into sothing resembling her usual confidence—except for the slight twitch in her brow.

A tell.

Gu Jie sighed. "It should be fine if we follow his words." She rubbed her temple, her tone carrying an odd mix of resignation and irritation. "In fact, I’d say it’s the least misfortune if we do. Senior, I still don’t understand my ability that well. But I believe it’s better this way."

Thus, the two decided to stay and cooperate.