NOVGO.NET Chapter 558 - 253 East Gate_3
Chapter 558: Chapter 253 East Gate_3
“The third matter… is to first swallow the Youquan Sect, expand our own power, and then calmly observe the outcome of the battle between the Dongcheng Sects and the Eternal Night Valley.
“Either we strike, or we wait for both sides to be weakened by the battle, and then clean up the aftermath.
“And if they truly choose the third option, then it remains to be seen who will take advantage of their mutual defeat to clean up the mess…”
He paused slightly as he spoke, “Uncle Master, regarding this matter, you could actually discuss it together with the Seven Great Sects. After all, I’m but a humble individual with little influence; this is just something for you to consider.”
Duan Song’s face was filled with helplessness:
“After today, who in Donghuang dares to say that you’re insignificant?
“You just don’t want to claim all the glory for yourself.”
“I’ve already attracted enough attention on this trip.”
Su Mo sighed, “I, the Chief of an escort agency, standing out so much amidst this righteous and evil conflict, is ultimately quite odd, after all.”
But further discussion on this wasn’t as important anymore.
After a strenuous night, Su Mo let everyone rest.
As for himself, he hadn’t closed his eyes for two consecutive days and nights.
Although he didn’t feel sleepy or tired, his fight with the Night Lord had drained much of his mental energy.
That Old Demon’s craftiness was truly difficult to deal with.
Fortunately, he managed to turn over and fell asleep shortly after.
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Now that various matters had come to a temporary pause, with Su Mo’s deep sleep, the events of the past two days began to spread to the surrounding areas.
Inside an inn in Tianqu City, several Jianghu people were currently discussing this very topic.
“Ziyang Sect has been out of the Jianghu for many years, who would’ve thought that, after Li Zhengyuan, such a hero would emerge!
“Killing the Youquan Sect master with his palm, defeating the Eternal Night Demon Lord with his fists, truly a remarkable hero!”
“Alas, the Night Lord’s unrivaled life in Jianghu ended unexpectedly at the hands of the Chief of an escort agency from the Southwest. It’s really surprising.”
“Last year, Lord Su, the Chief of the Escort, executed the three commands with a single sword in Xuanji Valley, already showing his extraordinary capabilities. Yet we’ve still underestimated him…
“Doesn’t this mean he’s aiming for the top spot in Donghuang?”
They were engrossed in their discussions, while at a table not far away sat an old man and a young man.
The younger one appeared extremely noble, his eyes exceptionally calm, only occasionally glancing outside the window at the scenery of Tianqu City with a hint of melancholy.
The older one, however, was engrossed in eating, the constant clinking of his chopsticks and bowl ringing in the ears.
Bowl after bowl, as if the dishes on the table had been through a storm.
After rapidly consuming four or five bowls of rice, he finally patted his belly:
“It’s been a long time since I had a meal. Satisfying.”
The young man glanced at him and said blandly, “He’s dead, aren’t you going to see?”
“What’s there to see?”
The old man spoke while picking off grains of rice stuck in his beard,
“In this world, who cannot die? If he’s dead, he’s dead, it’s no big deal.”
“Isn’t he the chess piece you’ve spent so much effort to position here in Donghuang? Before leaving, you even entrusted to him the Yin Yang Immortal Order, showing how much you valued him.”
“A spare piece, just a spare piece… he’s not the only one…”
The old man moved his shoulders, laughing, “Moreover, I have a feeling this lad isn’t so easy to kill.
“The martial arts of the Eternal Night Valley are not to be taken lightly. Reaching this level, he’s a person whose name is known throughout the world, it’s not so simple for him to just die…”
He chuckled as he spoke, “But if he truly is dead, then so be it, it just proves that’s all he amounted to.”
“…Dongmen Yong, your blood is indeed cold.”
The young man glanced at the old man, and there was even a hint of disgust in his eyes.
“Utter nonsense. My blood is naturally warm. If you don’t believe me, why not take a sip and try?”
He made a gesture to roll up his sleeves, as though offering a taste of his blood.
The young man couldn’t be bothered to look any longer and simply asked indifferently, “Have you eaten?”
“I’ve eaten.”
“Then let’s go.”
The young man stood up, casually leaving a piece of silver behind as he walked out of the inn first.
Dongmen Yong sat there, picking up a chicken leg from the plate, took a bite, and muttered under his breath:
“Much tastier than human flesh…
“The Xiao Liu from the past wasn’t this cold. Ah, young people these days indeed are colder than the last, almost turning into lumps of ice. Where’s the warm heart of our older generation?”
He mumbled and grumbled his way out of the inn’s doors, where a carriage had long been waiting outside.
A few people stood by the carriage, with a portly middle-aged man taking the lead, accompanied by a stern-faced man in black and a middle-aged scholar.
If Su Mo were here, he would definitely recognize that this middle-aged man was none other than Manager Zhan from Along the River, who provided him with the Thousand Mile Sight.
However, at this moment, Manager Zhan, with eyes lowered and a respectful attitude, showed none of the air of a Store Manager.
He carefully ushered the two men onto the carriage.
The young man stepped in first, followed by Dongmen Yong, who glanced at Manager Zhan and patted his shoulder while climbing into the carriage:
“Very good, very good, you’ve had it hard. The mix of fat and lean is just right for eating.”
“??”
Manager Zhan looked bewildered, and as he looked up, he saw Dongmen Yong give him a slight smile, revealing a mouthful of steel teeth.
For someone his age to still have such good teeth was truly not easy.
But to Manager Zhan, that smile somehow sent a shiver down his spine.
From the base of his spine all the way to the tips of his fingers, he couldn’t help trembling.
“Do you dare to lay a hand on my people?”
The young man’s voice came from inside the carriage.
Dongmen Yong laughed, “You and I are family. How could I possibly harm your people. Xiao Liu, you always like to joke around. Where are we heading now?”
As he spoke, he entered the carriage.
The young man’s voice arose:
“To take you back to the sect for your punishment.”
“Spare me two days, I would like to pay a visit to the Ziyang Sect.”
“Denied.”
“You’re being too stingy…”
“Hmm?”
“Fine, fine, if you will not permit it, then so be it. I’ll just have to sneak back later.”
“You’re delusionally wishful.”
“It’s not necessarily that difficult.”
It was then that Manager Zhan heaved a sigh of relief, feeling as though he had just taken a walk around the Ghost Gate.
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ps: We’ve officially reached a million words. The book was released on the 30th of December, and I’ve been continuously writing, finally completing the second small goal. The next small goal is to reach one point five million words… I hope everyone continues to support me. But, I’m quite exhausted… I’m thinking about taking a couple of days off to rest and to gather my thoughts… Also, to fix my computer monitor, which is frustrating…