Chapter 322 - 154: Storage Pouch

This was a clear declaration of his stance. He would wait here for three days.

Jin Mantang’s expression turned exceedingly sour.

But he was powerless to do anything about Liang Cheng’s actions.

This was a Direct Disciple of the Penglai Immortal Sect!

The surrounding crowd of onlookers had already started whispering among themselves.

"A Direct Disciple from the First Peak, here to collect a debt in person..."

"Who is Qian Wanjing? How did he manage to offend a prodigy like that?"

"Looks like the Treasure Pavilion is in big trouble this time..."

Jin Mantang took a deep breath, turned to the staff of the Treasure Pavilion, and roared:

"What are you all standing around for!"

"Find him! Turn this entire Immortal Island upside down if you have to, but find that damn mutt Qian Wanjing!"

...

News of Liang Cheng pressuring the Treasure Pavilion quickly spread throughout Penglai Immortal Island.

The various powers all watched the spectacle unfold.

"The disciple of the First Peak’s Li Shan Sword Saint? I heard he’s a new Sect Disciple who directly achieved Breaking Mortality and Forming Core. No wonder he’s so arrogant."

"What do you know? The Li Shan Sword Saint is the definition of arrogant and domineering. This disciple is his Direct Disciple, and he was ambushed by a Core Formation Powerhouse right before his own breakthrough. How could he not seek revenge?"

"The Treasure Pavilion has really picked the wrong fight this time."

"But that Qian Wanjing was just asking for death. Of all the people to provoke, he chose a prodigy who could enter the Penglai Sect. He has no one to blame but himself."

"So, where do you think Qian Wanjing is hiding? If the Treasure Pavilion can’t find him, do you think this Liang Zhenchuan will actually make a move?"

"How could that be possible? Still, I doubt the Penglai Sect would just stand by and do nothing."

"In that case, maybe we should go look for him too. Just imagine if we’re the ones who find him..."

"Good point. We’ve got nothing better to do, so let’s go have a look."

In an instant, the entire Penglai Immortal Island burst into activity. The name Qian Wanjing echoed through every street and alley.

...

Three days.

Three whole days.

Liang Cheng remained seated cross-legged on his Cloud-Piercing Shuttle, completely motionless.

The Treasure Pavilion was turned upside down. After mobilizing all their hidden contacts, they finally dragged a trembling Qian Wanjing out of an abandoned warehouse on the evening of the third day.

Jin Mantang personally escorted the man to the Cloud-Piercing Shuttle.

"Young Master Liang, I’ve brought the man to you."

Qian Wanjing was currently propped up by two burly men, as limp as a noodle.

The moment he saw Liang Cheng, his face went deathly pale and his lips trembled, unable to form a single word.

Liang Cheng opened his eyes and leaped down from the Cloud-Piercing Shuttle.

He walked up to Qian Wanjing and looked down at him.

"Qian Wanjing."

"We meet again."

Qian Wanjing dropped to his knees with a THUD and began kowtowing desperately, begging for forgiveness and mercy.

"Young Master Liang... spare me..."

"I was forced into it... It was all Huang Tiancheng... He’s the one who wanted you dead... Really..."

Tears and snot streamed down Qian Wanjing’s face as he pushed all the blame onto Huang Tiancheng.

Liang Cheng said nothing. He just stood there, looking down on him.

Qian Wanjing kowtowed until his forehead was a bloody mess. Seeing Liang Cheng’s complete lack of reaction, his heart filled with ever-growing terror.

"It really was Huang Tiancheng who wanted to kill you, because Situ Ming was his biological son!"

Liang Cheng’s brow twitched upon hearing this.

’I had guessed as much when I provoked Huang Tiancheng before, but now Qian Wanjing has confirmed it with his own mouth.’

Seeing that Liang Cheng had finally reacted, Qian Wanjing clung to this glimmer of hope like a lifeline and began shouting incoherently.

"Forty-seven years ago, he killed Old Master Situ, Situ Hong! Situ Ming was the product of an affair with his sister-in-law! He’s always wanted to put Situ Ming in power and control the Situ Family!"

"You killed Situ Ming in the Secret Realm, ruining his decades of planning. Of course he hates you to the bone!"

"It’s all true! I have proof! I have a Memory Stone! And written letters!"

Liang Cheng looked down at Qian Wanjing and said coolly:

"What else?"

Qian Wanjing shuddered and hurriedly pulled a pile of items from his robes.

A few Jade Slips, several bottles of Elixirs, a stack of silver banknotes, and a palm-sized piece of oiled cloth.

"This is everything I have... It’s all yours... I only beg you to spare my life..."

Liang Cheng glanced over the items, his gaze finally landing on the piece of oiled cloth.

Cowhide paper.

Three fragments.

He reached out and picked up the three pieces of cowhide paper.

They were engraved with distorted patterns, identical to the other fragments he already possessed.

Liang Cheng’s heart stirred, but his expression remained impassive.

He swept everything into his Storage Pouch and looked down at Qian Wanjing.

Jin Mantang observed this entire action closely.

A Storage Pouch!

’It seems the Li Shan Sword Saint truly holds Liang Cheng in the highest regard.’

At this thought, he became even more resolute. He absolutely could not afford to make an enemy of Liang Cheng.

’Furthermore, anyone in the Treasure Pavilion who has had any friction with Liang Cheng must be purged. There can be no exceptions.’

Qian Wanjing remained kneeling on the ground, his face full of anticipation and a desperate desire to live.

"Young Master Liang... I truly never wanted to be your enemy..."

"What about Huang Tiancheng?"

"I haven’t seen him since we parted ways last time. I don’t know where he is."

Upon hearing this, Liang Cheng lost all interest. However, he did not draw his blade.

He simply gave Qian Wanjing a look.

His Blade Intent erupted!

That resolute will, capable of severing all things, instantly enveloped Qian Wanjing.

Qian Wanjing’s pupils contracted. Before he could even let out a scream, his entire body stiffened on the spot.

Then, he slowly toppled over.

A thread-thin line of blood appeared between his eyebrows, running from front to back.

He was dead before he even knew what happened.

Liang Cheng retracted his Blade Intent and turned to leave.

Jin Mantang stood to the side, sweat beading on his forehead.

’Liang Cheng has already gathered Blade Intent. He has a promising future of reaching the Golden Core realm.’

’A prodigy of this caliber is someone I can afford to offend even less.’

Thinking this, he hurriedly presented a gift box.

"Liang’s Direct Disciple, this is a small token of our sincerity. Please, you must accept it."

Liang Cheng walked up to him but did not accept the gift box.

"Every injustice has a perpetrator, and every debt has a debtor. This matter is now settled."

Jin Mantang nodded profusely. "Yes, yes, the Young Master is right. The Young Master is magnanimous! However, the Treasure Pavilion still wishes to offer its apologies..."

Liang Cheng waved his hand dismissively.

"There’s no need."

"I have a favor to ask of you."

Jin Mantang said respectfully, "Please speak, Young Master."

"Use all of the Treasure Pavilion’s hidden informants to find Huang Tiancheng for me."

Jin Mantang was taken aback for a moment, then nodded repeatedly.

"Yes, the Treasure Pavilion will mobilize its entire intelligence network. We will definitely find Huang Tiancheng for you. We will not fail you."

"If you have news, send me a message."

With that, he took out his Communication Token. After confirming the connection, he stepped onto his Cloud-Piercing Shuttle, which transformed into a streak of light and vanished over the horizon.

Jin Mantang remained standing on the spot, wiping the cold sweat from his forehead.

Only then did the surrounding crowd of onlookers dare to speak.

"Is it over already?"

"How did that Qian Wanjing die? I didn’t even see him make a move!"

"Blade Intent! That was Blade Intent! He’s a True Pill Powerhouse!"

"So the First Peak has produced a monster..."

"No wonder he’s so domineering!"

...

Aboard the Cloud-Piercing Shuttle.

Liang Cheng sat cross-legged, holding the pieces of cowhide paper in his hand.

Excluding the ones with identical, overlapping markings, he now had nine pieces.

Unfortunately, for safety’s sake, he had left the other cowhide paper fragments back at the Main Courtyard. He hadn’t brought them with him to the Penglai Sect.

’Once things here are settled, I should probably head back to the Four Islands Alliance Headquarters first. Now that I have a Storage Pouch, I don’t have to worry about transport anymore.’

’What is the secret of this cowhide paper?’

He took a deep breath and put the cowhide paper into his Storage Pouch.

’Whatever the secret is, I’ll find out once I’ve collected all the pieces.’

For now, there was something more important.

Huang Tiancheng.

’That old fox has to die, no matter where he’s hiding.’

A cold glint flashed in his eyes.

The Cloud-Piercing Shuttle broke through the sea of clouds, speeding toward Chi Xiao Island.

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