Chapter 169 - 106: Severing an Arm to Save a Hundred Is a Great Deed; Sacrificing a Life to Save Ten Thousand Is a Great Virtue!

Chapter 169: Chapter 106: Severing an Arm to Save a Hundred Is a Great Deed; Sacrificing a Life to Save Ten Thousand Is a Great Virtue!

"Dear passengers, due to an unforeseen incident at the next stop, Luocheng Station, this train will be parked indefinitely in East Cloud City.

"Please wait patiently for further notice regarding when train services will resume.

"The Immortal Alliance Railway Bureau and our affiliated insurance companies will fully compensate all passengers for any losses caused by this delay once the situation is resolved. We kindly ask that you do not panic..."

Hearing the train’s broadcast, Jiang Dongliu immediately stopped chatting with the young women around him, frowning as he looked up at the carriage speakers. Seeing this, the girls beside him pulled out their phones to check the news.

It didn’t take long for them to find reports of the Black Lotus Sect attacking Luocheng. Since the incident had just occurred, there wasn’t much coverage available yet. Even so, they quickly grasped the severity of the situation.

At some point, Jiang Dongliu had stood up—an elderly man having appeared by his side. Looking at the old man, Jiang Dongliu’s expression turned serious. "Teacher, Luocheng is our destination for this trip, isn’t it?"

The Broken Sword Taoist of the Shangqing Daoist Palace nodded, then said calmly, "Get ready to move out. We’ll have to make the rest of the journey ourselves."

"Understood."

With that, the old man and the youth walked out of the carriage. Then, under the astounded gazes of the crowd, they transformed into two streaks of light, riding their swords into the distance toward Luocheng.

Meanwhile, the girls who had been flirting with Jiang Dongliu seemed to remember something and immediately started searching on their phones again. To their surprise, it didn’t take long to find his profile on the official website of the Qinghe Daoist School.

[Name: Jiang Dongliu]

[Cultivation: Peak of Foundation Establishment Stage]

[Year: Junior, Qinghe Daoist School - Sword Institute]

[Status: Head Disciple of the Sword Institute]

[Mentor: Broken Sword Taoist - Nangong Broken Sword]

Looking at his impressive credentials and his frosty, formal portrait that practically radiated Sword Intent, the girls simply couldn’t reconcile this image with the smooth-talking playboy they had just met. There was no other reason for it—the contrast between the photo and the real person was just too drastic.

In addition to this, they also found information about the Broken Sword Taoist through Jiang Dongliu’s profile.

[Name: Nangong Broken Sword]

[Status: Mentor of the Sword Institute]

[Sect: Shangqing Daoist Palace]

[Cultivation: Golden Core Stage Fourth Turn]

One Fourth Turn Golden Core. One Peak of Foundation Establishment.

The girls never imagined that they would share a train carriage with two such prominent figures just by taking a simple trip to Luocheng. They had always assumed that top-tier students like Jiang Dongliu and major figures like the Broken Sword Taoist would never sit in a cheap economy class seat.

But now, it seemed they had simply been putting the Cultivators of the Four Great Dao Schools on far too high a pedestal. Beyond being Cultivators, they were also just human. In their daily lives, they weren’t all that different from ordinary people. At the very least, if one ignored his title as the Head Disciple of the Qinghe Daoist School’s Sword Institute, Jiang Dongliu was practically indistinguishable from a handsome, smooth-talking playboy in private. He lacked any of the bearing one would expect from a top student of the Four Great Dao Schools and the Head Disciple of the Sword Institute.

Realizing this, the girls suddenly asked in hindsight, "Xiaoyang, did you get that handsome guy’s WeChat earlier?"

"What WeChat? Weren’t you guys the ones saying he was a fraud? That’s why I didn’t add him! Now I’m dying of regret. This is all your fault!"

"Why blame us? You didn’t believe him either, okay?"

"Hmph."

The girl named Xiaoyang immediately deflected the blame for missing out on Jiang Dongliu’s WeChat onto her friends. After all, they were just superficial "plastic sisters"—of course she was going to throw them under the bus when things went wrong...

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*PS: The next update should be out before midnight. I’m not feeling my best today, so my writing is a bit bumpy and my typing efficiency is low...*