Free Web NovelChapter 1100: Chapter 753: From now on, I’ll take care of your meals_2
A few injuries and losses are nothing; anything that doesn’t kill him will make him stronger.
"Oh damn..." Yang Xiao rubbed his left rib, feeling tears almost coming out from the pain, "It hurts so much..."
After a while, Yang Xiao finally lifted his head. An alien race girl was squatting not far in front of him, with her hand supported on her knee and her head resting on her hand, looking at him with a wise gaze.
"Sister, I was wrong. You’re not dumb; I... I am the fool. Don’t hold a grudge; let’s team up from now on. I’ll cover all your meals this year."
If it hadn’t been for this girl today, he would definitely have failed. With his current strength, not even reaching Ghost Level, it was too much to fight a high-rank Ghost Level Angel Envoy.
This Pingzong Building is indeed no ordinary force; no wonder they could sit in the front row at the auction. Just the OP alone, even the former Pingxi Marquis and the Xiu Sect Master combined were not his match. His spiritual power was strong enough to compete with Senior Brother Ming Yue, and the few magic artifacts he had were genuinely good stuff, especially that hammer.
This place is not suitable for lingering for long. Yang Xiao instructed the Mirror Ghost to send the girl back to the secret chamber first, then he found the OP’s body and scavenged it.
A hammer, a Corpse Wrapping Cloth, a protective vest, and a pair of short boots; this old man was covered in treasures. freewēbnoveℓ.com
When the Mirror Ghost returned, Yang Xiao had become somewhat smarter this time, directing the Mirror Ghost to wield a kitchen knife, dismembering the body into eight parts, sixteen parts, thirty-two parts... and then dispersed the body, nearly minced into meat, into the nearby river.
It was a bit troublesome, but worth it; these are lessons bought with wounds across the body.
Now, the Pingsong Building Master, along with the elders in the building, all died by his hands. It seems this force is finished.
And all of this began simply from an assassination, a clash of wills inside the auction hall.
After gathering the treasures, Yang Xiao left. He remembered the Pingsong Building Master had another good treasure, which was the cold moon hanging in the sky that opened the Mirror World.
Yang Xiao speculated that it might very well be a mirror-like magic artifact. Now, with his spiritual power exhausted, it’s challenging to maintain the opening of the Mirror World; he had to leave the Mirror World first and return to reality.
But just as he walked out of the Mirror World, the sight before him left him somewhat dazed, only to see that cold moon still hanging overhead, emitting a cold, tranquil light.
"What’s going on?" Yang Xiao’s heart tightened; he had clearly killed the Pingsong Building Master, so why was this magic artifact still functioning?
Yet only a moment later, he realized this cold moon had nothing to do with the Pingsong Building Master; not only the Master came tonight!
This person opened the Mirror World; this is the real expert!
After the initial panic, Yang Xiao even felt a bit relieved. He had already done his best; managing to defeat the OP was his limit.
Moreover, the opponent hadn’t immediately attacked him, so perhaps... perhaps there was still a little chance.
Yang Xiao was well aware that if this person had teamed up with the OP at the beginning to attack him, he would have already died.
He put down his backpack, took out the few magic artifacts from the OP’s body, arranged them in a row, and with difficulty, clasped his hands, "Senior, we have no enmity in the past nor today. Could you spare me today? I would repay such a kindness like recreating me in the future!"
"You killed Ping Jinglan; impressive." A deep, old voice emerged from the shadowy deep forest. Yang Xiao held his breath, staring closely but unable to locate the person.
Judging from the other’s emotionless tone, this person had no deep ties with the Pingsong Building Master; he was completely in it for the benefits to agree to help.
"I am Yang Xiao, current Deputy Director of the Rongcheng Lin’an Office, also holding a position in the Three-party Action Bureau as a Specialist. If you could give me a chance, I would repay whenever there is an opportunity within the Rongcheng territory." Yang Xiao spoke politely, his posture low, as his life depended on the other’s whims.
"What, trying to use the name of the Patrol Defense Office to press me?" The other remained in that half-dead tone, "Haha, just a city-level Deputy Director. I’ll tell you the truth; I have killed a few of your Patrol Defense Office’s official Directors."
Upon hearing this, Yang Xiao inhaled sharply. He didn’t think the person was bragging, as there was no need. It seemed he had indeed encountered a tough one today; this guy was probably a Great Heretic Cultivator on the wanted list.
"Don’t bother trying; I am here today, and you won’t escape." The old voice carried a hint of mockery, "But I can give you a swift death, provided you must tell me how you obtained that puppet."
Seeing Yang Xiao hesitating and trying to buy time, the other didn’t waste words. All of a sudden, the cold moon overhead rotated again, its light concentrating and shooting towards Yang Xiao, "Won’t drink the toast but drink the penalty wine instead!"
Just as Yang Xiao closed his eyes, waiting for death, a sound of bells rang out, deep and sonorous with an ancient tone, initially seeming close by yet on careful listen coming from all directions.
Simultaneously, the cold moon in the sky extinguished in an instant, its light gone, and a painful groan came from the depths of the forest.
"Junior Brother, don’t panic, Senior Brother is here to assist you!!" Quick footsteps came from behind, followed by a loud shout.
Until Qingfeng and Ming Yue, Senior Brothers arrived by his side, seeing two familiar faces, Yang Xiao felt a sourness in his nose and broke out crying. He knew he wasn’t going to die today.
"Bastard, hitting my junior brother like this, how damnable!" Seeing Yang Xiao covered in injuries, his whole body like a bloody gourd, Daoist Qingfeng exploded in anger.
Daoist Mingyue, who couldn’t speak, instantly turned red-eyed, and without a word, picked up the iron rod as thick as a bowl and chased after; within moments, his figure vanished into the forest.
"Don’t chase..." Yang Xiao wanted to stop them, but his body was already at its limit. As his vision blacked out, he fell backward and knew nothing more.
Yang Xiao dreamed a very long dream. He dreamed of being hunted down, that person wielding a blood-colored Demon Sword, pressed him to the ground, about to stab his heart with the blade.
At the critical moment, a pale hand gripped the blade’s edge, then slapped hard, sending the assassin spinning away like a top. Yang Xiao was just about to rejoice when he too got slapped.
Then... then he started to wake, in a daze he heard soft sobbing; it sounded like someone crying but suppressing it, not daring to cry loud.
Right beside him.
After several tries, Yang Xiao finally opened his eyes. He was lying on a bed, with someone sitting beside him, their back facing him, sobbing softly.
"Tong Han..." Yang Xiao recognized the woman’s silhouette, but after speaking, his voice was so hoarse it didn’t sound like him.
The silhouette shuddered violently, then turned around, and seeing Yang Xiao waking up, Tong Han’s joy was undisguised. Her lips moved rapidly, as if saying something in excitement, but Yang Xiao, uncooperative, turned his head and fainted again.
When he regained consciousness, there was another person by the bed, Daoist Qingfeng. At this moment, Yang Xiao was wrapped up like a dumpling, as Tong Han explained beside him, all due to the herbs brought by Daoist Qingfeng.
From Daoist Qingfeng’s mouth, Yang Xiao learned of the subsequent events; Senior Brother Ming Yue caught up with that guy and smashed his head. That person was no simple figure; he was a Great Heretic Cultivator listed on the Patrol General Bureau’s wanted list, with half a foot into Netherworld-level strength.
This person had numerous blood debts, being wanted by the Patrol Defense Office, Apostles Union, Chamber of Commerce, but later he vanished from the world of martial arts. Yet no one expected him to be hidden within Pingzong Building, accepted by the Pingsong Building Master ten years ago and honored as Tributor.
"Half-step Netherworld-level strength..." Yang Xiao felt his head aching severely, limiting his thoughts, like there were bugs fiercely drilling inside "Senior Brother Ming Yue... he could kill such a strong individual?"
"Under normal circumstances, it’s somewhat difficult, but this thief was already injured by the master."
After a pause, Senior Brother Qingfeng pulled up the quilt, covering Yang Xiao to the chin, "Never underestimate your Senior Brother Ming Yue; the situation is very complex, not clear to explain in short. Eventually, you’ll know."
Yang Xiao nodded, he looked around, then opened his mouth, weakly asking, "Is Senior Brother Ming Yue alright, injured?"
"He sustained some minor injuries, but they’re all superficial, nothing serious, rest assured." Daoist Qingfeng patted him comfortingly, "Your Senior Brother Ming Yue ought to have visited you, but he felt ashamed to come; he said it was all his fault. He didn’t know the information was deliberately leaked." frёeωebɳovel.com
"This matter has nothing to do with Senior Brother Ming Yue; it’s... it’s my own carelessness, falling into the trap." Yang Xiao swallowed painfully, tasting the blood in his mouth.
