Nightmare Apostle

Chapter 1336: Chapter 863: Bone Burning Taoist (Part 5)

Upon hearing this, Mr. Song’s knees went weak, and he nearly knelt down. After all, he had already accepted that magic artifact; if it were forcibly taken, it would cost him his life.

Furthermore, there are enemies outside looking for him, and because he couldn’t beat them, he fled to this town, seeking refuge with the most renowned Pingxi Marquis. To drive him out now would be akin to sending him to his death.

Thinking of this, the last shred of hope vanished. Mr. Song’s knees buckled, and he knelt down before Yang Xiao with a thud, pleading, "Master, Master, please be merciful, give me one more chance. I dare not defy again. In the future, I will certainly work diligently for you to atone for my sins!"

Seeing that the intended effect had been achieved, Tong Han stepped forward, speaking gently to Yang Xiao, "Marquis, although Mr. Song hasn’t made any great contributions, he has made his efforts. I’ve delegated several matters to him within the sect, and he handled them well. Don’t you think he deserves another opportunity?"

Seeing someone speak on his behalf, Mr. Song nodded repeatedly, "Yes, it’s true. I’ve worked earnestly for the sect. Miss Tong... no, Lord Tong is aware of my efforts!"

Mr. Song was not foolish; his mind worked quickly. He could immediately discern the unclear relationship between Tong Han and this Pingxi Marquis. No wonder a woman could manage such a large sect; it turned out the Marquis was backing her.

He was indeed a bit off in his calculations. He originally thought that the Pingxi Marquis was at best on par with him, but seeing the Marquis today, even his bodyguards could easily handle two of him.

He had fled from another province, unfamiliar with the local power dynamics. But the Jiangbei Province was an inland area, not particularly affluent, and relatively stable, with its masters ranked at the bottom nationwide.

He only knew that Xiang Ma Town was under the protection of Peace Hotel, which deterred outsiders from causing trouble. He hadn’t expected the Pingxi Marquis of this town to be so formidable.

Listening to Tong Han’s words, Yang Xiao stroked his chin, feigning contemplation, "Since you’ve contributed to the sect, it’s not impossible to show you leniency. You should introduce yourself first."

"Thank you, Master. I am Song Ziming, from the neighboring Huiling Province. I held a position as tributor in a small sect there, but unexpectedly, the sect’s Great Elder provoked the wrong people, invited disaster upon us."

"One night, powerful enemies launched a surprise attack, and overnight, the sect’s headquarters was wiped out. Elders and tributors either died or fled. I was fortunate enough to escape the province and eventually came here," Song Ziming recounted with a sigh.

"Heh." Yang Xiao sneered, "Unwilling to directly mention your sect’s name; I assume it’s not a legitimate organization."

Song Ziming’s expression turned awkward for a moment, "Yes, Master, you’re right—it was a sect listed by the Patrol Defense Office, involved in wrongdoings. But...but I’m innocent; I only joined them six months ago."

"Who are the people hunting you?" Yang Xiao was uninterested in further entanglement.

If it’s the Patrol Defense Office, heh, Yang Xiao could earn an undue merit. freewebnσvel.cѳm

At the question, Song Ziming suddenly felt wronged, "Master, those pursuing us are genuine evil cultivators, with many experts among them. They’re ruthless, eliminating us thoroughly—they’re from the Withered Bone Pavilion!"

Upon hearing the name, Yang Xiao’s initially squinted eyes widened instantly, "Who did you say?!"

"The Withered Bone Pavilion; you must have heard of them. They are all villains, beasts. Seizing the slain elders’ magic artifacts wasn’t enough for them—they even dug up and took their bones!" fгee𝑤ebɳoveɭ.cøm

It was clear that Song Ziming was truly terrified, his voice trembling as he spoke.

The name Withered Bone Pavilion was very familiar to Yang Xiao; though few in numbers, they were all elite, with peculiar means and ruthless actions, downright evil cultivators, always featured in the Patrol Defense Office’s wanted list.

But these were not what concerned Yang Xiao. What truly mattered was the leader of their group, who was quite famous in the world of martial arts—the Master of Bone Pavilion.

Back then, Mr. Sheng had told him that the lacking handle of his Ghost Lantern was likely in the hands of three people: the top Honored Buddha under the Black Buddha Mother, the Great Joyful Red Lotus Buddha; a vice president ranked very high in the Federation Headquarters; and lastly, the leader of these evil cultivators—the Master of Bone Pavilion.

Among these three, the Master of Bone Pavilion was the easiest to deal with.

However, this so-called easiest to deal with was only determined by comparison. To Elder Sheng, this person wasn’t considered a formidable character, but to Yang Xiao now, he was absolutely an insurmountable expert—a genuine Netherworld Envoy.

"What level are those coming to hunt you?" Yang Xiao pursued the question, "Are there any exceptionally powerful ones among them?"

"Yes, yes, one of their protectors. His skill surpasses mine, roughly comparable to this... this expert," Song Ziming replied, glancing fearfully at Sui Chengguo.

At Yang Xiao’s insistence, Song Ziming briefly introduced this so-called Withered Bone Pavilion. Apart from the main leader in this organization, the twelve protectors below him are the strongest. The one chasing him ranked tenth among the protectors, nicknamed Bone Burning Taoist, a sadistic psychopath.

"Hehe, if they sent such experts from thousands of miles away to hunt you down, I imagine... it must be for a reason?" Yang Xiao suddenly questioned.

"Tell me the truth: did you steal something from them? If not, I’ll bind you and send you to Bone Burning Taoist!" Yang Xiao saw through the deceit at a glance.