Chapter 1967: Chapter 1967: The Beauty Wants to Make a Deal
Luo Yang was taken aback to find out there’s a branch of the Eight Immortals Hall in Honghai County.
Seeing Luo Yang not responding, Aunt Thirteen sneered sarcastically, "Kid, you’re just a rural boy. How much can you really achieve? Don’t waste your time daydreaming; it won’t do you any good. Grandma is advising you for your own good."
This phrase "for your own good" was something Luo Yang frequently heard from others.
Hearing it again now, he just felt like throwing up.
This time, he was heading to the Eight Immortals Hall for a showdown. If he could come back alive, he would slowly deal with Xiangyang Technology Company later.
Luo Yang just wanted to send a message to the Eight Immortals Hall: He would destroy anything under their banner.
"Aunt Thirteen, you still haven’t answered me. Does anyone at the Eight Immortals Hall know Flying Sword?" Luo Yang pressed.
Seeing him persist on this question, Aunt Thirteen sneered:
"So what if they do?"
"Are there people in the Eight Immortals Hall who can use Flying Sword?"
According to what Luo Yang knew, the Flying Sword Technique, being such a high-level skill, usually required one to become a god or immortal to summon it.
Aunt Thirteen scoffed, "Kid, the Flying Sword Technique for ordinary people like you is something you won’t manage to practice in a lifetime!"
As a result, Luo Yang laughed boldly.
Seeing her glare over, he suddenly felt a bit overconfident, realizing it could lead to trouble, so he quickly restrained his laughter.
Aunt Thirteen continued, "Did Grandma say something wrong? You don’t understand Flying Sword Technique at all, you think it’s just fun. Actually, the Flying Sword Technique isn’t all that hard, or easy. The key is to nurture a spiritual sword, and then unite one’s mind with the sword, allowing you to use Flying Sword."
At a red light, they parked, waiting for it to turn green.
She continued, "It depends on the spiritual strength of the sword you nurture. The more spiritual it is, the greater the attack range of the Flying Sword. To take a head from a thousand miles away, the blade must at least be refined to a demon, or even a god."
Listening to what she said, Luo Yang thought she wasn’t just talking nonsense.
"Aunt Thirteen, how many people in the Eight Immortals Hall know the Flying Sword Technique?" Luo Yang asked again.
Now knowing that people in Eight Immortals Hall could also use the Flying Sword Technique, the idea of just using Bloodbane to wipe out Eight Immortals Hall didn’t seem so feasible anymore.
He couldn’t help but feel an added layer of anxiety.
"Kid, you should know Grandma isn’t from the Eight Immortals Hall, so how would I know how many of them know the Flying Sword Technique?" Aunt Thirteen replied coldly.
"So, how are their Flying Sword Techniques?" Luo Yang kept asking relentlessly.
Seeing her roll her eyes, he knew he wouldn’t be able to find out more.
As for Bloodbane, being a renowned sword, Luo Yang asked in his heart, "Miss Mo Ye, are you confident?"
Flying sword against flying sword.
Bloodbane coldly said, "Watch my performance!"
Logically, since both were flying swords, it would depend on whose sword was better.
The Soul Beast couldn’t be of much help; it was only good for gathering information.
Suddenly, he thought about the possibility of being turned away at the gates of the Eight Immortals Hall Headquarters, which would only add more trouble.
Luo Yang wanted to rush directly to the main building of the Eight Immortals Hall Headquarters; it would be easier to draw out Hong Jiaxin that way.
He wanted to meet her first, then seek revenge on Wang Weiye.
To avoid the risk of dying in fierce battle and never getting the chance to see Hong Jiaxin again.
The gates of the Eight Immortals Hall Headquarters were iron and equipped with cameras—parking and ringing the doorbell waiting for a response was a waste of time.
Speed was critical in such matters.
Luo Yang came up with an idea, though he figured Aunt Thirteen wouldn’t agree.
Approaching a section of road where they could pull over, Luo Yang suddenly said, "Aunt Thirteen, after getting my driver’s license, I’ve always wanted to drive. Let me take the wheel."
Aunt Thirteen didn’t respond immediately, and Luo Yang coldly said, "Can’t you even meet such a small request? I haven’t been unfair to your Shi Sheng Palace, have I?"
If not for Luo Yang stopping The Tenth Mu Tan, members of the Shi Sheng Palace would have been at a loss.
Aunt Thirteen pursed her lips, then pulled to the side, allowing Luo Yang to take the driver’s seat.
Both of them got out and switched places, with Luo Yang now driving.
He still needed Aunt Thirteen to give directions.
Luo Yang chuckled, "Aunt Thirteen, do you know how to use a flying sword?"
She coldly stared at him and asked, "Kid, trying to get so much information—are you planning to deal with Grandma?"
The ultimate move of the Shi Sheng Palace, Luo Yang had yet to experience.
He didn’t know what the strongest technique or skill of the Shi Sheng Palace was; he was just curious.
Even the Ten Great Alliances combined struggled to deal with The Tenth Mu Tan. Luo Yang asked, "Aunt Thirteen, what ability does The Tenth Mu Tan have that so many of you can’t defeat it?"
Aunt Thirteen dismissively said, "Kid, it’s none of your business, so don’t ask!"
But this matter was genuinely relevant to Luo Yang.
"You Ten Great Alliances, each sending ten people, would make a hundred people; can’t you take down The Tenth Mu Tan?" Luo Yang sneered.
From the situation with The Tenth Mu Tan, it seemed that sometimes numbers didn’t guarantee an advantage.
After a while, when he thought Aunt Thirteen wouldn’t respond,
She looked into the distance and said blandly, "If it weren’t for some problems, we wouldn’t be afraid of The Tenth Mu Tan."
It seemed like there was some connection between the Ten Great Alliances and the ten mu tans.
Curious, Luo Yang asked, "Aunt Thirteen, are you saying each of you ten alliances deals with one mu tan?"
As soon as he asked, he realized it was improbable.
If that were the case, the Ten Great Alliances wouldn’t be scared of The Tenth Mu Tan.
Unexpectedly, Aunt Thirteen sneered, "Kid, you’re pretty clever."
It sounded sarcastic.
"Aunt Thirteen, I know that’s not the case. Otherwise, you could easily take care of The Tenth Mu Tan," Luo Yang laughed.
"Kid! I’ve already said there was a problem, that’s why we can’t handle The Tenth Mu Tan!" Aunt Thirteen said seriously.
Seeing her extremely earnest expression, it didn’t seem like she was joking.
Luo Yang was a bit surprised, "Aunt Thirteen, is it really one-on-one? Even now, the Ten Great Alliances still can’t defeat The Tenth Mu Tan together?"
She curled her lips in frustration, saying coldly, "One of us lost the item that could deal with The Tenth Mu Tan, otherwise, we wouldn’t fear it!"
While Luo Yang was pondering, Aunt Thirteen said, "Kid, have I been a good friend to you?"
Suddenly asking such a question, Luo Yang couldn’t decipher what she meant.
He nodded slightly, and she gave a charming smile, "So, why don’t you help Grandma with a task?"
Not being able to manage his matters well, how could he have the chance to help her?
"Aunt Thirteen, are you just having fun at my expense?" Luo Yang replied coldly.
Not knowing if he would even make it back from the Eight Immortals Hall this time.
Besides, he was poisoned with the Soul Dispersing Pill, and finding an antidote was uncertain.
From what he had heard, it seemed unlikely the Soul Dispersing Pill’s poison could be cured.
"Kid, I’m serious." She stared at him steadily.
"Do you have the antidote?" Luo Yang asked.
Aunt Thirteen didn’t respond right away, appearing deep in thought.
After a moment, she smiled and said, "There’ll be a way. If you help me, I have a way to let you live at least for another year, without needing detoxification."
It seemed to have a similar effect to the Magical Pond Water from the Shennong Scripture landscape painting.
Relying on the Magical Pond Water, Luo Yang had managed to survive until now; otherwise, his Yin Spirit would’ve long dissipated.
