Chapter 434: Chapter 248: Executioner (Part 2)
There were not many people following behind the blue-robed young master, just exactly ten.
Yet the intimidation was significant, Lingjue, though presumptuous, was not a fool. Although still wearing that arrogant expression, his words already hinted at retreat.
"Lan Shuyi!"
The blue-robed young master spoke lightly, mentioning those three words.
Lingjue’s face changed abruptly, exclaiming:
"Executioner!"
Chu Qing and Wu Qianhuan couldn’t help but exchange glances.
In the Martial World, Lan Shuyi was known as the ’Thousand Threads Soul-Stabilizing Hand,’ but some preferred to call him the ’Executioner’!
Just because he had a heavy killing intent, he rarely fought alone, often participating in clan wars, and anyone opposing him was often annihilated with no quarter given.
Such actions naturally caused dissatisfaction among many... but clan battles are life-and-death struggles by nature.
The Ghost God Gorge could cease hostilities under Chu Qing’s intervention because Tie Lingyun himself had no intention to fight, it was Blazing Hall that single-handedly ignited the war.
And Blazing Hall acted this way not out of their own will.
Thus, after the real culprit was handled, they reconciled, considering Chu Qing’s sake, shaking hands to make peace.
However, true clan warfare is often a throne won by victory, Ding’an Hall may sound peaceful, but in reality, its success was built on countless corpses to climb into one of the Three Halls.
Therefore, although dissatisfied with Lan Shuyi’s methods, if afraid of death, why join clan wars?
Once your head is wagered on the table, you must be prepared to lose.
So they couldn’t criticize, only curse, calling him an executioner and saying he was ruthless and killed indiscriminately.
And as soon as Lingjue said those words, he realized it wasn’t good.
After all, it wasn’t a good name, and judging by the opponent’s nature, he might be in trouble today...
He immediately tapped his foot, his body swiftly retreating.
He withdrew five or six yards in one breath before steadying his steps, looking up to see Lan Shuyi hadn’t moved at all.
Just a slight smile curved his lips, but the smile didn’t reach his eyes:
"The Vajra Sect truly gets worse with each generation, Wudao is a fool, and the disciples he teaches are useless.
"Flaunting under the name of Vajra Sect, but in reality... nothing but dog crap.
"Rest assured, I never intended to kill you, someone like you isn’t even worthy to die by my hand."
Lingjue’s face turned blue and white in quick succession, just being humiliated by Chu Qing during the day, and now by Lan Shuyi at night.
Was the Vajra Sect destined to be humiliated?
Immediately gritting his teeth, unsure whether to curse back, a hand landed on his shoulder.
"How dare you!!"
Lingjue furiously circulated his Inner Breath, ready to shake off the audacious hand that dared press down on him.
Yet unexpectedly, as soon as his Inner Strength burst forth, that palm just slightly exerted downward pressure, causing the strength to return the way it came, pressing back into his meridians, making him collapse to his knees with a thud.
He was dumbfounded on the spot.
Who was this person?
Humiliated and infuriated, he couldn’t resist looking back, and with just one glance, he wanted to gouge out his own eyes:
"Why is it you!?"
Chu Qing looked down at him from above:
"Who else did you expect? What’s all this about kneeling for no reason? Come, come, rise quickly, you’re facing the wrong direction."
He pulled him up, making him kneel facing himself again.
Lingjue promptly shook off Chu Qing’s hand, leaping onto the wall:
"You all, you’re simply too much!!!"
"Who goes there!?"
"Capture him!!"
He hadn’t anticipated that jumping onto the wall could get him into more trouble.
The Taiheng Sect was already on high alert, suspicious of everyone as a potential intruder.
Seeing someone on the wall, they immediately sent several Sword Qi flying at him.
Frightened, Lingjue covered his bald head and flipped off the wall:
"It’s this humble monk, Lingjue from Vajra Sect! I am not suspicious!"
He wasn’t afraid of those Sword Qi, but worried that if things escalated, these Taiheng Sect disciples might kill him as an intruder and later just claim it was a mistake... Not to mention whether Wudao would avenge his junior, even if they did, he’d already be meeting the Buddha in the Western Heaven, revenge couldn’t bring him back to life.
For the sake of his life, he hastily revealed his identity.
But even so, by the time he got up, several swords were already against his neck.
Several Taiheng Sect disciples exchanged glances, each wondering... to kill or not to kill?
Considering what the Vajra Sect did earlier that day, they truly wanted to kill Lingjue.
But now Lingjue quickly spoke his name and did not resist. If they killed him, it might be hard to explain.
Finally, they resentfully sheathed their swords, with one even pretentiously going over to assist:
"Isn’t this the esteemed master Lingjue from Vajra Sect? Master, you shouldn’t be climbing walls at night, what if there are women in the courtyard... A Buddhist monk peeping at night, it’d be a shame on Vajra Sect’s reputation..."
Lingjue was so angry he was grinding his teeth, but at this moment he couldn’t act out.
He could only pinch his nose and nod, then quickly distanced himself from the trouble.
Watching him leave, the Taiheng Sect disciples saluted Chu Qing and Lan Shuyi, then turned back to patrol.
Lan Shuyi and Chu Qing exchanged a distant glance, clasping fists, as Luo Wushuang exclaimed with delight:
"Third Young Master, we meet again."
Lan Shuyi seemed surprised:
"Third Young Master?"
Looking at Chu Qing again, his gaze changed:
"I see, in front of the Mad Saber Young Master, my apologies."
"Not at all, in front of the Thousand Threads Soul-Stabilizing Hand, it is I who should show respect."
Chu Qing smiled slightly.
But Lan Shuyi shook his head:
"Actually, compared to that name, I prefer people calling me the Executioner.
"Did the Third Young Master come to investigate what happened?"
"Exactly."
"Shall we go together?"
"Please."
It was the first time they met, with no rapport, so there wasn’t much to talk about.
However, Luo Wushuang, feeling cordial towards both, chatted enthusiastically.
The group arrived in front of the courtyard, and the Taiheng Sect disciple guarding the door seemed troubled.
Just then, someone from inside came out, spotting Chu Qing and Lan Shuyi in surprise:
"Why are both of you here together?"
It was Guan Changying.
He ordered the disciple guarding the door to step aside, and Chu Qing led the group inside, while Lan Shuyi left his men outside.
He followed in alone.
"We just coincidentally met here."
Chu Qing casually asked:
"What happened inside?"
Guan Changying didn’t question further, just sighed in response:
"Uncle Zhao... was killed."
"Uncle Zhao?"
Chu Qing was shocked, recalling he had met him at the Sword Pavilion earlier that day. In the Martial World, he wasn’t widely known, with the name Zhao Qipeng.
A gentle-smiling middle-aged man.
Lan Shuyi furrowed his brows:
"How did this happen? I remember Senior Zhao being kind and rarely going down the mountain, how could he suddenly be killed?"
"I don’t know the specifics either... At the time, I was meditating in my room, suddenly a disciple reported..."
Guan Changying sighed:
"Follow me then, the master and several other Martial World experts are here."
He led Chu Qing and his group towards the inner courtyard.
The main house was brightly lit, Li Junmo and several Taiheng Sect experts were inside.
Centrally placed was a body, Cheng Tieshan was squatting, inspecting it.
Tie Chuming stood beside, brows tightly knit.
Upon seeing Chu Qing and the others arrive, a glimmer of light appeared in her eyes, but considering the situation, she quickly lowered her gaze and put on a solemn expression.
"Killed in one strike... no signs of struggle."
Cheng Tieshan rose just then:
"The wound is at the front, struck from the front... This person likely isn’t from another sect..."
Cheng Tieshan left his words unfinished, but the implication was clear.
This could be... an inside job.
The one who killed Zhao Qipeng might very well be someone he knew.
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