Chapter 437: Chapter 250: Blood Feud
The atmosphere instantly froze into ice.
The surrounding disciples of the Taiheng Sect sensed something was amiss and hurriedly checked, only to see Chu Qing and Lan Shuyi.
For a moment, no one dared to act rashly.
The ten Broken Army Swordsmen halted, their swords in their sheaths, trembling slightly.
Aura instantly enveloped Chu Qing’s entire body, ready to strike and kill at the slightest sign of danger.
Lan Shuyi, however, felt as if a massive mountain had been pressed down upon his shoulders.
Majestic and grand, it now hung suspended, ready to crush him to powder as soon as it fell.
His face immediately filled with a bitter smile:
"The Third Young Master isn’t planning to kill me here at the Taiheng Sect, is he?"
"Do you think I dare not?"
Chu Qing softly said,
"Two factions, Three Halls, Five Sects, and a Manor; I have the Blazing Hall in my grasp, and you belong to Ding’an Hall.
"Between us, by no means are we friends.
"Originally, I didn’t pay you any mind, but now you want to jump onto my face...
"You’re the first executioner to ignore my question like this and walk away."
"Have you considered the consequences of killing me!?"
Lan Shuyi’s expression was solemn.
Chu Qing glanced at him, half smiling, half not:
"Consequences? With just these ten people around you? Or the Ding’an Hall behind you?"
Upon hearing Chu Qing’s words, the ten Broken Army Swordsmen could no longer restrain themselves, a faint saber intent began to spread.
Chu Qing let out a cold snort, not loud, yet it instantly reached the ears of the ten men.
With a buzz, the initially soft sound fell into their ears like the tolling of a great bell, resonating so fiercely that their minds buzzed, and the saber intent that had just begun to emerge was instantly dissipated.
The faces of these ten men turned pale in an instant...
A single cold snort was enough to overwhelm them, so how could they possibly protect Lan Shuyi!?
Seeing this scene, Lan Shuyi’s expression also changed involuntarily.
This executioner earned his title on the battlefield... In a one-on-one situation, he was no match for Chu Qing, and neither were the Broken Army.
Thinking this, he took a deep breath:
"Third Young Master, can we have a private talk?"
Talk privately...
Chu Qing met Lan Shuyi’s eyes. After a moment of contemplation, he suddenly smiled:
"Fine, I’ll give you this chance."
As he finished speaking, he grabbed Lan Shuyi’s shoulder and leapt into the air, moving as if riding the wind, distance disappearing in a blink.
The ten Broken Army Swordsmen exchanged glances, momentarily unsure whether to give chase.
After hesitating for a while, they decided not to stay and wait in place, then started to pursue them.
In a secluded corner of Taiheng Mountain, the surroundings were silent, and the undisturbed snow indicated no one had approached.
Chu Qing descended from the sky, casually tossing Lan Shuyi to the side. The executioner rolled a few times on the ground before stabilizing himself, taking a deep breath:
"Third Young Master... you ran so fast, I almost spilled my dinner."
"You’re talking too much nonsense."
Chu Qing looked at him with folded arms:
"Say a few more words, and I won’t make you spill it; I’ll beat it out of you."
"I wouldn’t dare!"
Lan Shuyi promptly got to the point:
"I can help you take over Ding’an Hall!"
"Oh?"
Chu Qing was taken aback, and then laughed heartily:
"That statement might deceive a three-year-old, but deceiving me? Lan Shuyi... are you calling me a fool?"
"Given the current circumstances, you are the butcher’s knife, and I am the fish on the slab.
"How could I dare insult you..."
Lan Shuyi stood up, brushed off the snow from his body, and then spoke:
"I am serious."
"The world knows that you, Lan Shuyi, are the pioneer of Ding’an Hall’s expansion, leading the Broken Army and being invincible."
Chu Qing calmly said:
"Yet now you’re telling me you want to help me swallow Ding’an Hall?
"And expect me to believe you... tell me, how should I believe you?"
"What if I told you there is a blood feud between me and Ding’an Hall?"
Lan Shuyi looked up at Chu Qing, his eyes lacking the previous coldness and carefree demeanor, radiating sincerity.
However, Chu Qing didn’t show any sign of believing him.
Both being wily as foxes, to people like Chu Qing and Lan Shuyi, the saying "the eyes are the windows to the soul" was just something that could be faked.
Therefore, Chu Qing simply asked:
"Let’s hear it, what kind of deep-seated hatred do you have?"
"The Hall Master of Ding’an Hall, Wang Fang, was originally a notorious bandit, nicknamed Flying Tiger.
"Expert in wielding the Nine-Ring Saber... along with his two brothers, he roamed the area around Hu Koushan, committing all sorts of crimes.
"I was originally the son of a farmer; though my family wasn’t wealthy, we lived comfortably, and my parents loved each other dearly. Life was smooth, and we even managed to save some money to send me to private school to learn reading and writing.
"I never expected that one night on my way back from school, I would find a bleeding man lying by the roadside, eyes closed and waiting for death.
"The teacher said... saving a life is more meritorious than building a seven-story pagoda. I was still young and unaware of the martial world, nor did I understand the dangers.
"With great effort, I dragged him home.
"My parents didn’t blame me upon seeing this; they merely lamented how tough the world had become, not letting people live in peace.
"So they took herbal medicine to stop the bleeding and heal his wounds.
"We intended to let him go on his way after he recovered, counting it as a good deed.
"Unexpectedly, when he woke up, he was polite and respectful, yet too weak to leave, and my parents took extra care of him.
"However, because I attended private school during the day, I rarely saw him.
"That year, the fruit in our village ripened. One morning, I picked two on my way to school... eager to give them to him, hoping his injuries would heal soon.
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