NOVEL NEXT Chapter 70
Suddenly, a Middle-aged Man in the crowd hesitated for a moment and spoke up, “But there are rumors that his mount is the ancient divine beast Kunpeng!”
“Come on, do you actually believe that?” another young man scoffed. “That kind of divine beast has been extinct in the Kunlun Realm for ages. How could it possibly show up as his mount?”
“Yeah, it’s definitely just some gossip. Even if Ye Junlin is powerful, he can’t possibly have a Kunpeng as a mount!”
“I advise those who think it’s a fake to not drag everyone down with them before they kick the bucket! The White-Haired Elder is extremely ruthless!”
“Sigh, I should’ve consulted an oracle before leaving home!”
…
The crowd hung their heads, looking as wilted as frost-bitten eggplants.
The infamous reputation of the White-Haired Killer was already well-known, and with all sorts of exaggerations floating around, his image had been demonized in every way possible.
So when faced with this kind of situation, the cultivators on board, despite having doubts, could only swallow their frustrations and give up resistance due to the overwhelming intimidation and the influence of their companions.
After all, if they misjudged the situation, wouldn’t that mean they were putting their lives on the line?
Better safe than sorry!
Seeing this scene unfold, the Old Man revealed a knowing smile and cleared his throat, pretending to be serious. “Li Wujie.”
“Master, I’m here!” the Hat Man respectfully replied.
“Why aren’t you accepting the kindness from the friends here?”
“Yes!”
The Hat Man turned around, displaying a sinister smile, and brandished his long knife as he charged onto the Treasure Ship, like a ruthless bandit, shouting, “Those who know what’s good for them, hand over all your valuables! Don’t force me to slice someone up!”
The cultivators on the deck dared not vent their anger, each one having no choice but to take out their storage rings.
The Hat Man swaggered with his knife, his gaze fierce, as people avoided eye contact with him.
It was rumored that the Blade Demon Li Wujie chased after the Xue Family’s young master at the Xue Family feast, acting completely recklessly with no sense of propriety.
Now, seeing the aggressive Hat Man, everyone was more convinced this was real, fearing they might provoke him and end up getting hacked to pieces.
Li Wujie collected their storage rings, then moved to kick down the doors of each luxury suite, cursing, “Damn it, did everyone die in there? Get your asses out here!”
Soon, a bunch of Transformation Stage cultivators came out of the VIP rooms, and a dozen Unity Stage cultivators followed.
Their faces were grim as they obediently brought out their valuable possessions.
The Hat Man moved seamlessly, and when he reached the most luxurious suite on the Treasure Ship, he lifted his foot to kick the door. The ship’s owner hurried over, smiling apologetically, and said, “Master Li, please don’t! There are two important guests from Gongzhou inside; they have significant backgrounds, just look…”
The Hat Man glared fiercely, “No matter their background, they have to respect my Master! If they’re smart, they’ll come out quietly; otherwise, when my Master strikes, you’ll all be dead!”
Upon hearing this, the ship owner turned pale with fear.
At that moment, the door suddenly swung open.
A Middle-aged Man dressed in black and white, with a bun and a goat beard, stood with a dark expression, exuding the aura of Great Ascension cultivation.
Sitting next to him was a delicate-looking woman in yellow, her almond eyes wide with indignation, and her charming face filled with anger.
The Hat Man froze in place.
There was actually a real Venerable here!
After a brief moment of blankness, the Hat Man quickly returned to his usual aggressive demeanor, raising his long knife and pointing it at the Middle-aged Man, boasting, “You wanna fight, huh? Do you believe my Master would take you out?”
Bang!
The woman in yellow, with a temper like a spoiled rich girl, stood up and smashed the ancient wooden table to pieces, glaring fiercely—and it looked like she was ready to fight.
Behind her, indistinct starry shadows began to appear, illuminating the world, and a terrifying wave of authority enveloped the entire suite.
Young as she was, she had already reached the Unity Stage and appeared to possess some unique constitution, with immense potential ahead!
The Hat Man’s heart skipped a beat, almost fleeing, but thanks to his well-honed acting skills, he managed to maintain his composure and pretended to smile coldly. “You little girl, are you trying to put on a show with your Grandpa Li?”
“Who are you calling a little girl?!” the woman in yellow shouted angrily, her fists charged with brilliant starlight, ready to bombard the Hat Man.
The Hat Man felt chills down his spine and thought, is it really game over this time?
In that critical moment, a large hand grasped the yellow-clad woman’s wrist—the black-and-white robed Middle-aged Man spoke in a deep voice, “Miss, don’t be impulsive! Leave this to me!”
“Uncle Fan!” An Miaoyi protested unwillingly.
Fan Dezhen shook his head and cupped his hands toward the Hat Man, saying, “This friend, we are from the Wendaozong in Gongzhou. Could you please show some courtesy this time? We will definitely pay a visit to your Xuantian Sect another day.”
Wendaozong!
The Hat Man’s eyelids twitched. This was a significant player among the Eastern Domain’s top ten sects, said to have produced several Immortals in ancient times!
Oh boy, this time I really stepped in it!
Wait, what am I afraid of? I’m the Blade Demon Li Wujie’s disciple, the White-Haired Killer Ye Junlin’s student!
Wendaozong, are they really that impressive?
Suppressing his inner turmoil, the Hat Man sneered a few times, “We can talk about future matters later; for now, hand over everything valuable!”
Fan Dezhen narrowed his eyes, staring intently at the Hat Man.
He didn’t expect that invoking the name of Wendaozong wouldn’t deter this guy in front of him.
As expected of the Blade Demon Li Wujie, acting without a shred of caution.
“Perhaps this is all being orchestrated by his Master Ye Junlin?”
As this thought crossed his mind, Fan Dezhen suddenly understood.
After all, if he dared to offend the Yuhua Sect, who would be afraid of Wendaozong?
The Hat Man felt a chill running down his back as he sensed Fan Dezhen’s unwavering gaze. But driven by his professional instinct, he still wore a fierce grin and kept a menacing glare.
In truth, he regretted not stopping sooner; if the other party went all out, his life might be forfeit.
Damn it, I should’ve known better than to get so deeply involved!
At that moment, Fan Dezhen seemed to have made up his mind and reluctantly pulled out his storage ring, forcing a smile as he said, “Here’s my personal storage ring; it holds five hundred thousand high-grade spirit crystals and a few spirit tools barely worth using. Please take it as a small token from Wendaozong to your Master Ye.”
A glowing storage ring floated through the air and landed in the Hat Man’s hands, causing his breath to quicken and his heart to rejoice immensely.
I hit the jackpot! I’m rich now!
“Uncle Fan! What are you doing…” An Miaoyi stomped her feet in anger, feeling this was incredibly humiliating.
Fan Dezhen exhaled deeply and said sternly, “Friend, are you satisfied with this?”
The Hat Man pretended to be calm, took the storage ring, and snorted, “You’re pretty perceptive. I’ll report back to my Master honestly!”
Having said that, he slung his knife over his shoulder and swaggered out of the room.
As he walked down the stairs, his legs felt a bit weak, and his face flushed with excitement. He secretly thought, “Hehe, what a thrill to act tough and then run away!”
“Did you see that? Even the Venerable from Wendaozong obeyed and paid up!”
“Hiss, I told you it was real. Just a while ago, there were still some idiots who didn’t believe it. Thankfully, nothing went horribly wrong!”
“There’s nothing to be done; just consider it bad luck for getting caught up in this situation!”
The crowd whispered amongst themselves, relieved by what had just transpired.
The Hat Man, filled with joy, flew over to the Old Man and pretended to bow, saying, “Master, I’ve accepted all the goodwill from our friends!”
The Old Man’s expression was calm yet authoritative, his imposing black robe billowing as he spoke, his eyes flashing coldly: “Hmm, very good. It seems there are still people willing to respect Ye Junlin’s standing.”
“Let’s go.”
“Yes!”
Whoosh~
A group of them flew away, disappearing into the swirling mists.
On the Treasure Ship, everyone breathed a sigh of relief, still shaken by what had just happened, while the ship owner was so ecstatic he was near tears, feeling they had survived a disaster.
In the top suite, An Miaoyi stood with her hands on her hips, her charming face full of dissatisfaction as she questioned, “Uncle Fan, you’ve really disappointed me!”
Fan Dezhen’s mouth twitched, feeling miserable as he said, “Miss, I did this to protect your safety. If we hadn’t shown respect, with Ye Junlin’s cruel nature, he would definitely have killed us all.”
“And you also saw, his disciple didn’t take our Wendaozong seriously at all. If you truly encountered any danger, I’d be the sinner of Wendaozong!”
An Miaoyi was still fuming, indignantly saying, “Really, the apple doesn’t fall far from the tree. That Ye Junlin is too much! Why can he do whatever he wants? Why should he act without limits in the Eastern Domain?”