Yinshan Record

Chapter 691 A great commotion leads to success or failure; revenge and retribution.

Currently, the East Sea Sword Palace is clearly in charge of this city.

The two Core Formation Sword Cultivators temporarily stopped their sword light and each looked around.

"Oh ho, Young Master Lian, we meet again."

The bald swordsman Ma Ziqiang glanced at the young man in brocade robes beside him and asked, "What's wrong? Did you get into another argument with the girls from Qingwang Valley today?"

It turns out this wasn't the first time the two sides had clashed.

Su Che stopped by the side of the street and watched as the White Deer Cave disciples cleared the way. Soon, they pulled out several cultivators whose bodies were swollen, their faces were bluish-purple, and they were foaming at the mouth. They had obviously been poisoned.

"It was just a trivial matter, but who would have thought that the fellow Daoists from Qingwang Valley would insist on harming their fellow Daoists?"

Young Master Lian let out a cold laugh and pointed his folding fan at the few cultivators who had been lying on the ground beside him.

"The Peach Blossom Curse is specifically designed to damage a person's foundation. These friends were just passing by and watching the fun, yet our kind-hearted and skillful girls still dared to do it."

He spoke with intonation, emphasizing the four words "skilled hands and benevolent heart".

"it is good."

Su Che clapped his hands loudly in the crowd and shouted "Bravo!" which immediately drew cheers from the surrounding people.

"Young Master Lian is right."

"What a vicious little wench."

The surrounding White Deer Cave disciples all turned their heads, each thinking to themselves, "Who found this informant? His acting is really over the top."

“A contest of skills is not like playing rock-paper-scissors. If you’re going to watch the show, you need to be prepared.”

Du Tingbei, with a sorrowful expression, hummed and said, "I've learned my lesson this time. Next time, I should know to stay away from the battles between experts in the Rejuvenation Realm, lest I become their pawn without even realizing it."

Their words and actions were all aimed at Bailudong.

"Master Du, you can't say that."

Young Master Lian frowned.

He thought to himself, "Could it be that the troubles I've caused these past few days have alerted the East Sea Sword Palace to something?"

Ma Ziqiang grinned.

“Fighting is causing trouble. If it’s causing trouble, we have to deal with it. It’s exhausting and time-consuming. It’s just making things difficult for us brothers.”

"Old Lian, speaking of which, who started the fight?"

"It was Qingwang Valley that insulted my sect first."

"He insulted your sect, so you can insult her sect too."

Du Tingbei said calmly, "It takes two to tango; both of your families have problems."

"That makes no sense!"

Young Master Lian spread his arms wide: "How can the East Sea Sword Palace's actions convince everyone?"

A stone stirred up a thousand waves.

A chorus of applause immediately followed.

"The Sword Palace is unfair." "I think that bald guy has his eye on these young girls." "Damn it, and they're still talking about 'The East Sea is surging,' so they're just going to listen to whoever's the biggest boss, right?"

To incite discontent against the Sword Palace?

Su Che glanced at the excited cultivators around him. Wasn't this White Deer Cave a bit too hasty?

"That's how I do things."

Ma Ziqiang pointed east as he spoke.

"There is a country called Izumo in the East Sea. That place is as chaotic as a chicken coop, and it is home to a bunch of chicken-feather people. But they have a ridiculous rule that I admire very much: 'Noise makes all the difference.'"

"Regardless of who is right or wrong, whoever causes trouble for me must die."

As Ma Ziqiang spoke, he looked around with an imposing air.

"If I say this, who among you disagrees?"

His tyrannical power was overwhelming, and the surrounding cultivators couldn't help but lower their heads.

Su Che followed suit and lowered his head.

"it is good."

Then Young Master Lian squinted and asked the sword immortal in front of him.

"Does that mean that whoever has the bigger fist is right?"

"good."

Ma Ziqiang smiled slightly and looked at Young Master Lian with disdain.

“If you, Old Lian, had a bigger fist than Old Ma, you would be my father. But now, I am your father.” “Hey, hey, hey, don’t be so vulgar.”

When one person plays the bad cop, another plays the good cop.

Du Tingbei said softly, "You two families should apologize to each other and disperse the surrounding crowd. Our Sword Palace will not pursue this matter further..."

"Why shouldn't they pursue this? Did my master get injured for nothing?"

"A rogue cultivator under the master's command said resentfully."

His master's head was swollen into a big ball and was still oozing fluid.

"Your master is stupid. There are so many people on the street, how come his head is swollen like a scrotum? Damn it."

Ma Ziqiang cursed and swore. Since entering this dilapidated city, he had spent thirteen out of twelve hours a day dealing with this bullshit. If he were in the East China Sea, he would have drawn his sword long ago and chopped these thieves to pieces.

They're all cunning old foxes, who can they tell about the Cloud Recesses?
Bailudong wants to cause trouble.

They used various means to incite these people to be dissatisfied with their sect.

But we can't mess with the people from Bailudong now, otherwise they'll really make things work.

"These bastards are all insane. Aren't they afraid that our sect will wipe out their damn academy?"

Ma Ziqiang was completely baffled.

"Is this the rule of your Sword Palace?"

"Fuck the Sword Palace! If you're so capable, why don't you learn from the Divine Firmament Sect and the Celestial Master Sect and go to heaven? What are you doing here, trying to act tough with us?"

"So what if you have a big fist?"

"Go ahead and chop us all up if you dare."

The rogue cultivators who came here to try their luck were definitely not quails that had turned into spirits; they all immediately retorted.

"Okay, we accept the penalty."

Young Master Lian raised his arm, signaling the excited group of cultivators to calm down for the time being.

"However, please remember that right and wrong are judged by the hearts of the people. This is not the East Sea, but the Central Plains."

"good."

"well said!"

A group of people echoed this sentiment.

Ma Ziqiang curled his lip.

Your mother.

Once you bunch of bastards enter the Blood River Realm to die, who cares about right or wrong?

"However, I would like to ask the fellow Daoists of Qingwang Valley to provide the antidote to heal the injured Daoists."

He pointed to the rogue cultivators still groaning on the street.

"With a formidable enemy at hand, we must not damage our own strength."

"We won't treat him!"

A little girl jumped out from inside the curtain.

“You injured the old woman, and you’re still bullying people here.”

With tears in her eyes, she looked at the group of people from White Deer Cave, and then at the Sword Palace Rejuvenation Pill on the other side.

"You all ignore the truth. He attacked my mother-in-law, he attacked and injured her. Didn't you see that?"

"Sweetie!"

"Sweetie, don't go crazy."

A group of disciples from Qingwang Valley ran out and carried the veiled girl back inside.

"Little brat, when did it become your place to be in charge here?"

Ma Ziqiang kept repeating the same rhetoric used in the East China Sea.

"He apologized, and you apologized too. There's no need to treat him. Consider it their bad luck to be watching this spectacle every day. Sooner or later, they'll get corns."

"Wait, since this is an apology, then please, everyone from Qingwang Valley, remove your veils."

As he spoke, Young Master Lian waved his folding fan and said, "This can also serve as a witness for everyone."

Such a suggestion naturally drew cheers and applause.

"I said, I don't quite understand. Is it true that in this place, as long as you have big enough fists, you can take revenge however you want?"

Su Che gently pushed aside the few onlookers and walked to the center of the street.

(End of this chapter)