Bitter Realm: My Feet Step Through the Flames of War

"I've come to remind you that it's time to return to Slaughter Isle."

Chapter 100 I Insist on Forcing the World

Yu Cixin finished the wine in her cup.

He took a piece of mung bean cake from the porcelain dish on the table and placed it in front of Luo Hou.

"Xiangling refused to return to Broken Island with me."

He took out another piece and laid it out: "The revenge for the late king has not yet been taken."

The third piece was then displayed: "The sword did not catch it at the beginning."

There was only one piece left on the plate. She took it out, took a bite, and then put it back on.

"As for the whereabouts of the 'Military Manual of Military Strategy,' I have not been able to find out either."

Luo Hou stared silently at the three and a half pieces of mung bean cake.

“Telling you won’t help, since you don’t know who Jian Zhichu is or the significance of the ‘Military Classic of Armor and Martial Arts’.”

"so what?"

"So we can't go back now."

"Aren't you afraid something might happen on Broken Island?"

Yu Cixin didn't ponder Luo Hou's words and continued drinking her wine: "I am in seclusion, and none of them dare to break into the royal palace to find me."

“You can entrust the revenge of King Yadi to me. In a few days, Tiandu will attack Mosali.”

"Even if you kill the Lord of Curses, can you force Xiangling and Jian Zhichu to go back with me?"

"Jian Zhichu...you're taking him back with you?"

Luo Hou asked inexplicably.

“He is a descendant of the late king. He must either be killed or imprisoned. In any case, he cannot be allowed to wander outside.”

"Ok."

Luo Hou got up and left.

Yu Cixin grabbed him: "Where are you going?"

"Late at night."

Yu Cixin looked around and saw that there were indeed only the two of them left in the hall. Laughter and cheerful voices came from upstairs, and the nightlife had begun.

She awkwardly let go of his hand: "You're going to bed so early?"

"if not?"

There really weren't many entertainment options in Tiandu, especially after Huang Quan left. Luo Hou cultivated on time and went to bed on time, showing great self-discipline.

"drink wine!"

"Find someone else."

"I only know you!"

"Didn't you just meet other men?"

Yu Cixin's eyes widened: "Where?"

Just then, Jian Zhichu stepped down: "Miss Yu."

Luo Hou, who had already lifted his foot, put it down again.

"Sword Beginning, have you figured it out?"

"Miss Yu, the effects of Taiping Wine are quite strong, so drink less."

"There is no such thing."

Yu Cixin poured herself a full cup and then poured another cup for Luo Hou.

Luo Hou slowly sat down and grasped the wine glass.

In the hall, an inexplicable murderous intent arose again, like a gentle breeze rising from the tip of a duckweed, or like the moon's shadow hanging on the horn of an antelope.

clap clap.

A round of applause rang out.

Murong Qing slowly descended the stairs, smiling, "It is truly an honor for Murong Qing that the Lord of Tiandu has graced the Boqing Pavilion with his presence. May you live a long and prosperous life!"

"What are your orders, Master?"

"Bring out wine, one pot for each person, and you can pay the bill."

"Well... this month's salary has already been deducted."

"It will be included in next month's salary."

"Ok."

Fu Changgui strode away and soon returned with three jugs of wine, filling them for Murong Qing and Jian Zhichu.

"Distinguished guests, please."

"Thank you."

Luo Hou thanked Fu Changgui for the wine before saying to Murong Qing, "I came to the Heartless Pavilion because I have something to discuss. May I speak with you in private, Master?"

Looking for me?

Murong Qing was very surprised, but he immediately stood up: "Please come with me."

The two went upstairs to a private room.

Luo Hou took out the "Nine Shao Legacy" and placed it on the table.

The joy of being detached from the world poured out, conjuring countless shadows of celestial birds and sacred beasts, all of which gathered on Murong Qing's body.

"It's a sacred genealogy!"

"Murong Qing, you are the Holy One Adoni of the Niyu Clan."

"Hahaha, the Rainbow Feather Clan, a laughable and pathetic race, what does it have to do with me, Murong Qing!"

Luo Hou waited quietly for him to finish laughing.

"Martial Lord Luo Hou, what do you mean by this?"

"Master Murong, you have already witnessed the greedy and evil Fumu of the Fire House Buddhist Prison. The earth energy of the Heartless Pavilion has been absorbed by the demonic wood. Only the Nine Shao Legacy Score combined with Adoni's singing can suppress the demonic wood. Please help me, Master Murong."

"I have no interest. I sell wine, but I don't sell local flavor, much less singing."

"The Fire Prison's target is not just the Heartless Pavilion. If all six spiritual veins are absorbed, the Bitter Realm will have no arable land, no place to live, fertile soil will be lost, and the country will perish."

Murong Qing smiled coldly: "As long as it doesn't affect the business of Boqing Pavilion, I can cooperate with anyone."

Luo Hou slowly rolled up the lost score: "I don't have much patience, you only have three days to think it over."

"Oh? If I don't agree, what about three days later?"

"In my opinion, the Heartless Pavilion is not as tall and sturdy as the Demon World Pagoda."

"you!"

"Why leave buildings that have no value in this land of suffering?"

"Luo Hou, underestimate me, you will pay a heavy price."

"We'll be waiting."

I never expected my conversation with Murong Qing to end so unpleasantly.

Indeed, it is unrealistic to expect everyone to have a strong sense of national duty, to protect themselves, and to seek personal gain while avoiding harm; these are all human nature traits.

This time, however, the Martial Lord is going to make a demand of the world.

Luo Hou put away the "Nine Shao Legacy" and went downstairs.

Walking up to Yu Cixin's table, he noticed that neither she nor Jian Zhichu had touched their wine.

She looked up at Luo Hou, then at the person behind her: "Where did the master go?"

"Still upstairs."

"I'm waiting for you."

Yu Cixin raised her wine cup and smiled sweetly at Luo Hou.

"Excuse me, I'm going to see a friend."

Jian Zhichu stood up and went back upstairs.

Snapped!

A fine vase flew from Murong Qing's hand and landed at Jian Zhichu's feet.

Bang, bang!

Two more flew in.

Jian Zhichu remained motionless, letting the flying shards fall on his feet.

"Aren't you going to ask me what happened?"

"What happened?"

"Luo Hou, how hateful!"

"Ok?"

“He recognized my identity and asked me to help him attack the Fire Prison.”

"This is not difficult for you."

Murong Qing was furious: "We agreed long ago to retire from the martial world and not care about anything that happens. If you return to the martial world, your peaceful days will be gone forever."

"how do you want to do it?"

“I don’t know, he only gave me three days to think it over.”