Asura Mad Emperor

Chapter 247 The Stinking Rat in the Gutter

A gust of wild wind burst forth from the stairwell, and the giant tiger conjured by Divine Skills was instantly dispersed by the divine wind. Stay connected via My Virtual Library Empire

What followed was the sight of a dignified-looking elder slowly descending from the third floor, speaking in a tone neither salty nor bland, "Old man just wondered why there was a flock of crows outside his window early in the morning; turns out they knew that dreadful ghosts from the Shadow Hall would come knocking."

"Shadow Hall, so they are people from Shadow Hall, no wonder they dare to stir trouble at the headquarters of Seven Kills Exquisite Pavilion."

It was then that the crowd in the hall came to a realization.

Seven Kills Exquisite Pavilion was second to none in the collection of intelligence, and thus the power of Shadow Hall in this aspect must be considered second only to them.

But if it was only for this, Shadow Hall would still be far less significant than Seven Kills Exquisite Pavilion.

Gathering intelligence was merely a sideline for Shadow Hall; their main business was assassination, and they were the largest assassination organization in the world.

Realizing that today's matter would not end well, everyone stealthily retreated, and the entire hall was soon left with a large vacant space, occupied only by the two individuals from Shadow Hall and the elder who had just descended the stairs.

Seeing the arrival, the black-robed young man snickered with an odd tone, "Lord Gongsun, you couldn't help but show your face so soon, it seems you've suffered from our last encounter."

Gongsun Zi, imposing without anger, said, "Leng Dao, do not think you can do whatever you wish just because you are the Young Hall Master of Shadow Hall. I haven't yet settled the score with you for our last encounter, and now you have come knocking again; do you truly believe my Seven Kills Exquisite Pavilion fears your Shadow Hall?"

There was another wave of astonished exclamations.

"What, that youth is actually the Young Hall Master of Shadow Hall!"

Qinchuan, who was on one side, furrowed his brows upon hearing this; from the conversation between the two, it seemed that this wasn't the first time Shadow Hall had come to cause trouble.

Even without Yu Linglong at the helm, the many deeply rooted legacies she left behind shouldn't fear a mere Shadow Hall.

But soon he understood. The people from Shadow Hall conducted themselves in a detestable manner. Once one provoked them, they were like poisonous snakes hiding in the dark, waiting for a moment to suddenly jump out and bite.

Indeed, without a Great Emperor to suppress them, no one would want to provoke these people.

At that moment, Leng Dao spoke out, "Seven Kills Exquisite Pavilion, if this were a hundred thousand years ago, even my Shadow Hall would genuinely yield three parts of respect. But now..."

He hadn't even finished speaking when suddenly another voice picked up his sentence.

"A hundred thousand years ago, you were a bunch of rats afraid to see the sun, and it seems you are still a bunch of rats afraid to see the sun today."

The speaker was Qinchuan. His voice was not loud, but it clearly fell into the ears of everyone present, drawing their gazes and making him the focal point of the entire hall.

This Seven Kills Exquisite Pavilion had some connections to him; it was also a chess piece he had left behind in the past.

"Geez, where did this dumbass come from, daring to provoke the Young Hall Master of Shadow Hall."

"Must be some country bumpkin trying to curry favor with Seven Kills Exquisite Pavilion, not knowing that the bird who sticks its head out gets shot first."

"I bet this kid won't make it through the night."

"You're being too optimistic; the moment he steps out of Exquisite Pavilion is the moment he meets his demise."

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Leng Dao's gaze, snake-like, fixed on Qinchuan as he snorted, "Where did this trash, who hasn't even reached the Spirit Martial Realm, get the audacity to speak?"

Qinchuan, unperturbed and disdainful, replied, "So what if I haven't reached the Spirit Martial Realm? Killing you is no more difficult than slaughtering chickens and dogs."

Leng Dao, as the Young Hall Master of Shadow Hall, was accustomed to others looking up to him and had hardly ever been challenged; yet today, someone repeatedly insulted him.

His face turned cold as frost, and he said chillingly, "Seeking death. Today, I shall flay you, extract your tendons, grind your bones to dust, and scatter them to the wind."

As he spoke, he drew a dagger from nowhere and with a whooshing motion, lunged towards Qinchuan.

Gongsun Zi, upon seeing that Qinchuan was just a cultivator at the Ninth Layer Realm who had just passed the Meridian Opening, frowned secretly, wondering why he would provoke someone from Shadow Hall.

Despite much thought, he could not fathom the reason behind it, but upon seeing Li Zhi standing next to Qinchuan, he assumed the boy was so arrogant because he relied on the Eldest Prince.

In his heart, he shook his head and thought, "If it were an ordinary assassin from Shadow Hall, perhaps the identity of the Eldest Prince could be used to intimidate, but this Shadow Hall Young Hall Master..."

With this thought, he saw Leng Dao charge towards Qinchuan.

As the chief steward of Exquisite Pavilion, Gongsun Zi would not allow anyone to commit violence within the pavilion and instantly moved, blocking in front of Qinchuan in a blink.

With a "ding", the dagger in Leng Dao's hand was clamped between Gongsun Zi's fingers, unable to advance further.

"Hmph, Young Hall Master Leng, do you really intend to shed blood in my Exquisite Pavilion?"

Then he turned back to Qinchuan and shouted, "Boy, this matter is a grudge between Exquisite Pavilion and Shadow Hall... Eh, where did this boy go?"

As he was puzzled, suddenly a slap sounded in front of him.

Surprised exclamations followed from around.

"Whoa, he... he... he actually slapped the Shadow Hall Young Hall Master?"

"Did... did I see wrong?"

"Am I dreaming? Others avoid Shadow Hall like the plague, but he actually dared to slap the Shadow Hall Young Hall Master! Is he not going too far just to ingratiate himself with Exquisite Pavilion?"

Gongsun Zi didn't see it, but everyone else clearly did; Qinchuan had maneuvered around Gongsun Zi the moment he blocked Leng Dao's dagger and slapped Leng Dao across the face.

And now on Leng Dao's face, a clear imprint of a palm could be seen.

"You think you can kill me? Go back to your mother's womb and cultivate for another hundred thousand years," Qinchuan said indifferently.

Before the crowd could recover from their shock, Qinchuan spoke again.

"Exquisite Pavilion has fallen to such a state, that even a few lowly mice dare to run wild? Have you forgotten the rules set when the pavilion was founded?"

"Hiss, wasn't this guy trying to ingratiate himself with Exquisite Pavilion? Why is he speaking in that tone?"

"Could it be that this man isn't trying to curry favor with the Exquisite Pavilion but is simply a... fool."

"Is he intending to offend both Exquisite Pavilion and Shadow Hall thoroughly?"

Gongsun Zi was also displeased. Putting force into his fingers, he sent Leng Dao stumbling back dozens of steps before saying, "Whoever you are, boy, it's not your place to point fingers at Exquisite Pavilion's affairs."

Qinchuan looked disdainfully at Gongsun Zi and Leng Dao and said, "Exquisite Pavilion's rule is that swords shall not be drawn, fights shall not draw blood. If it were in the past, this mouse would have been carried out horizontally the moment he drew his dagger. All those years have passed, and you can't even uphold the rules of the ancestors; what use is the staff you raise in the pavilion? It's fortunate you still remembered not to spill blood, otherwise, it would be reasonable to strip you of your position as chief steward."

Gongsun Zi's face changed repeatedly.

Indeed, at the founding of Exquisite Pavilion, there was a rule that swords shall not be drawn, and fights shall not draw blood, with violators executed.

But since the pavilion master, Yu Linglong, disappeared eighty thousand years ago, Exquisite Pavilion's strength drastically declined. It was inevitable for conflicts to arise and weapons to be drawn, hence the rule of "swords shall not be drawn" was abolished.

This rule had been abolished for eighty thousand years. The young man was only about sixteen or seventeen years old; how could he know about it?

Leng Dao, who was slapped dizzy by Qinchuan and then sent reeling by Gongsun Zi, took a while to come to his senses.

Once he regained his bearings, with fire burning in his eyes, Leng Dao said word by word, "Boy... you... today... will surely die."

Then he bowed to the old man with scars and said, "Elder Yuan, please hold others back, I want to kill him with my own hands."

Elder Yuan frowned, dissatisfied, "Cold ghost, you were told to follow me here not for... Ah, forget it, since that girl Yu Hudie is hiding, I will play along with you."

After speaking, his aura suddenly burst forth.

"What! He's at the Early Stage of the Great Saint Realm!?"