Cultivating for a hundred lifetimes to ascension

Chapter 1460: Chapter 780: The Devil Is in the Details

Looking again, he saw the swordsman already holding his arm, lying on the ground, screaming in pain.

Unknowingly, the long knife was mysteriously in Zhao Sheng’s hand.

"Ah, this one’s tricky, let’s all go at once!" The other swordsmen’s faces changed drastically upon seeing this. At someone’s shout, seven swordsmen blocked the front and back, holding their long knives, slowly closing in on Zhao Sheng.

"Young Master, please don’t draw the sword. You’ve just recovered from a serious illness and can’t get hurt again. Why don’t we throw some Silver and buy some Peace." Seeing the situation, Chen San was sweating profusely and hurriedly shouted.

Saying this, he immediately tried to snatch the long knife from the Young Master’s hand.

No one expected the next second; his vision blurred, and he pounced empty-handed.

Looking at the scene again, Zhao Sheng had already entered the circle, the long knife slanted towards one person, looking utterly relaxed, completely disregarding the seven swordsmen.

"Damn it, kill him!" One of the swordsmen couldn’t take the provocation, instantly gripped the knife handle tightly, and fiercely swung the knife at Zhao Sheng’s head.

Zhao Sheng swiftly sidestepped, sliding to the person’s side, casually lifting the long knife, its blade angled horizontally.

With a puffing sound, the swordsman voluntarily collided with the blade, a huge gash suddenly appearing on his neck, spurting blood, instantly soaking his clothes.

Wuwu!

The swordsman dropped the knife in his hand, clutching his neck with both hands, face full of terror, moaning uncontrollably.

Then, staggering two steps forward, his body suddenly went limp, collapsing to the ground, twitching a few times, then no longer breathing.

Aaah!

The other swordsmen, seeing this scene, hastily raised their long knives and howled as they attacked together.

Swish swish swish!

Six long knives simultaneously chopped down, the Sword Light was deathly white, forming a web of knives with Zhao Sheng in the center.

Just as it seemed he would be slashed to pieces by the chaotic knives, Zhao Sheng unhurriedly twisted his body, and miraculously found a gap, easily dodging the long knives.

At the same time, he casually swung the long knife, the tip tracing an incredible trajectory, swiftly grazing the necks of the six men.

Pop pop pop...

Blood gushed from the six of them as they all clutched their necks with both hands, despair and terror overcasting their expressions.

A few breaths later, the six swordsmen all fell onto the street, bloodstained a large area of the ground.

Chen San was dumbfounded upon witnessing this, suddenly finding his Young Master extremely unfamiliar, as if he had become a different person altogether.

Zhao Sheng flicked the blood off the knife, suddenly turned to look at the alley entrance, and said with a slight smile, "The underlings are dead, it’s time for the real deal to come out!"

Before he finished speaking, a round of applause was heard from the alley entrance.

Soon after, a burly man with a robust build appeared from the alley entrance, clapping slowly as he walked over with a smile.

"Fellow Daoist, your skills are extraordinary, I truly admire them!" The burly man stopped three zhang away, looking at Zhao Sheng with an admiring gaze as he spoke.

Zhao Sheng’s smile faded; he asked in a deep voice, "Since there’s been bloodshed, the knife in my hand can’t easily return to its sheath. If you, sir, don’t give a proper explanation today, don’t blame me for being ruthless with my knife."

Hearing this, the burly man’s heart instantly relaxed.

Honestly, he was not inclined to rashly engage with the formidable, yet unknown enemy before him.

One must admit, he misjudged; he never expected the "young master" to possess such superior martial skills.

With his Eye Power, it was not difficult to see that the person before him was physically weak, yet relying solely on his astonishing swordsmanship, he could easily kill eight swordsmen who had practiced with knives for ten years.

The so-called skill close to the Tao is exactly this!

The burly man was confident in his own methods, yet when facing this person, he did not dare to easily claim victory.

On the other hand, Zhao Sheng was also quite wary; he certainly did not want to provoke the burly man, as the opponent’s strength was unknown, and he might possess some lethal, invisible secret move.

The burly man pondered briefly, then immediately took something from his bosom and placed it on the ground.

"This item was given by fate, consider it an apology gift?"

Hearing this, Zhao Sheng looked closely, seeing it was a White Jade Cup the size of a fist, three inches high. The outer wall of the cup was engraved with sixteen ancient and intricate symbols, which were clearly Immortal Seal Tao Patterns.

"Good, I accept this token of sincerity," Zhao Sheng’s eyes flashed as he nodded and said, "Take care, won’t see you off!"

"Wait." The burly man hurriedly said, "I, Su Heihu, wish to forge a good relationship with you. Why don’t we form an alliance, watch and help each other, and strive to return to the Lower Realm as soon as possible? What do you think, Fellow Daoist?"

Hmm, such a good proposal?

Zhao Sheng immediately agreed when he heard this, saying, "Great, I am Zhao Gongzhu, may I ask your esteemed name?"

"I am Su Heihu, the current Hall Master of the Black Tiger Hall." The burly man cupped his hands in salute as he spoke.

...

After a short while, the burly man turned and left, quickly disappearing at the alley entrance.

At this moment, Chen San timidly came over, nervously and softly asking, "Young Master, you... what’s this ’Fellow Daoist’ business?"

Just now, his own Young Master kept calling him Fellow Daoist. That Black Tiger Hall Master also styled himself as some sort of Fellow Daoist.

Chen San was utterly confused, unable to understand the reason behind it.

Most importantly, the Young Master had changed too much, so much that it seemed as if he were possessed by a ghost, becoming completely unrecognizable!

"Chen San, there are some things you shouldn’t know, so it’s best to forget them. Today’s events must not be told to a third person. Out of our master-servant relationship, I don’t want to see you lose your life in vain. Do you understand?" Zhao Sheng said, his face turning cold and his tone indifferent.

Chen San glanced at the long knife in the Young Master’s hand, shivering all over, nodding frantically in a flustered state, "Understood! San’er will make sure to forget everything that happened today. Young Master, please don’t kill me!"

"I have no reason to kill you without cause. Stand up straight and follow me back to the mansion."

After speaking, Zhao Sheng used the knife to pick up the White Jade Cup, then tore off a piece of cloth, carefully wrapping it and placing it into his bosom.

Then, he thoughtfully said, "You go back first."

Chen San was stunned, wanted to say something, but didn’t dare open his mouth, only able to watch helplessly as the Young Master walked away.

After a moment of being stunned, Chen San snapped back to reality, staring at the corpses on the ground, lips trembling in fear:

"Dead people, there are dead people! And they were killed by the Young Master, what should I do now?

That’s right! I must immediately inform the master, immediately—" Chen San was flustered, muttering to himself, turning in panic to run to the Zhao Mansion.

...

The river meandered, the water was crystal clear, a small black canopy boat slowly docked at the pier.

Zhao Sheng stepped onto the bow, instructing the boatman to set sail for the Ten Kings Temple outside the town.

The black canopy boat gradually left the shore, slowly navigating along the river towards the outskirts of the town.

Zhao Sheng sat under the bamboo awning, deliberately concealing his figure. He then reorganized his thoughts.

Shortly after killing, he suddenly thought of a terrifyingly subtle point.

That is: among the "other Fellow Daoists" he had previously seen, some might not have entered the Sky-reaching White Tower recently.

Some might have entered ten years ago, or twenty years ago, or even longer in the past.

"He" or "they" had reincarnated hundreds or thousands of times in Mingxi Town, yet were completely unaware of it.

However, Zhao Sheng was the only exception!