Eternal Saber

Chapter 551 - 157: Who’s Cursing Me?

Chen Tang glanced toward the Drunken Immortal Tower.

He Shiyao gently shook his folding fan, his face full of pride.

The recently radiant Feng Xiao Fairy, He Susu, merely stood silently behind him, expressionless.

Wanting to promote his own family is understandable.

But, dragging down Ye Yushi a bit is somewhat bullying.

"Shopkeeper He, congratulations."

Several sect leaders came forward in succession to the people at Drunken Immortal Tower and congratulated Shopkeeper He.

The one addressed as ’Shopkeeper He’ was none other than the current owner of the Drunken Immortal Tower, also the son of the Drunken Elder, and the father of He Shiyao and He Susu.

This person was dressed in an elegant blue long gown, with a lean face, showing a few hints of cleverness and competence between the eyebrows, with a constant gentle smile at the corners of his mouth, making people feel very cordial.

The Drunken Elder had been retired for many years, and for the Drunken Immortal Tower to reach its current scale, Shopkeeper He was indispensable.

"Shopkeeper He, your children truly make us envious."

"Indeed, the top of the Human Ranking and the Earth Ranking, all belong to the He family."

"If Shopkeeper He were to have more children, even the top of the Wind and Cloud Ranking might be taken away."

Everyone gathered around Shopkeeper He, chatting and laughing.

Shopkeeper He laughed and said, "Friends are joking, it’s just that my daughter is slightly ahead, with the potential to become the top of the Human Ranking, and as for the Earth Ranking competition, it hasn’t started yet."

"You are too modest, Shopkeeper He."

The Sect Leader of the Cloud-Sundering Sword Sect laughed and said, "We’ve discussed it privately, and as for the Sword Pavilion’s four rankings, the top of the Earth Ranking is the most unquestionable!"

The Sect Leader of the Water Sleeve Sect said, "Indeed, for three years, in the Nanxia Jianghu, no Third Grade Martial Artist, in terms of power or record, can match your son."

The other sect leaders also praised generously and offered lavish compliments.

He Shiyao slightly raised his head, the corners of his mouth curled up, accepting them with ease.

He deserved such evaluations.

Moreover, he disliked his father’s previous generation’s way of acting, appearing humble but in reality, being hypocritical.

He was the top of the Earth Ranking, undisputed, deserving to enjoy all the praise and glory the title brought!

"I once challenged Brother He at the Drunken Immortal Tower, and today I have come to face that challenge."

At this moment, Guo Heng from the Ba Mountain Sword Sect stood up, cupped his hand slightly and seriously said, "If by luck I win even a single move or half, I hope Brother He will return the Night Rain Sword."

Ye Yushi slightly frowned, "Junior Brother Guo, there’s no need for you to do this."

He Shiyao chuckled softly at this, took the Night Rain Sword from his personal attendant and walked toward the Ba Mountain Sword Sect.

As he approached, He Shiyao slightly cupped his hand toward Jian Qiuchi, then smiled and said, "Brother Guo, no need to speak so seriously. I had already decided to return this Night Rain Sword voluntarily."

This action took the Ba Mountain Sword Sect by surprise.

"Brother He, are you serious?"

Guo Heng hurriedly asked.

"Of course it’s true."

He Shiyao asked with a smile that was both meaningful and slightly ambiguous, "If I return the Night Rain Sword, would Brother Guo still want to fight me?"

"This... let’s drop it then."

Guo Heng also smiled.

In truth, he knew clearly in his heart that challenging He Shiyao was completely hopeless for him.

"What a generous Young Master He!"

"Young Master He handled this matter splendidly!"

Someone nearby praised aloud.

He Shiyao nodded and smiled, raised his voice and said, "From today onwards, we are the Martial Arts Alliance, all of us are like brothers, we should support each other, and how could I, He Shiyao, hurt our camaraderie over the Night Rain Sword."

Jian Qiuchi, hearing He Shiyao speak like this, found it even harder to refuse the alliance.

However, she thought a moment later, the Night Rain Sword being retrieved is a relief of a worry.

Jian Qiuchi nodded and said, "In that case, many thanks to Young Master He."

Chen Tang felt that things weren’t that simple.

This man returned the Night Rain Sword voluntarily just to gain some reputation and goodwill from those present?

Jian Qiuchi looked toward Ye Yushi, who was silent beside her, and softly reminded, "Jade Flute, go up and receive the sword and say thanks."

Ye Yushi watched coldly and was unmoved.

She vaguely sensed that He Shiyao had other intentions.

"Thanks are unnecessary,"

He Shiyao smiled slightly, "But I do have an immodest request."

After a slight pause, He Shiyao raised his voice, "I have long heard that the flute artistry of the Jade Flute Fairy is unparalleled, the sound is heavenly, and my sister’s skills are exquisite as well, melodious and lingering."

"Jade Flute Fairy, Feng Xiao Fairy, both of you are the new and old tops of the Human Ranking. Today, the Martial Arts Assembly gathers heroes; such an opportunity is rare. Why don’t the two fairies perform a duet with flute and xiao to celebrate the formation of the Martial Arts Alliance? This piece will surely become a timeless masterpiece!"

"Great!"

Upon hearing this, everyone applauded.

Though the Jade Flute Fairy hailed from the Ba Mountain Sword Sect, she had studied at the Celestial Sound Valley and was known for her exceptionally pleasant flute playing, but very few in the world had the chance to hear it.

Today, hearing the two fairies perform together on flute and xiao, is truly worth the trip.

Jian Qiuchi slightly frowned.

She also sensed something amiss.

He Shiyao’s flattering words were actually forcing Ye Yushi in public.

Seizing the opportunity of the Martial Arts Assembly to push her to the forefront.

After their duet, He Shiyao would likely arrange for some to put down Ye Yushi while elevating He Susu, naturally distinguishing the superior from the inferior.

He Shiyao looked at Ye Yushi, unable to hide his triumph, and said, "I wonder if today’s heroes present have the opportunity to hear the heavenly music of the two fairies?"

Ye Yushi remained cold-faced and silent.

Guo Heng also saw the key in this, lightly coughed, and said in a low voice, "Brother He, Senior Sister Jade Flute has some difficulties, I hope Brother He will be considerate."

"I really don’t understand,"

He Shiyao replied with full confusion, "Why would Sister Jade Flute feel troubled giving a performance to such a distinguished gathering? After all, each one present is a well-respected figure in Jianghu."

Though He Shiyao appeared innocent, his words echoed clearly across the venue.

The implication was, if Ye Yushi didn’t agree, she would be seen as looking down upon the heroes present.

Guo Heng initially intended to discuss in whispers with He Shiyao, but to his surprise, He Shiyao said it aloud, making Guo Heng extremely awkward and embarrassed.

"Who the hell are you, expecting someone to play the flute at your demand? I also want you to play the xiao for me, will you?"

At that moment, a crude voice came from the side.

He Shiyao’s smile froze, utterly confounded by the unexpected cursing.

Who???

Who is scolding me?

Who dares to scold me?

And with such vulgar words?

Before the crowd could react, a middle-aged man next to the Jade Flute Fairy continued to berate, "If everyone wants to hear music, go to the brothel; the ladies there love singing for you all!"

The previous line harshly scolded He Shiyao.

The latter line was even sharper, sarcastically taunting all the heroes present.

He Susu blushed upon hearing this, secretly annoyed.

If she agreed to perform for everyone, would that not make her a brothel girl?

Ye Yushi glanced at Chen Tang, her heart warm.

Though Chen Tang’s words were unrefined, they were quite satisfying to her.

Chen Tang naturally felt indifferent.

Wearing a human skin mask, the more he spoke this way, the less people would connect him with his true identity, so he spoke just as he pleased.