novelraw Chapter 1238 - 547: Red Blood (Part 2)
Chapter 1238 - 547: Red Blood (Part 2)
Ding Hui was talking while starting the examination.
The stability test of the Bloodline Spirit, blood collection, changes in body pulse... all kinds of data would be backed up in Ding Hui’s hands, recording the daily changes.
Since there was still a spare Spirit at hand, Ding Hui also wanted to figure out the Spirit separation technique as soon as possible, to integrate the new Spirit into Fang Yu’s body and see the effects.
Unfortunately, this was not something that could be solved at once; it required slow exploration to find the path.
...
Night fell.
The White Cloud Inn unexpectedly welcomed an unprecedented bustle.
Because tonight, the number of guests was extraordinarily high.
The shopkeeper couldn’t keep his mouth closed from counting the abacus.
"Shopkeeper, another five pounds of beef, three jugs of wine!"
"Alright!"
The shouting rang out, and the shopkeeper immediately responded.
But the inn’s waiters were already too busy to manage on their own.
The shopkeeper naturally put down the abacus and personally went out to serve.
The ten-plus large tables in the inn were now all occupied, with a few even sharing tables.
The shopkeeper didn’t know his White Cloud Inn had become so famous, to the point where people would come specifically to dine there.
Could it be that their kitchen secretly improved its cooking skills?
The shopkeeper didn’t know; he only knew that tonight, the guests were plentiful and he was making a fortune.
"Wow! Shopkeeper, it’s quite lively at your place today, huh?"
As another voice sounded from the entrance, the shopkeeper looked back, and his face changed instantly.
Sitting in the inn were so many people he didn’t recognize, but this grand master standing before him, he certainly knew.
It was none other than a small leader from the Red Blood Gang, [Blood Moon Saber] Tie Pin!
This man, with his Blood Moon Saber Technique, was famous among these small merchants.
After all, for these small merchants, the business about martial heroes and masters was nothing but idle talk.
But the Red Blood Gang really collected protection money from them and caused them trouble.
"Master Tie, Master Tie, what brings you here?"
The shopkeeper quickly put on a smiling face and greeted him.
"Young master here lost some silver today, not happy, came to your place for a couple of drinks to make up for it! What, not welcome?"
Only then did the shopkeeper notice Master Tie’s strong smell of alcohol, but this man had a special knack for holding his liquor. Even when completely inebriated, he could maintain a straight face, seemingly able to hold a thousand drinks without getting drunk, though his actual drinking ability wasn’t much. Otherwise, he wouldn’t be sent off with just a few bottles every time.
There was a rumor among the locals that Master Tie relied on this ’thousand drinks without getting drunk’ skill to get in with the Red Blood Gang and thrive.
On any other day, the shopkeeper would likely wear a troubled look, trying all sorts of excuses to muddle through.
But today was different.
He was about to go crazy with earnings today—so many guests, so much business; he didn’t dare let Master Tie cause trouble. He only wanted to get rid of Master Tie quickly and earn silver from these guests.
But unexpectedly, as he dealt with Master Tie and smoothly stuffed two jugs of watered-down fake wine into his hands, he saw Master Tie suddenly stop, his eyes fixated on a table of guests.
"Master Tie... Master Tie... what are you planning to do?"
"Get lost!"
The obstructive shopkeeper was pushed aside and fell to the ground.
Watching helplessly as Master Tie walked toward that table of guests, the shopkeeper was utterly dismayed.
It’s over, it’s over!
On a rare profitable day, everything was going to be ruined by Master Tie!
He didn’t believe Master Tie went over there to greet them; he was likely to cause trouble!
Collect the money, collect the money!
He quickly pulled over the busy waiter still bringing out dishes.
"You, go collect the money from those tables!"
"Huh? Me?"
The waiter looked troubled.
"But shopkeeper, they haven’t finished eating yet... isn’t that inappropriate?"
"Are you the shopkeeper or am I? Go collect the money!"
While the shopkeeper was shouting at the waiter, Master Tie had already reached that table of guests.
Master Tie sniffed, smiled with his eyes closed, and said.
"Fragrant, so fragrant!"
There were five people at that table, both men and women. Seeing Master Tie come over brazenly and speaking such inexplicable words, the previously laughing group’s faces suddenly darkened.
"Get lost."
Among the five people, a square-faced man had already placed his hand on the longsword on the table and coldly scolded.
Master Tie, however, paid no attention to him, instead sniffing his nose and moving closer to the two young women in green among the five.
"I wondered when the food at the White Cloud Inn became so fragrant; turns out the aroma comes from the two young ladies."
Saying this, Master Tie exaggeratedly made a sniffing gesture, thoroughly lecherous.
But facing Master Tie’s harassment, neither of the young women in green showed any unusual reaction.
"Where did this dog come from, telling you to get out; can’t understand human speech?"
The square-faced man was already losing his patience, and with a zing, his sword was drawn!
The sharp sword escaped its sheath, immediately drawing the attention of everyone present.
"What’s going on?"
"Looks like there’s entertainment to watch."
"He holds the sword unevenly, outer strength, inner weak, this one’s lacking confidence."
"Holding a sword but not daring to strike, useless."
The murmurs and discussions made the already noisy inn even more chaotic.
"It’s over, it’s over! There’s going to be a death!"
The shopkeeper had long hidden under the counter out of fright, while the waiter sent out to collect money was intimidated back.
But while others were afraid, would Tie Pin of the Blood Moon Saber be scared? Whom had he ever feared!
"Kid, trying to be a standout, huh? Now, put the sword away, kneel down and apologize to me, maybe I’ll forgive you!"
Seeing the sharp sword, Master Tie had sobered up a bit, yet still just looked down with disdain at the man holding the sword.
"You!"
The man with the sword was furious, yet his hand trembled, not daring to strike.
Indeed, as other guests at the table said, it was just bluster.
Master Tie’s mouth curled up into a wicked smile, growing increasingly arrogant, and right in front of the man wielding the sword, he stretched out a finger to tap the chin of the young woman in green.
"Beauty, how about spending tonight with me? Those smooth-skinned, delicate boys are good-looking but useless; why not me, for a different flavor?"
Someone seemed unable to bear watching anymore.
"That’s too much!"
The black-clad teenager with a longsword was about to stand up but was suddenly pressed down by the elder beside him, pushing him back into his seat.
"Master!"
The elder raised his cup, drank all the contents, then glanced sideways in that direction.
"Some things, don’t interfere."
"But!"
The black-clad teenager wanted to say more, but was glared back by the elder and immediately lowered his head, not daring to say anything further.
On the other side, the young woman in green who had her chin lifted was calmly staring at Master Tie.
"You’re courting death."
Master Tie had seen all kinds of wild mares, this tune being nothing out of the ordinary.
"Hahaha! Little beauty with big capital and bold words; I like it!"
As Master Tie spoke, his gaze was never idle.
This young woman in green wasn’t dressed provocatively, but under the green robe, her figure was excellent, far superior to the brothel women he frequented.
Looks like fortune favors him tonight!
But just when he was about to make his next move...
Buzz!!!
Something suddenly flashed past his eyes!
Before anything could be seen clearly, his vision abruptly rotated upside down, and his consciousness started to sink.
Even in death, Master Tie never understood what happened.
Slash!!!
A headless corpse sprayed blood over a yard high.
And the severed head had already rolled onto the ground.
No one saw clearly when the young woman drew her sword.
Nor did anyone see clearly how she drew it.
All they knew was that the woman’s sword was fast! And sharp!
It wasn’t until the headless corpse slowly exhibited traces of markings and collapsed that someone jumped up in fear.
"Poison Marrow Sword! You’re Zhao Jinci!"
[Poison Marrow Sword] Zhao Jinci?!
Many people immediately changed their expressions.