Chapter 438 - 206: The Seven Stars Can Be Abandoned, the Demon God Must Be Slain
Chapter 438: Chapter 206: The Seven Stars Can Be Abandoned, the Demon God Must Be Slain
Chen Jinwang and the others informed the troupe of actors who had been abducted that they were now free.
Everyone gathered quickly and then left in groups.
The entire village gradually became deserted.
Only the corpse of the Night Rain Tower’s Vice Tower Master, hanging before the entrance to the Chen Residence, swayed in the wind.
About four hours later, an unkempt middle-aged man with many pouches hanging all over his body arrived before the Chen Residence.
He looked up at the hanging Vice Tower Master of Night Rain Tower and sighed.
"I told you a long time ago, the Demon Evil God is not someone to be trifled with."
"If you hadn’t been found out, you might have had a chance. But once exposed, death was your only way out."
"But you just... wouldn’t listen."
He casually pulled a Willow Leaf Flying Saber from a small pouch, flicked his wrist, and with a SWISH, severed the rope.
The Vice Tower Master’s body fell. The middle-aged man caught it and laid it to one side.
He then sat on the ground, took out a brush and paper from another pouch, and quickly wrote a letter.
He curled the pinky of his left hand, placed it to his lips, and blew with all his might. A shrill whistle carried far into the distance.
A moment later, a shadow suddenly appeared in the sky. It dove down, reaching the middle-aged man in the blink of an eye. Just before impact, it spread its wings, and a majestic gyrfalcon appeared before him.
The middle-aged man extended his arm. The gyrfalcon’s sharp talons gripped his bare forearm but left no mark.
He rolled up the letter, took out a small bamboo tube, placed the letter inside, and finally tied it to the gyrfalcon’s leg.
The middle-aged man shook his arm.
"Go. Be quick."
The gyrfalcon let out a sharp cry, and with a beat of its wings, it shot into the sky, disappearing from sight in the blink of an eye.
The middle-aged man watched for a moment before looking away. He walked over to the corpse and hoisted the Vice Tower Master onto his shoulder.
"Let’s go, let’s go. I’ve prepared a fine coffin of golden-thread nanmu for you."
"It’s the least I can do for our decade-plus of friendship..."
Carrying the body, he walked further and further away, finally disappearing from view.
The gyrfalcon weaved through a sea of clouds, its speed like a bolt of lightning.
It crossed mountains and lakes, witnessing sunrises and sunsets. The sea of clouds before it turned from white to black, and beneath a great mass of dark clouds raged a torrential downpour.
The gyrfalcon dove, piercing through layers of dark clouds. Its eagle eyes locked onto a solitary tower with low-hanging eaves, standing amidst the storm.
Pairs of eyes looked up from the rain, glanced at the gyrfalcon, and then looked away again.
They lay hidden in the shadows, where few could sense their presence.
At the sound of the falcon’s cry, a window instantly opened. It flew through the opening and into a warm room.
The orange-red glow of a fire pushed back the gloom. A man with a soft, somewhat effeminate bearing, dressed in a simple white robe, was leaning against a soft couch, reading a book.
His eyes were long and narrow, his expression focused. All of his attention was concentrated on the book, as if he hadn’t noticed the uninvited guest that had entered the room.
Not until the gyrfalcon landed on a perch beside the couch did he glance up, only to immediately return his gaze to his book.
While his eyes remained fixed on the book, he nonchalantly took the letter from the gyrfalcon’s leg.
He pressed it against the page of the book and unfolded it.
Only then did he deign to tear his eyes away from the book and read the letter’s contents.
In the next moment, he froze as if his pressure points had been struck, completely motionless... The entire room, even the gyrfalcon that had just returned and was preening its feathers, seemed to stop moving.
Only the rainwater dripping from its body continued to fall.
It soon soaked the soft couch.
VMMMMM!!!
A razor-sharp wave of Sword Qi suddenly erupted from the white-robed man.
With a POOF, the book in his hand, along with the letter, disintegrated into fine dust.
CRASH! CRASH!!
The room’s furnishings—the desk, the candelabra—were all swept aside by this Sword Qi.
An invisible force spread beyond the solitary tower, forming a massive circular ripple that expanded in all directions.
The great storm that covered heaven and earth seemed as if it would be sliced in two by this Sword Qi.
Figure after figure shot up from the shadows, naturally gathering outside the solitary tower. At a glance, there were several thousand of them, a dense and seemingly endless mass.
They knelt on one knee outside the tower and spoke in unison:
"Tower Master, calm your anger!!"
An ethereal voice came from above their heads:
"Your Vice Tower Master is dead."
"How... am I to calm my anger?"
"Blood for blood, a tooth for a tooth!!"
"Good."
The voice spoke again:
"Summon Shen Qingfeng, Su Baiyu, Tang Xi, Tu Qianqiu, and... Gongshu Ji!"
Inside the room, Shi Wuya, having spoken these words, rose from the soft couch.
He took a black long robe from the clothes rack and put it on as he turned.
He then took the conical hat hanging on the wall and placed it on his head.
He slowly stepped out of the room and went to the ground floor of the solitary tower.
The rest of the tower was utterly dilapidated, as if a different world compared to his room.
There was only a single chair on the ground floor. He silently sat down in it.
He slowly closed his eyes.
The first to arrive was Shen Qingfeng.
He carried a longsword on his back and wore blue robes.
After stepping into the solitary tower, he stood silently at attention on the left side, but did not speak.
Steam rose from his body, and his clothes dried in an instant.
The second to arrive was a burly man with a clean-shaven head, chanting scriptures as he walked.