Chapter 470 - 217: No One Under Heaven Can Break It
Chapter 470: Chapter 217: No One Under Heaven Can Break It
The weather these past two days had been exceptionally hot. The air itself seemed to carry a disquieting, scorching quality.
Few people would enjoy such hot weather.
Ding Wujiu didn’t. Even with his considerable Inner Strength, he still felt awful all over.
But more than the weather, it was the people around him that made him feel like he was sitting on pins and needles.
Aside from Fan Zongyang, who also hailed from the Southern Domain and was a familiar face, the rest of them were each strange in their own way.
The Zhou Family brothers seemed like normal people, but every now and then they would suddenly blurt out, "Amitabha Buddha."
Ding Wujiu had initially thought they were monks who had not shaved their heads, but it turned out they had no qualms about wine or meat.
The two were also inseparable.
Eating, sleeping, traveling, even relieving themselves... they were never apart.
It wasn’t that such people didn’t exist in the Jianghu, but these two were particularly unsettling.
So much so that even though Ding Wujiu was over fifty, he would tense up whenever the Zhou Family brothers’ gazes fell upon him, making the already scorching weather even more unbearable.
Qi Duanshan, the "Unknown Saber," was another odd one.
He was a very ordinary-looking man—average build, neither tall nor short, with a balanced weight. His face was neither handsome nor ugly.
He was the type you’d have trouble finding again if you threw him into a crowd.
If there was anything special about him, anything that made him unforgettable at a glance... it was his eyes.
His eyes didn’t have the characteristic brightness of an expert, nor the reserved peace of someone hiding their true depth.
Instead... they were dazed.
A single glance was enough to make you wonder if he hadn’t slept for a full year.
Otherwise, how could his eyes look like that?
If it were just that, Ding Wujiu wouldn’t have thought much of it.
But one day, Ding Wujiu discovered something...
The moniker "Unknown Saber" made it clear that Qi Duanshan used a saber.
But... from the first time he’d seen the man in Suo Heng City, Ding Wujiu had never once seen his saber!
Driven by curiosity, Ding Wujiu asked a slightly presumptuous question:
"Where’s your saber?"
He had expected that even if Qi Duanshan was unwilling to answer, he would at least give an ambiguous, or perhaps profound and mysterious, reply.
Instead, Qi Duanshan looked even more bewildered than he was:
"What saber?"
"Your weapon... the saber you kill people with."
Qi Duanshan sank into thought.
’Your own weapon, and you have to think about it? Something is definitely wrong with you!’
Fortunately, Qi Duanshan didn’t ponder for long. When he came to his senses, he told Ding Wujiu with great seriousness:
"I forgot."
Ding Wujiu felt like he was going insane.
The strange Zhou Family brothers, a Swordsman who had forgotten where his own saber was...
’Besides myself and Fan Zongyang, is there not a single normal person in this entire group?’
He turned his hopeful gaze to Feng Zanghai of the "Nine Partings Divine Fist."
Feng Zanghai looked back at him, sneered, and let out a disdainful snort.
"..."
Ding Wujiu decided there truly wasn’t a normal person among them.
Even the Tower Master of Night Rain, Shi Wuya, was far from normal.
Behind them was a group of men in black who answered only to him; supposedly, they were the last remnants of Night Rain Tower’s forces.
As for Shi Wuya, besides traveling, he spent every day staring at the sky, muttering over and over:
"Why isn’t it raining yet?"
Suo Heng City was quite a distance from Julu City. Even though the group rested for less than four hours a day and spent all other time traveling, it would still take half a month to arrive.
But as long as one was alive, even the longest road would eventually come to an end.
While Ding Wujiu was worrying about the future with this bizarre group, they were already less than five days’ journey from Julu City.
Of course, that was measured by their group’s pace.
Under the blazing sun, the corners of Shi Wuya’s mouth, hidden beneath his bamboo hat, curled up slightly, revealing a hint of joy.
"It’s finally going to rain."
Ding Wujiu didn’t know how he’d reached that conclusion. He also looked up at the sky; he considered himself a veteran of the Jianghu, quite experienced in predicting the weather.
But no matter how he looked at it, it didn’t seem like it was about to rain.
But an hour later, when the first drop of rain fell, Ding Wujiu had to admit that Shi Wuya’s ability to predict the weather was far superior to his own.
The rain came out of nowhere. It had been a clear, sunny day, but the downpour was heavy.
Someone suggested finding a place to take shelter, since, apart from Shi Wuya, no one else enjoyed being soaked in the rain.
As it happened, there was a deserted village not far ahead. The group decided to find a house with a roof over their heads to take refuge for a while...
Shi Wuya neither objected nor agreed.
But when the group arrived before the deserted village, they were forced to stop.
The village was called "Wangxia Village."
Ruined and desolate villages like this were a common sight throughout the land.
In an era dominated by the Jianghu, where heroes and warlords rose and fell, it was no surprise that scars like these were branded upon the land.
They knew the village’s name because the village stele was right in front of them.
And lying next to the stele, shielding its head and face with a massive paw, was a black and white Exotic Beast.
A young man was sitting atop the stele.
One of his legs dangled over the side, and he held out a hand, catching a small pool of rainwater.
He spoke in a slightly surprised tone:
"I always get the feeling you people from Night Rain Tower have a touch of the supernatural about you.
"Tell me, the weather was perfectly fine. Why did it suddenly start raining the moment you arrived?"