Chapter 548 - 243: The Old Affairs of Tingtao
Chapter 548: Chapter 243: The Old Affairs of Tingtao
Suhe Chen felt his mind was a jumbled, buzzing mess.
He was shocked and surprised, yet at the same time, it all felt disturbingly natural.
’If he really is the Human World Demon God, then of course he’s on a completely different level than me.’
’Slaughtering everyone on an island single-handedly would be perfectly normal for someone like that.’
But now, faced with Fang Shuwen’s question, he had no idea how to respond.
’This was the legendary, peerless master from the Eastern Domain, a man who slaughtered people as if they were nothing!’
Rumor had it that during his trip to the Northern Domain, death followed in his wake.
He went to Anyue City, and hundreds, if not thousands, died.
He visited Celestial Martial Peak, and it was said rivers of blood flowed down its slopes.
He had a chance encounter with someone from Thousand Snow Pavilion. Then, after arriving at Sword God Palace, he not only killed Thousand Snow Pavilion’s Master, Mu Tiange, as an afterthought but also annihilated the entire Sword God Palace.
And then there was the Zhao Clan of the Heaven-Cutting Saber.
When Fang Shuwen took Long Qingzhi to Cold Valley Town, Zhao Wuji died and Zhao Ziying subsequently wiped out her own clan. News of this had even spread to the East Sea, mostly unearthed by gossips who were digging into Fang Shuwen’s past.
They didn’t know the real reason why Zhao Ziying had wiped out her own clan.
Some began to speculate wildly. There were even those who believed Zhao Ziying had acted under duress from Fang Shuwen.
This stained Fang Shuwen’s originally gentle, scholarly name with an ever-growing aura of blood and slaughter.
’And now I’ve invited him to Tingtiao Pavilion... If he gets into a bad mood for any reason, then... then will Tingtiao Pavilion become the next Sword God Palace?’
For a moment, Suhe Chen truly didn’t know how to answer.
Fang Shuwen, meanwhile, turned his gaze to the large ship.
With his sharp eyesight, it wasn’t difficult to see what was happening on deck.
Zuo Xuan, Zuo Hong, and Zhou Zhengze stood to one side, their faces filled with shock and anger as they stared at a young woman.
The words from a moment ago had come from her.
By now, Fang Shuwen was used to this title.
He smiled and said:
"Those are just wild rumors from the Jianghu. You can’t take them seriously."
"And you are, miss?"
As he spoke, he casually pulled Luo Shuqing along. With a single turn and a step, he crossed the empty space and landed on the deck of the ship.
Zuo Xuan, Zuo Hong, and Zhou Zhengze immediately looked at Fang Shuwen, their eyes full of shame.
Fang Shuwen smiled and casually unblocked their pressure points.
"What happened?"
Zuo Xuan hurriedly explained:
"Hero Fang, she... she is Suhe Lan, the second young miss of Tingtiao Pavilion."
"We were no match for her. She... she pretended to let us take her hostage. Just now, after hearing your call, we had just brought the ship over when she suddenly lashed out and immobilized us."
"I see."
Fang Shuwen looked at the second young miss of Tingtiao Pavilion.
"Black Island is teeming with bandits. To prevent their escape, I had to resort to such a crude tactic."
Suhe Lan smiled.
"Young Master Fang, no need to explain. I understand."
"I had intended to tell you my identity myself, but it seems that’s no longer necessary."
"Xiaochen invited you to Tingtiao Pavilion. If you are willing to grace us with your presence, all of us at the pavilion would be deeply honored."
As she finished speaking, Suhe Chen also flew onto the ship.
Hearing this, he quickly looked toward Suhe Lan.
Seeing that Suhe Lan wasn’t looking at him, he knew her mind was made up.
He immediately put on a smile as well.
"That’s right. It is a blessing from the heavens to be able to invite Brother Fang."
"Since you both insist, a trip to Tingtiao Pavilion it is."
Fang Shuwen glanced at Luo Shuqing.
Luo Shuqing buried her face even deeper, as if wishing she could hide her head in her chest.
Zuo Xuan and Zuo Hong exchanged a look but didn’t dare say anything more. They would simply follow Fang Shuwen’s lead.
The same went for Zhou Zhengze.
Just then, Daoist Wuyi came over to bid Fang Shuwen farewell.
"I need to go settle these poor children, so I won’t be joining you."
Fang Shuwen glanced at the people on the shore and nodded.
"Coincidentally, there are some of Black Island’s ships here. Feel free to take one."
"Alright."
Daoist Wuyi chuckled.
"After this business is concluded, I’m off to build Wuwei Temple."
"When Wuwei Temple is complete and I’ve founded my sect, I’ll invite you over for a celebratory drink. How about it?"
Fang Shuwen smiled.
"Deal. It’s a promise."
"A promise is a promise."
After saying his piece, Daoist Wuyi leaped into the air and returned to the shore.
Fang Shuwen didn’t feel the need to remind him to keep quiet about Luo Shuqing. The old Daoist might seem like a devil-may-care rogue, but he was actually incredibly shrewd. He had already given his word and wouldn’t go around spreading rumors.
Annoying Fang Shuwen never led to a good end.
The Tingtiao Pavilion disciples boarded the ship as well. With the Black Island incident concluded and Luo Shuqing now on board, they had no reason to linger.
A Tingtiao Pavilion disciple took control of the large ship. It slowly pulled away from the shore, its sails and rudder adjusted as it began heading in a new direction.
Fang Shuwen and his party were assigned to their rooms.
He was covered in blood and naturally needed to wash up.
He didn’t even have to empty the used water himself; Tingtiao Pavilion disciples were on hand to await his orders.
However, when these disciples saw the bathwater in the bucket, which was dyed completely red, their steps quickened considerably, betraying a hint of panic.
Feeling refreshed, Fang Shuwen had just sat down when, with a CREAK, his door was pushed open again.
He sighed. ’So far, there was only one person who would come into his room without knocking: Luo Shuqing.’
Luo Shuqing might have heard the sound of his sigh.