bdsm-fiction Chapter 33 Yue Buqun's Scheme
Chapter 33 Yue Buqun's Scheme
Zhao Yu explained that he was only trying to help the Lin family clean up the mess.
Having obtained the Evil-Repelling Sword Manual, Zhao Yu saved the Lin family from annihilation, and thus felt he owed Lin Pingzhi nothing.
But this is not a reason for Hung Jen-hsiung to take advantage of others.
Zhao Yu had intended to make an example of him, and since he was acting so arrogantly, he might as well use him as a scapegoat.
The flying needle struck, and Hong Renxiong made a hissing sound as blood gushed from the corner of his mouth.
His body went limp, and he collapsed to the ground, dying instantly.
"Senior Brother Hong!"
"You! How dare you commit murder!"
The Qingcheng disciples were in an uproar, their emotions running high, and they brandished their longswords, ready to attack Zhao Yu.
They shouted loudly, but hesitated in their steps, and no one dared to be the first to rush forward.
The deaths of Yu Canghai and Hong Renxiong proved that Zhao Yu's martial arts were beyond their ability to contend with. After calming down and losing their youthful vigor, they realized they still valued their lives.
However, although they dared not actually take action, they could not help making noise.
"Shut up, all of you!"
Zhao Yu roared, and his inner energy exploded. The Qingcheng disciples felt a sharp pain in their eardrums and their blood surged. They were abruptly stopped by the shout and dared not make a sound.
With a cold expression, Zhao Yu's gaze swept over them: "I know your Qingcheng Sect is eyeing the Lin family's Evil-Repelling Sword Manual, but let me tell you, the manual is now in my hands."
"I'm sparing your lives today not because I can't kill you, but simply because I'm too lazy to. From this day forward, don't let me see you again in Fuzhou, or your lives will be in danger."
He paused, his eyes growing even colder: "Now, who still disagrees? Make your move, I'll take it."
The courtyard was so quiet you could hear a pin drop.
The Qingcheng disciples, who had been completely out of their minds, gradually calmed down.
All eyes turned to Yue Buqun once again.
Now, the only one who can restrain Zhao Yu is the leader of the Huashan Sect. As long as Yue Buqun is willing to take action, they may still have a glimmer of hope for revenge.
Yue Buqun felt the gazes of the crowd, his fingers twitched slightly, and his fingertips touched the hilt of the sword at his waist.
But the next moment, he forcefully stopped himself.
He quickly weighed the pros and cons in his mind.
Making a move would be extremely risky, and even if he managed to defeat Zhao Yu by sheer luck, he would inevitably suffer serious injuries, making it a losing proposition.
Not taking action might damage his reputation, but it would do Zhao Yu a favor, giving him more room to maneuver if he wanted the sword manual again in the future.
Moreover, with Yu Canghai dead, the Qingcheng Sect is leaderless and not worth his concern for the time being.
With this thought in mind, Yue Buqun had already made up his mind.
He sighed deeply, his gaze falling on Yu Canghai's corpse, his face filled with pity and regret.
Yue Buqun shook his head and said, "Sect Leader Yu is confused. The martial arts of the Qingcheng Sect are profound and extensive. The Pine Wind Sword Technique and the Heart-Shattering Palm are unparalleled in the martial arts world. Why bother to covet other people's inherited skills? Now he has ended up dying far from home. It is truly lamentable and tragic."
Having said that, he turned to Zhao Yu and bowed slightly: "Young Hero Zhao, you are truly righteous, helping the Fuwei Escort Agency avert this annihilation. In that case, this Evil-Slaying Sword Manual should rightfully belong to you, Young Hero. I have no objection."
Upon hearing this, the Qingcheng disciples instantly turned ashen-faced.
Even Yue Buqun refused to step forward, so they had no hope at all.
They all knew in their hearts why they had traveled all the way to Fuzhou.
Zhao Yu's words struck at their sore spots, leaving them no room to deny them.
They were all江湖人 (jianghu people, people from all walks of life), and even if Zhao Yu didn't produce any evidence, they wouldn't forcefully refute him. It wasn't a case, so why bother with legality and compliance?
In the world of martial arts, the battles and conflicts are really just about who has the bigger fist.
Yue Buqun has already put his words to this point. Even if they are filled with grief and indignation, what can they do? Are they going to report it to the authorities?
Are we really going to risk the lives of the entire sect to avenge Yu Canghai?
It is only natural for people to be afraid of death and cling to life.
Zhao Yu sneered, glanced at the dejected Qingcheng disciples, and then turned to Yue Buqun: "Sect Leader Yue, I must say, you were born in the wrong place. With your temperament, it's a real pity that you're confined to this small place on Mount Hua instead of serving in the imperial court."
Yue Buqun lowered his eyes, concealing the complex emotions within them. He dared not look at the cassock again, fearing that he might lose control and act recklessly.
He cupped his hands slightly and said in a calm tone, "Young hero, you jest. Now that everything here is settled, you should leave quickly. I still need to help you fellow Qingcheng cultivators with the arrangements for Sect Leader Yu's funeral."
Zhao Yu didn't linger and headed towards the gate of Qingxu Temple.
After taking two steps, he suddenly stopped and called out to Yue Buqun, "Sect Leader Yue, you should seriously consider what I told you before. This is your only chance."
After saying that, he didn't look back and swaggered out of Qingxu Temple.
"Father, what did he say to you before?" Yue Lingshan asked, leaning close to Yue Buqun with a face full of curiosity.
The two of them were right under her nose the whole time, so how come she didn't notice what Zhao Yu said?
Yue Buqun's face was stern, and after a long while he shook his head: "It's nothing. Young Hero Zhao is a humorous person, so he was probably just saying it casually."
His face regained its gentle and dignified expression, and he turned to Yue Lingshan, instructing, "Lingshan, go and see Young Hero Zhao off for me. We from Mount Hua shouldn't be impolite after all we've met."
Yue Lingshan didn't want to stay in this courtyard filled with the smell of dead people and blood in the first place. Moreover, Yu Renyan's previous harassment of her had made her have no good feelings towards the Qingcheng Sect.
She immediately agreed: "Okay! Father, don't worry, I will definitely do my best to show respect and make sure he doesn't dare to underestimate our Mount Hua."
After saying that, she immediately turned around and ran off in the direction Zhao Yu had left.
Watching Yue Lingshan's retreating figure, Laudenuo shifted his feet slightly, his mind immediately racing with calculations.
Zhao Yu's origins are unknown, his martial arts are unfathomable, and he also possesses the Evil-Slaying Sword Manual. If we can follow him, we might be able to uncover some crucial information, which would be helpful in giving the Left Leader of the Songshan Sect an explanation.
He had been undercover in Mount Hua for many years, but had not sent back any important information. He could not miss this opportunity to make a contribution.
Just as Lao Denuo was about to take a step, Yue Buqun's indifferent voice came from the side: "Denuo, you don't need to go. Come with me and see Sect Leader Yu off."
A barely perceptible hint of resentment flashed across Laudenau's face, but he quickly lowered his head and bowed, replying, "Yes, Master."
He wasn't sure if Yue Buqun's stopping him was a deliberate act of guarding against him and preventing him from having any contact with Zhao Yu.
But based on Laudenau's understanding of his "master," this must have been done on purpose, even if he didn't suspect him, he would have done it anyway.
This gentleman's thoughts are truly unfathomable; he hardly deserves the title of "gentleman."