Chapter 1172: Chapter 211: Bullying the Weak (Double-Length) (Part 3)
The four horses exchanged are just the most ordinary type, only slightly better than regular horses.
It’s just a pity that the steed originally worth thousands of gold was only exchanged for about sixty percent of its value in gold.
Gu Qinghan, feeling sowhat displeased, muttered a few sounds and heard a gentle knock on the door. He continued his actions, cleaned the horses thoroughly, then stood up, collected his Qi chanism, and walked to the door with so vigilance, saying:
“Who is it?”
Outside the door stood a man with an extraordinary bearing, dressed in leather clothing associated with Parthian longswords, with a curved saber at his side and a weathered face. Upon hearing the voice, he smiled and said:
“I am Yi Xiang, here by the master’s order from inside.”
“If you don’t believe , you can inquire inside. I’ll just wait outside.”
Gu Qinghan originally intended to casually dismiss the person outside, but upon hearing this, he hesitated and pondered instead of driving him away as initially planned. He let the man wait outside, put down what he was holding, dried his hands, and quickly walked to the door, saying:
“Young Master, soone is outside claiming to be your guest…”
Wang Anfeng, completely suppressed by a man whose martial arts far surpassed his own, couldn’t move a muscle, let alone speak. However, his voice sounded calmly:
“It’s him.”
“Invite him in.”
Gu Qinghan was curious, unsure when the Blade Madman had inford the person outside.
But since the Blade Madman had spoken, he naturally wouldn’t make an unnecessary fuss. So, while pondering how the Blade Madman’s subordinates seed to increase by the day, he walked out to open the yard gate, letting the man outside co in.
Yi Xiang, with a calm deanor, nodded slightly in thanks and handed the item in his hand to Gu Qinghan, saying: “This is what the master asked to bring.”
Gu Qinghan took hold of the box imdiately.
Yi Xiang then smiled, looking towards the house. Inside, his heart was not as calm as it appeared on the surface. Due to certain reasons, he could actually track Lv Yingbo’s whereabouts. Today, he even sensed the aura of that esteed person, which was why he took the initiative to co, filled with certainty.
Ah… Indeed, the Blade Madman has thods that directly influence a martial artist’s state of mind.
A normal person could naturally know many secrets.
But that esteed person is different, having long anticipated and made corresponding arrangents.
This sort of thod actually made that esteed person’s arrangent awaken ahead of ti.
With a reverent mindset, he adjusted his attire.
Then gently knocked on the door.
Inside the house.
The man in black moved at ease, his fingers approaching Wang Anfeng’s forehead. Wang Anfeng struggled to control his body, letting out a low growl when the fingers touched him.
The man outside changed his expression slightly, and Gu Qinghan also sensed sothing amiss.
Inside the house, Wang Anfeng, using his Qi chanism vibration, forcefully gained montary control of his body, suddenly activating the Divine Weapon Qilin Lock, using pure Qi chanism to make his right hand strike forward at the foe.
His right hand seed to shatter an illusion, not touching any entity.
The man politely explained:
“You needn’t waste your effort.”
“This body is just illusory, though many can’t escape my influence throughout the world.”
“Yet, those who can touch are very few, scattered across the ends of the earth…”
“Can you perhaps turn illusion into reality?”
His last sentence bore a serene condescension and high-standing advice.
Yet soone replied thus.
“Indeed.”
The man’s expression froze slightly.
With the answer, a hand reached out, casually grabbing, as the surrounding world suddenly dimd. In the void, countless pale golden lines appeared visibly, and the hand grasped one of them. Then, because its nature was non-existent, the man’s wrist, impossible to touch, was captured easily.
The man’s smiling mouth froze.
A tall man in gray attire appeared before him, with serene Qi chanism flowing, standing at a spot where the world seed disordered, as if neither here nor there, nor in between. Where I stand is pure, erecting a single hand before his chest, then speaking with a calm voice.
“Amitabha.”
“Benefactor, we Buddhist monks have been waiting ‘for you’ a long while.”
Palms joined, voice flat.
“Please enter to discuss at the humble abode.”
Three thousand causalities as threads, converging into one.
Briefly, all causes in this Heaven and Earth pointed to a single effect.
I view the three thousand worlds, like observing lines on my palm.
Buddhism Vajra Realm·Cease Troubles.
That illusory man’s body instantly shattered, and then Yuan Ci disappeared as well.
The visiting man outside, in a mont when Gu Qinghan hesitated, forcefully pushed the door open.
Yet, in his heart was no fear of the enraged man behind killing him, only longing.
Soon to face legendary reverence and excitent.
Even his body trembled slightly because of it.
Filled with anticipation, he raised his eyes, due to a trick of perspective, seeing Wang Anfeng grasp what was supposed to be ungraspable — the illusory shadow. Then the man in black, said to rival immortals, of unfathomable depth, was crushed like a bubble, vanishing cleanly.
Then, Wang Anfeng, who nearly had his past altered, slowly turned his head.
His eyes were icy cold.
The man’s smile and reverence on his face imdiately froze.
PS: Today’s update is presented…
Four thousand nine hundred words.
Ah, I’ve realized I can’t finish the story at 2.8 million words. It’s just getting to the late plot stage. I overestimated my pace in advancing the plot.
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