Chapter 443 (1/2)
Chapter 443: Tian Yi
Translator: Yukidaruma Translations Editor: Yukidaruma Translations“Level 25…” Fang Xingjian lowered his head and thought to himself, ‘It’s easy for me to deal with a level 25 Conferred Knight. But for the level 22 Zhou Xingwen and level 21 Anderson… Even with the first level of the mystical prints, it would be hard for them to get past the hurdle of compensating for so many levels in order to deal with him.’
Fang Xingjian asked, “What is the sects’ gathering on the Dark Shadow Mountain about?”
Zhou Xingwen replied, “It’s just a gathering organized by the top few factions in the Great Western Region. One reason for it is to have an exchange in martial arts experience and to trade Divine Weapons, medicinal herbs, as well as heavenly and earthly treasures.
“Another reason is for the major factions to establish their authority and to plan out the coming year’s interest distribution through sparring matches.”
After hearing that the various sects were even trading heavenly and earthly treasures, Fang Xingjian’s eyes gleamed. Right now, he had plenty of money and nowhere to spend it. All the good things in the Great Western City’s market were basically in his pocket. It was not a bad idea for him to go and take a look at the good things that those factions had kept in their stashes.
Moreover, right now, he was going to condense specialty seeds and pursue a new level of perfection. For this, he was going to require the information that the various major factions had about methods of condensing specialty seeds.
These things were all their secret manuals. Unless extraordinary means were deployed, he would obviously be unable to get a hold of them.
“Then I’ll go and take a look.”
“Xingjian, you’re going alone?”
“It’s faster for me to go and return by myself. It’ll save a lot of trouble.”
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Half an hour later, in a small town on the outer regions of the Dark Shadow Mountain, a small inn was bustling with activity.
Due to this sects’ gathering, countless wild Knights from the Great Western Region had come to the Dark Shadow Mountain. Many wild Knights holding sabers and swords could be seen everywhere in town. Not only were they bringing great income to the small town, but at the same time the number of bloodshed cases that happened in a single day exceeded that of those which had happened in the town for the past whole year.
With a bang, a man with a thick neck smashed the wine bottle into the ground and shouted, “Damn it! The people from the Eternal Night Society are going too far! Just the entrance fee for the gathering this year requires ten gold! Why don’t they just go and rob others to get the money?!”
“Hey, speak softer, speak softer. Bewares of the eavesdroppers around.”
“What’s there to be afraid of? They dare to do this, yet they won’t let us say anything?” Although the man with a thick neck was saying this, his voice lowered unconsciously.
In the corner of the inn, a young man wearing black robes laughed softly. The face hidden underneath the black robes was extremely handsome, especially his pair of golden eyes. He also had a mark on his forehead in the shape of a ruby, which gave him a unique sense of mystery.
Hearing the young man’s laughter, the thick necked man turned his head and glared at him, asking, “What’s so funny, kid?”
The young man once again broke into a silent smile. The man with a thick neck stood up abruptly and walked to him with over ten subordinates who were all carrying machetes. He spoke with a savage smile, “Kid, let me ask you one more time. What’s so funny?”
The young man threw them a cold glance and said, “You guys don’t have the right to talk to me like that. Scram.”
Having said that, he slammed down with his palm, bringing forth a destructive force. It hit against the bodies of the ten or so men, making them fall back rapidly while puking blood.
The few men wore astonished and terrified expressions as they turned to leave.
The entire inn instantly fell silent. Everyone would throw an occasional glance toward that young man with golden eyes, their means showing how they were gloating over someone else’s misfortune.
“Those people from earlier are from the Crimson Tooth.”
“The leader of the Crimson Tooth, Red Tiger, is in town.”
“This guy is dead meat.”
The young man with golden eyes still appeared nonchalant as he drank his wine, at ease. He looked across the entire inn at the people who were staring as if they were watching a show. His eyes were filled with contempt, as if nothing in the world was important enough for him to bother with.
The golden-eyed young man no longer remember his own name. It was because from the moment he had joined the sect, he only had one name.