Volume 1 Chapter 9 (1/2)

Chapter 9 Surprised?

After hurrying along all night, Di Hongtian felt incredibly exhausted.

The Riluo Village. . . Looking up at the village from afar, he gradually slowed down. Just rest for an hour before moving on and then I should be able to return to the Jianzonglin Clan tomorrow afternoon, he thought to himself.

Feeling thirsty and hungry, he still needed rest and food, although he was the top master with superb martial arts.

“Staying for the night or just pa.s.sing by?”

He was stopped by two guards before the village gate.

“Pa.s.sing by!” he replied, throwing some silver pieces to one of them.

The Riluo Village was located at the side of the road. Unlike the bandits, they never robbed the merchants pa.s.sing by; however, they were essentially the same, but with more sophisticated means.

No matter who they were, caravans or pa.s.sengers, they had to pay a certain amount of money to pa.s.s, otherwise they could only take a detour far away. They might as well just pay for it.

However, the reason why the Riluo Village could survive until now naturally depended on its background and strength, since it was established based on the Yingzuiya Clan and the Qingfeng Village, two members of the Three Mountains and Seven Villages of the Greenwood Society.

“Get in!” Two guards stood aside.

Di Hongtian glanced at them with his eyebrows furrowed, feeling something unusual.

He had dealt with those from the Greenwood Society many times. Despite their vicious appearance, most of them looked treacherous indeed. However, the two standing in front carried cold and solemn expressions, seemingly a little different.

In the Riluo Village, houses as tall as over ten floors or even more than thirty meters, were built on both sides of the cliff along the road. On the foot of the mountain there were two crescent moon-shaped yards, parked with carts and horses.

The horses were enjoying the forage leisurely while more than ten guards were scattered in the yard for vigilance.

He paused for a short while and couldn’t help holding his sword hilt more tightly, his eyes full of chill.

The day has broken while so many caravans haven’t got up yet. . .  he sneered inwardly.

The caravans usually raced against time between various cities. One day of delay would mean wasting lots of money, which they always spared no effort to avoid.

He had witnessed the haste of caravans over and over again. They often got up for preparation before daybreak and set out at first hint of dawn.

“It’s troublesome to take such great pains. . . ” He continued to head for the inn while stealthily observed the surroundings.

“Dear guest, welcome!”

No sooner had he arrived at the gate than the servant welcomed him with a smile. However, the smile seemed to be somehow rigid.

Bang!

Putting down the heavy Sword Zhongfeng, he sat at the table.

“One kilo of beef, five steamed buns, and one pot of tea!” Di Hongtian ordered.

“Understood!” The servant calmly glanced at the Sword Zhongfeng on the table and headed for the back of the kitchen

Soon, the beef and steamed buns were served.

The servant returned to the counter, busy with some cleaning. On the second floor, the window of a room was pushed slightly open and a pair of cold eyes were overlooking the lobby below.

Di Hongtian took a slice of beef and sent it to his mouth, chewed for a while, and swallowed. Then, he grabbed a steamed bun with his left hand and took a big bite.

Having expended so much energy hurrying overnight, he was so starving that he gobbled up all the beef and buns.