Chapter 763 (1/2)
In the depths of the valley on a tall tower, five cave masters of the Lair of Demons gathered together for a discussion.
“Where’s the first cave master? Why isn’t he here yet?” said an ascetic buddhist monk.
He had a bulging forehead, high cheekbones, and sunken eyes that were completely bloodshot. His lips were pale, and he had two fleshy bumps on his forehead. At first glance, he did not bear any resemblance to a human; it was as if he wore the mask of a ghost. He had a scarlet kasaya draped over him.
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“Ghost Ascetic, the first cave master has already been in secluded cultivation for two years. It’s not like you don’t know. How can we disturb him over something as petty as this?” a woman said. She was pretty, perhaps not a supreme beauty, but her figure was full and voluptuous. She was wrapped in threads of silk, which only partially obscured her body, making her seem even whiter and more enchanting.
The Ghost Ascetic glanced at her as if he was cautious of her. He no longer said anything more. He was only the sixth cave master of the Lair of Demons, while the plump beauty was the fourth cave master. She seemed like a human, but she actually originated from a rare race of otherfolk. She was known as the Silkworm Madam.
If she was supposed to be plump, then she would be a petite, dainty, little girl compared to the man beside her. The man no longer resembled a human, but a wriggled pile of white flesh. His facial features were squeezed shut, almost to a point where they were no longer visible. He was the second cave master of the Lair of Demons, the Gentleman of Heavenly Blubber. His body rippled like a wave and he spoke.
“Hmph, something as petty as this? That’s the White Hawk commander. Even Huang Siqin died at his hands. I don’t think he’s come with any good intentions!”
“Since he’s bold enough to come, then we definitely can’t let him leave here alive, or will our Lair of Demons still have any pride left?”
The speaker was a man in his forties. His thin, dark-skinned face was filled with murderousness. He had many golden ring piercings on him, and there was a black scorpion tattooed on his face, where the scorpion tail was divided into three segments. He actually seemed the most ordinary here, except his skin gave off a faint, purple hue. The others all maintained a certain distance from him.
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“Wei of the Poison, your disciple died, but you’re afraid to avenge him, so you want to use us!”
The Ghost Ascetic was afraid of the Silkworm Madam, but he was not afraid of him, as Wei of the Poison ranked last among the cave masters. He was only the eighth cave master.
Wei of the Poison’s face was warped with hatred. The White Wolf guard Li Qingshan had killed happened to be his proud disciple, yet he had actually been crushed like a bug. How could he not hate Li Qingshan? But even if he hated him, there was nothing he could do. The Lair of Demons was not a sect after all. Unless any outsiders attacked, there was no sense of unity at all. The other cave masters were all too busy celebrating the death of his proud disciple, so they definitely would not help him with revenge. He was afraid of provoking the existence that had killed Huang Siqin alone. Originally, he saw no hope for revenge, but he never expected an opportunity to be delivered to his doorstep, so why would he let it slip by?
“We’ve all sworn a blood oath. If any outsiders attack, we must unite together. Do you plan on violating the oath?” Wei of the Poison barked.
“Who said he’s come to attack us? Who knows, he might be coming to express his sincerities, just like that bastard Huang Siqin who tried to rope us in!” the Ghost Ascetic said.
“I think that’s highly possible!” the Silkworm Madam said with a smile, “As long as he hasn’t lost his mind, he’s not going to try and kill us!”
“You want to conspire with the Hawkwolf Guard? Don’t forget about the feud of blood from all those years ago!” Wei of the Poison said furiously with a sunken face.
“Since the boss isn’t here, then I’m in charge. Let him in and let’s hear what he has to say, or he’ll actually think we’re afraid of him. If he leaves us satisfied, then we’ll give him a quick death. If he doesn’t, then we’ll have old fifth’s bugs gnaw him clean!”
The Gentleman of Heavenly Blubber jiggled wildly, and from the pile of flesh, something that resembled an arm extended out, pointing at the “pocketman” in the corner who had remained silent the entire time.
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The reason why he was called a “pocketman” was because his clothes were covered in pockets of various sizes, basically swallowing him whole. As such, it was impossible to even tell his gender. Aside from a hundred treasures pouch, all of the remaining pockets were bug pouches.
He was the fifth cave master of the Lair of Demons, Mountain Insect.
With that, the other cave masters had nothing else to say. Li Qingshan had to die no matter what. They each had their own thoughts as they exchanged glances with each other.
Yu Wufeng, once the master of this Li Qingshan kills his way in here, I’d like to see how you remain peacefully in secluded cultivation! Hmph, you’re dreaming if you think you can undergo the third heavenly tribulation and unite the Lair of Demons under you!
The Gentleman of Heavenly Blubber thought and glanced around. “Do you have any objections?”
The various cave masters all reached an agreement. They would lure Li Qingshan in and kill him!
Although the first cave master was in secluded cultivation and the other two cave masters were not in the Lair of Demons, a mere White Hawk commander had no chance at surviving with the geographic advantage of Savage mountain and the various formations as traps.
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In the drizzle, Li Qingshan stood with his hands behind his back, his hair black and his clothes white. He possessed the depth of an abyss and the height of a mountain, with a calm smile on his face the entire time.
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The dark clouds weighed heavily, making Savage mountain seem even taller and more precipitous. The gloom was filled with hostility. Every single cave was like an eye filled with disdain, while the warm winds circling over him seemed like sneers.
“Knock on the door? Then why don’t you knock? Let’s see who will open it for you?” “Why don’t you just beg me? If I take pity on you, I might help you open the door!” “Piss off back to the Green province! This isn’t a place you should come to!”
The entire Savage mountain was astir. Even more people gathered on top of the gate, pointing, discussing, and mocking the lone Li Qingshan below.
There were both men and women, both monks and common people. They were either dressed in long gowns and robes with feather fans or silk hats, like people from the central plains, or painted with colours with their chests bare, possessing distinct, southern features. There were even some that bore characteristics of daemons and otherfolk, and even others that downright bore no resemblance to humans.
For a moment, it was a righteous revelry of demons, which just happened to match its name, Lair of Demons.
No one feared Li Qingshan. The more gentle and polite he was, the wilder they laughed. They felt like they were watching a strange jester. With their identities, they did not have a lot of opportunities to mock someone powerful like him.