166 Dressed in Purple (1/2)

Doctor Sun of the North City and Immortal Peng of the South City were famous within the walls of the Jade City, and while one needed fame and riches before being able to pay a visit to the Doctor, one could only rely on fate to meet Immortal Peng.

There were not many who were destined to meet him, and most who had such an opportunity would be extremely delighted. It was unheard of for one to be so afraid, like Xu Xiaoyi who nearly wet his pants.

”Me?”

”Um, you.”

”No, no, you've got it wrong. I, I am just a follower. He is the master.”

Xu Xiaoyi lifted his hand halfway and brought it back down, glancing quickly at Brother Huan.

The youth was very certain and said, ”It's definitely you.”

Gu Shenwei nodded, implying that Xu Xiaoyi could see Immortal Peng; as Xu did not know kung fu, he did not have to worry about any incident that could happen.

Xu Xiaoyi got up nervously, and walked up the stairs at the youth's gesture.

The youth stayed behind and lowered his gaze, turning from a kung fu master into an obedient slave in an instant.

The peaceful atmosphere lasted for half an hour. While Xu Xiaoyi had not come back downstairs, a magical mutual understanding was established between the two killers, who had not even exchanged glances.

Slave Jing suddenly made a move again, and was suppressed by the youth once more when his saber was drawn halfway.

Gu Shenwei waited for the optimal moment to make his move, and that was when the youth had finished making his move and had not yet turned his attention toward him.

The saber opened a shallow wound in a line across the youth's neck. Gu Shenwei felt regretful, as if he had used a sword, he could have killed this kung fu expert and brought his swordsmanship up to the next level.

The youth staggered thrice, and this time everyone in the teahouse felt shocked turning in sync to face the killer. Many of them reached under their tables.

There were 29 different variations recorded in the Death Scripture but there's only one move. If the opponent was of an average skill level in kung fu, Gu Shenwei could keep striking repeatedly without considering about defence, but his opponent was an expert, and he could only wait for the next opportunity.

”Good machete technique,” praised the youth. He did not even bother about the wound on his neck and the female-like demure expression did not change. The other guests turned back to their tea once more.

Gu Shenwei laid the drawn saber across his knees and said, ”It's still a bit lacking.”

”I am Chu Yangjun, and I have yet to get your esteemed name yet, Sir.” The youth spoke presented himself as if they had just met, and gave his name. His attitude had turned more cordial as well.

”I have come to look for someone, and only wish to ask a few questions.” Killers did not have the habit of announcing their names or affiliations. Gu Shenwei still stuck to this initial request.

The man who had applied makeup came close and whispered a few words into Chu Yangjun's ear.

”So you are Yang Huan, the killer from the Kun Society. I have long admired your great fame.”

”You flatter me. I am not here to look for trouble, but only wish to ask a few simple questions. If he wishes to answer me he can, if he does not wish to it's also fine. I do not wish to force him.”

Chu Yangjun lowered his head and thought for a moment before saying, ”Fine, but I have one condition.”

”Pray tell.”

”The person you are looking for is sitting right here, Manager Yang can look for him and question him, but you only have one chance, is that all right?”

Gu Shenwei nodded, still holding on to his saber and sitting at the same spot. After a while, he got up and walked up to a hunched back old man who had white hair, wrinkly and coarse skin and a lump growing on his head. He said to the old man,”If I were you, I would not go too heavy on the disguise, nor would I keep looking around.”

The old man helplessly looked at Chu Yangjun once and sighed as he straightened his back. ”I know what you wish to ask, but I really do not have anything to say, Marquis Gao's death has nothing to do with me. I really did not witness anything, and when Zhou Huan died I was already back here. All the more, it does not have anything to do with me.”

”Can we speak in private?”

Chu Yangjun cut in to refute before the disguised Qi Da had a chance to speak. ”I'm afraid that's not possible. If others knew that he spoke in private with you, it would bring more trouble.”

”Then we shall talk here. I believe your words, that you have nothing to do with Marquis Gao's death.” Gu Shenwei paused for a while before throwing out the question that was bugging him, ”How did Marquis Gao get into trouble with that special master, and cause you to get yelled at?”

While Qi Da's face was covered in many layers of disguise and no one could detect any change in his facial expression, his mouth was agape and he was speechless. Gu Shenwei knew that he had guessed correctly, and that Qi Da was the man arguing with and getting an earful from Master Yu from the conversation that Slave Jing had overheard.

”I-I...”

”I said I would not force anyone. If you do not wish to speak, that's fine, but you have to consider whether other people would believe you.”

Gu Shenwei did not know which of his words had provoked Qi Da, and the latter suddenly became steadfast. ”I do not know anything, nor do I understand what you are talking about. If you know the rules, do not ask another question,” said Qi Da.

Gu Shenwei retreated back to his original position, and said to Chu Yangjun, ”And just like this, I have finished my questioning.”

”It's for the best.” Chu Yangjun seemed to become more curious about this killer, as he stared at him without breaking his gaze. ”Do you use a sword?”

”I don't, the sword was a gift from somebody else.”

”That's right, Ye Silang said you were a swordsman, but during your duel with him you did not use a sword, and neither did you today.”

Xu Xiaoyi walked down the stairs with a strange expression on his face, looking like the survivor of some great disaster, as he felt a mixture of happiness and grief. It was as if the way the entire world looked had changed in his eyes.

As soon as they stepped out of the Joy Pavilion, Xu Xiaoyi could not wait to share his life's fortune with the others. ”Immortal Peng is a real, living deity, he...”

To his disappointment, Brother Huan was not even a little bit interested in this matter and dragged him to be on their way. ”You can speak of it later,” he said.