kingnovel Chapter 509 A hair's breadth away! The Poison Bodhisattva arrives gracefully, and the Dark Rive
Chapter 509 A hair's breadth away! The Poison Bodhisattva arrives gracefully, and the Dark Rive
Sikong Changfeng finally couldn't hold on any longer. He leaned on his spear, knelt down on one knee, and gasped for breath.
Wen Hujiu glanced at him, took out a small porcelain bottle from his bosom and threw it over: "Little Gun Immortal must be exhausted. That move, Dragon Transformation, was really cool. I could see it from ten miles away!"
Here, this is the Wen family's "Supplementing the Loss Powder." One night, you'll be as lively as ever!
Sikong Changfeng accepted it, clasped his hands in thanks, and said, "Thank you very much, Senior Wen!"
"Stop calling me senior, call me uncle, how could you forget again!" Wen Hujiu waved his hand, then looked at the collapsed gate of Tingyuxuan and clicked his tongue twice, "They beat you pretty hard, it'll cost a lot of money to repair this gate."
Baili Dongjun smiled wryly: "Uncle, please stop joking! Those guys from the Dark River came in under the guise of wine merchants, and even took the treasured 'Drunken Eight Immortals' wine from the Diaolou Xiaozhu to thank their teacher. I thought we might as well turn the tables on them... so..."
Wenhu tapped Baili Dongjun gently and laughed, "So you want to taste what the Drunken Eight Immortals wine tastes like, and whether it's as good as the wine you brewed yourself, right? You little glutton, I guessed right!"
Baili Dongjun shrugged: "That can only be one of the reasons, but to be honest, Master Xie's Drunken Eight Immortals is truly a masterpiece!"
Upon hearing this, Wen Hujiu's eyes lit up, and he put his arm around Baili Dongjun, asking with a grin, "Good nephew, that... that Drunken Eight Immortals, did you leave any for your uncle?"
Baili Dongjun turned to look at Sikong Changfeng: "You worthless wretch, is there any of that jar of Drunken Eight Immortals left?"
After taking the supplementary medicine from the warm wine, Sikong Changfeng's complexion improved considerably. He straightened up and said, "Hmm... if Imperial Censor Hu hadn't finished the rest, there should still be a few ounces left!"
Wen Hujiu was overjoyed upon hearing this: "Then what are we waiting for? Quickly, let Uncle have a taste! I've been traveling non-stop all this way, my throat is practically parched!"
Looking at the warm wine pot, Baili Dongjun felt both amused and helpless. He then led the wine pot up to Tingyu Pavilion.
Before going upstairs, he looked towards the direction of the City Lord's Pavilion and saw that the lights there had returned to normal, which put his mind at ease.
Then he looked towards the second floor of Tingyuxuan—Hu Bufei was still guarding the window. He waved to them as they went upstairs, indicating that they were all safe.
Thankfully, the night passed without serious incident.
But Baili Dongjun knew that since Anhe had made his move, he would not let it go.
Even greater storms are likely yet to come.
He gripped his longsword tightly, gazing northwards towards Tianqi, his eyes flashing with cold light.
Xiao Ruojin, is this your method?
Let's have some fun then.
Following his gaze, Wen Hujiu suddenly laughed: "What, you want to fight your way back to Tianqi?"
Baili Dongjun was silent for a moment, then slowly shook his head: "Not now. Grandfather and cousin have stationed troops in the southwest. Snow Moon City cannot be allowed to descend into chaos again!"
"At least you have some brains." Wen Hujiu patted him on the shoulder. "Let's go, let's clean up this mess first. We need to wake up all these unconscious guys before dawn and find out how they got poisoned!"
He paused, a sly glint in his eyes: "By the way... quickly take your uncle to try this newly brewed wine!"
The three chatted and laughed as they went upstairs. The night breeze carried away the stench of blood that permeated Snow Moon City.
The night finally calmed down.
……
The night was not yet over; thirty miles outside Snow Moon City, on a desolate mountain path.
Three figures moved swiftly through the forest; they were none other than the three from the Dark River—Su Zhe, Su Muyu, and Su Changhe.
Footsteps crunched over withered branches and fallen leaves, making a soft, rustling sound that was especially clear in the quiet night.
Su Changhe finally couldn't hold back any longer. He glanced back in the direction of Snow Moon City and lowered his voice, saying:
“Uncle Zhe, why did we retreat just now? Although Wen Hujiu came, the three of us working together might still have a chance of winning! Baili Dongjun just went through a major battle, and Sikong Changfeng is at his last gasp…”
"Innocent!"
Su Zhe suddenly stopped, turned around and glared at him, his goatee trembling in the night wind: "You think Wen Hujiu is just an ordinary Xiaoyao Heaven Realm cultivator? He is the young master of the Wen family in Lingnan, whose cultivation has already entered the Great Xiaoyao realm, not to mention his unparalleled skill in using poison!"
If he really wants to keep us here, I'm afraid none of the three of us will be able to leave tonight!
Su Changhe was taken aback by the rebuke, and said awkwardly, "But our mission..."
"Failure is better than losing our lives here!" Su Zhe took a deep breath and softened his tone. "The fact that Wen Hujiu has appeared means this mission has already failed. If we continue fighting, we won't even be able to leave!"
He paused, a complex look flashing in his eyes: "Besides... I shouldn't have attacked the Wen family."
These words came out of nowhere, leaving Su Changhe completely confused. Just as he was about to ask more questions, Su Muyu suddenly raised her hand and made a shushing gesture.
"Is someone following me?" Su Changhe instantly became alert.
Su Muyu shook her head, looked at Su Zhe, and said in a low voice, "No... Uncle Zhe, let's not talk about what happened back then."
Su Zhe gave him a deep look and sighed, "Mu Yu, you really did know..."
Su Muyu remained silent, only gripping the black umbrella in her hand tightly.
Su Changhe looked at this and then at that, full of questions, but dared not ask any more.
Although he was impulsive, he wasn't stupid—there was clearly a hidden story about the Wen family between Uncle Zhe and Mu Yu.
The three set off again, without exchanging a word the entire way.
At dawn, they finally left the territory of Snowmoon City. Ahead, the official road forked, one path leading north back to Tianqi, and the other east to Jiangnan.
Su Zhe stopped at the fork in the road, gazing north towards Tianqi, and after a long while said, "The mission failed. I'll deal with the patriarch."
It's understandable that Wenhu Jiu's interference caused the plan to fall through; he'll just face some punishment when he gets back... You two don't need to worry.”
Su Changhe opened his mouth, as if to say something, but in the end he only clasped his hands in a fist and said, "Uncle Zhe, then we..."
"You all return to the Jiangnan base first and wait for my news." Su Zhe waved his hand. "Remember, don't talk about the Snow Moon City incident to anyone. Especially the appearance of Wen Hujiu—I will report this to the patriarch myself!"
"Yes!" Su Muyu and Su Changhe replied in unison.
Su Zhe said no more, turned and stepped onto the path leading north, his slender figure quickly disappearing into the morning mist.
Su Changhe gazed in the direction where he had disappeared and finally couldn't help but ask, "Muyu, what exactly is the connection between Uncle Zhe and the Wen family? Why did you say 'we shouldn't have attacked the Wen family'?"
Su Muyu opened her black umbrella to shield herself from the brightening sunlight, her voice cold and clear: "There are some things you'd better not know."
He paused, then added, "Just remember, if you encounter the Wen family again, it's best to avoid them, so as not to put Uncle Zhe in a difficult position!"
Su Changhe was startled and wanted to ask more, but Su Muyu had already started walking east.
A morning breeze blows, bringing a chill to the distant mountains.
Su Changhe scratched his head and quickly followed, his mind in turmoil.
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