Chapter 255 - 116 The Way of the Martial Artist

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Chapter 255: Chapter 116 The Way of the Martial Artist——Ah? Not just An Jing, but Jing Xuan has also become a target? Hearing Granny Huai’s words, An Jing’s eyebrows shot up, and he almost wanted to laugh out of frustration, "Where did this Western Patrol Envoy come from, and why does he insist on making an enemy of me?" "Targeting An Jing isn’t enough, they have to go after Jing Xuan as well?" "Does he not know that behind Jing Xuan stands a True Master of the Divine Repository? Does he recognize Mingguang Dust or not?" "I’m afraid he does," Granny Huai sighed, "That’s why he’s targeting you." Oh. So that’s it, huh? It’s all because of my cheap master’s connections. An Jing was angry, but he understood right away that the Western Patrol Envoy probably had a bit of a clash or friction with Mingguang Dust in the past. He was just a pawn in their grudge. "An Jing, be very careful." Seeing that An Jing still seemed somewhat unconcerned, Granny Huai urged him with a heavy heart, "The Western Patrol Envoy is not like the Northern Patrol Envoy, he... he is a truly wicked person who has fallen into the path of the Evil Ghost Demon Dao, even a vicious god!" "Do you know why the Western Mountain is widely rumored to have a ’Ghost Carriage Demon Bird’ that kidnaps children at night? Do you know why the Divine Sect can repel Dust Li’s troops from the left and withstand Da Chen’s cleansing on the right?" "The ’Western Abyss Blood Phoenix’ has countless cruel followers under him, each one a madman with blood debts. Being targeted by them is definitely big trouble!" "I’m not underestimating them." An Jing shook his head, "On the contrary, I take them very seriously... It’s just that." He raised his hand and pointed to the sky, "Recently, Master has been with us all the time. Unless the Western Patrol Envoy comes in person to attack, otherwise, it doesn’t matter who comes." "That’s what I wanted to say," Granny Huai said earnestly, "According to the news I just received, the people of the Western Patrol Envoy have already entered Ming City. This group is all elite, probably no less formidable than those from the Chongyi Building." "They’re quite fast then." An Jing was truly surprised this time, "This isn’t cooperation, but a notification." No wonder Granny Huai, always composed, couldn’t help but come over to knock on the door directly—could it be that the Western Patrol Envoy’s people might have already arrived and could launch an attack at any moment? But it isn’t surprising... after all, the two sides might not be from the same camp. "Granny, please have a seat." Since the enemy might strike at any moment, An Jing straightforwardly invited the old lady inside to have tea and talk in detail, "I remember... you’re a person of the Northern Patrol Envoy, right?" "The Northwest is united, and we can govern each other, but yes, I can indeed be considered a person of the Northern Patrol Envoy," Granny Huai nodded, "Therefore, I’m not clear on the details of the Western Patrol Envoy’s personnel movements this time." "What about the South and the East?" An Jing, who theoretically came from the Heaven’s Will Demon Sect, found that he was very unfamiliar with the organizational details of the Demon Sect, and he asked curiously, "Are all the Patrol Envoys of the four directions at the Divine Repository level? How strong are the Western Inspector and the Northern Patrol Envoy respectively?" "There is no South and no East." Granny Huai hadn’t expected An Jing to be unaware of even this, but considering that An Jing had defected midway, she began to explain in detail, "The Divine Sect indeed has four Patrol Envoys, but the other two Envoys are the ’Sea Patrol Envoy’ and the ’Shadow Patrol Envoy’." "In actuality, ’Western Inspector’ and ’Northern Patrol Envoy’ are just terms of convenience. The official titles within the Divine Sect are ’Mountain Patrol Envoy’ and ’Wind Patrol Envoy’." "As for the Western Patrol Envoy, as far as I know, before he went into seclusion, he had already opened two of the three major Divine Repositories. Now that he has ended his seclusion, he has probably opened all three, on par with True Master Mysterious Mirror." "As for the Northern Patrol Envoy... Her strength in the past should have been no less than the Western Patrol Envoy’s, but the Western Patrol Envoy has never shied away from cannibalizing or appropriating Life Force to advance his cultivation quicker than her, so he has probably surpassed her by now." At this point, Granny Huai took a sip of tea, her expression bitter, "The Western Patrol Envoy’s favorite thing is to kill geniuses. He loves to find talented children and young geniuses, kidnap them to use as sacrificial objects in the Blood Formation, taking their Life Force for his cultivation..." "Hmm... another cannibalistic evil ghost, huh." An Jing closed his eyes, and after a while, he opened them and said calmly, "His followers, those cruel men, are they the same?" Granny Huai shook her head silently. An Jing knew that this did not mean ’no,’ but that Granny Huai also did not know. After all, she was just someone protected by the Northern Patrol Envoy; even though she knew more secrets of the Demon Sect than An Jing, it didn’t mean she was clear about the specific operations of the Demon Sect’s personnel. However, for An Jing, this was entirely enough. "It looks like they are all bastards deserving to die ten thousand times." An Jing nodded calmly, "Alright, I understand. Granny, do you know where the people under the Western Patrol Envoy are staying?" "I know... After Shu died, I was supposed to be the one to meet them," Granny Huai nodded, but she quickly grasped An Jing’s intention and exclaimed in alarm, "Wait, are you planning to take the initiative to strike?" "Of course." An Jing had already slung the Mysterious Iron long blade at his waist and looked back at her with some confusion. "Does Granny doubt my strength?" "Of course not." Granny Huai put the tea aside and said earnestly, "Although those villains all have Fate Patterns and are all of Inner Strength, at most they are on par with Lu Jin. They surely are no match for you." "It’s just that I know you do not wish to get involved with the Divine Sect. Why bother with this cause and effect? I just wanted you and Ruohui to hide for a bit. Wait till tomorrow when True Master Mysterious Mirror returns. He can take care of them himself. The Western Patrol Envoy won’t suspect anything, and you can relax and enjoy yourself." "Enjoy myself? Ha, tell the truth." Having put on the Bulletproof Rain Cloak, An Jing had no intention of deceiving Granny Huai and spoke frankly. "I’m just afraid that my cheap master might suddenly return." "If he makes a move, who is going to compensate me for the prey I miss out on?" The old woman was taken aback, while An Jing put on a poison-proof mask, his entire person concealed within the ordinary rain cloak and douli. A muffled voice sounded, carrying a bloody smile, "Granny Huai, I never shy from trouble, nor do I swallow grievances. Since they’ve come after me, I’ll go after them." "Tell me where they are staying, Granny." "I want them never to see tomorrow’s sun." A quarter of an hour later, a shadow leaped out of the Siheyuan as the old woman watched the scene. "Why bother with this?" she whispered to herself, yet she didn’t truly oppose it. If she had opposed it, she would never have told An Jing the location of the enemy. Just by enduring for one day, tomorrow Mingguang Dust would act to sweep clean the city, posing no threat and also giving a warning to the Western Patrol Envoy to retract his claws a bit, informing him that the Mysterious Mirror was here. But An Jing couldn’t even bear it for half a day. And such behavior... made Granny Huai feel an inexplicable sense of exhilaration, and she revealed a smile. "This is how it should be... That’s a Martial Artist." Perhaps, to be outstanding in one’s Fate Pattern and to have one’s thoughts unobstructed, one has to do things that seem irrational, incorrect, and mistaken in the eyes of ordinary people. Just like she was willing to pay the price, use up her spirit, and risk helping neighbors, saving the injured, and picking up people like Ruohui, who obviously brought great trouble. The stars above were sparse, the moonlight hidden behind the clouds. It was the perfect night for murder.

Chapter 255 - 116 The Way of the Martial Artist

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