Chapter 106 Haotian Sect in Desperate Situation! Qian Daobai Arrives at Their Doorstep!
"Well done."
Receiving praise from her master made Qian Renxue happier than receiving accolades from the world.
"People from the Haotian Sect..."
Qian Renxue asked, her tone carrying a hint of barely perceptible concern.
"It's all resolved."
Qian Daobai's answer was as concise as ever.
Upon hearing this, Qian Renxue finally felt relieved.
But what she cared about was never the life or death of the Haotian Sect.
She strode forward, her gaze scrutinizing Qian Daobai as if trying to find even the slightest wound.
"Master, are you injured?"
Her voice betrayed her nervousness.
"I'll send someone to summon the imperial physician right away..."
"No need."
Qian Daobai raised his hand, stopping her from doing anything further.
He looked at his disciple calmly, his tone indifferent.
"They're just a bunch of chickens and dogs; they can't hurt me."
He paused, then continued.
"However, two mice escaped."
Qian Renxue was relieved. As long as her master was alright, everything was fine.
"Should Xue'er send someone to hunt them down?"
"I've already sent someone to follow them."
A thousand cypress trees line the road.
"They fled to the southwest."
A moment later, a man in black, belonging to the Spirit Hall's Intelligence Department, appeared in the study like a ghost and knelt on one knee.
"Reporting to my lord, the target has been confirmed. They have entered... the City of Slaughter."
"The City of Slaughter?"
Qian Renxue frowned slightly.
She had seen this name in the Spirit Hall's top-secret files.
It was a lawless land, a paradise for the fallen, and a gathering place for all the evils of the continent.
"Okay, you can go now."
Qian Daobai waved his hand.
"yes."
The man in black transformed into a phantom image once more and vanished.
Qian Daobai's gaze deepened.
The City of Slaughter... Tang Chen.
The peerless Douluo who was once on par with my grandfather Qian Daoliu entered that place after being defeated by my grandfather by half a move, seeking the path to godhood.
Although rumors circulated that he had already perished, Qian Daobai knew that he had merely been corrupted by the evil thoughts of the Rakshasa God and transformed into a puppet who only knew how to kill.
Tang Hao is dead, Tang Xiao has been eliminated, and the Haotian Sect exists in name only.
But as long as Tang Chen, this ancestor, is still alive, the flame of the Haotian Sect will not be completely extinguished.
Those two minor characters who escaped must have wanted to awaken their ancestors.
Rather than waiting for trouble to come knocking, it's better to nip it in the bud.
"I'm going to the Killing City."
Qian Daobai made a decision.
Upon hearing this, Qian Renxue spoke almost without hesitation.
"Master, I'll go with you."
Her eyes were resolute.
On the one hand, she was genuinely worried about her master going to such a dangerous place alone.
On the other hand, she also had some selfish motives.
Ever since Ning Rongrong became a disciple, she has always intentionally or unintentionally found various excuses to hang around in front of her master.
How could those little thoughts possibly escape her notice?
She didn't want to be left alone in the empty palace, watching others fawn over her master.
Qian Daobai glanced at her, seemingly seeing through her thoughts, but did not point it out.
"Um."
He responded.
"Once the government affairs are arranged, we will depart tomorrow."
"Yes, Master!"
A bright smile appeared on Qian Renxue's face.
...
A small town on the outskirts of the Killing City.
The only building in town was a dilapidated tavern.
Inside the tavern, the light was dim and the air was filled with a strange smell of cheap alcohol, sweat, and blood.
Tang Long and Tang Hu were sitting in an inconspicuous corner.
Their wounds, after simple bandaging, had stopped bleeding, but their faces remained deathly pale.
The blow of their sect's destruction made them look more than ten years older than their actual age.
"Big brother, do we really... want to go in?"
Tang Hu looked at the glass of liquid on the table, which smelled faintly of blood, and his voice trembled slightly.
This drink, called "Dew of the Underworld," is the ticket to enter the Killing City.
Drinking it means bidding farewell to the past and embarking on a path of no return.
Do we have any other options?
Tang Long gave a bitter laugh, his eyes filled with unyielding hatred.
"The sect leader is dead, the elders are dead, all the fellow disciples are dead!"
"We are the last hope of the Haotian Sect!"
He picked up his glass and, without the slightest hesitation, drank it all in one gulp.
A spicy yet sweet-smelling liquid slid down my throat, like a fire burning in my chest.
"We're going in not just to find our ancestors."
Tang Long put down his cup, his eyes turning fierce.
"The Killing City is a place that even the demon cannot control. As long as we stay inside, we are safe."
"We must survive here and grow stronger! Until one day, we can avenge our sect leader with our own hands!"
Inspired by his elder brother's resolute decision, Tang Hu also picked up his wine glass and downed it in one gulp.
The two exchanged a glance, supported each other, and walked into the passage leading to hell deep inside the tavern.
Shortly after they left.
"Squeak—"
The tavern's dilapidated wooden door was pushed open once again.
Two figures walked in, one after the other.
Leading the way was a young man dressed in black with an outstanding demeanor.
Following behind him was a woman wearing a cloak, whose face was obscured.
It is a thousand cypress trees and a thousand feet of snow.
Their arrival instantly silenced the noisy atmosphere in the tavern.
All eyes were on them.
Especially Qian Renxue.
Although she concealed her stunning beauty with a cloak, her innate noble air and flawless figure seemed completely out of place in this dirty and chaotic place.
It was like a pure snow lotus falling into a filthy swamp.
In the eyes of the desperados in the tavern, greed and desire gleamed without any attempt to conceal their true nature.
The bartender was a middle-aged man with a sinister face. He wiped the greasy glasses and pushed two glasses of "Yellow Spring Dew" onto the bar.
"If you want to go in, then drink it."
"Or, prove your qualifications in another way."
His voice was hoarse and dry.
Qian Renxue lifted a corner of her cloak and glanced at the murky, disgusting liquid in the cup. Her beautiful brows immediately furrowed tightly.
A strong sense of disgust rose from the bottom of my heart.
Qian Daobai noticed her unusual behavior.
He reached out and gently pressed down on the wine glass in front of Qian Renxue.
"No need to drink."
His voice wasn't loud, but it reached the ears of everyone present clearly.
"I'll take you in; just stay by my side."
There was a moment of silence in the tavern, followed by a burst of uproarious laughter.
"Hahaha! What did this kid say?"
A burly man with a face full of scars slammed his fist on the table, laughing so hard that tears were almost streaming down his face.
"He thinks he can get into the Killing City without drinking the Yellow Springs Dew? Who does he think he is? A god?"
(End of chapter)