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Chapter 88 Niugen Village
Chapter 88 Niugen Village
"Have you heard? Blood Blade Liang Chen invited Buddha Palm Victory Wan Song to the Tianmen Ruins for a final battle."
"They're just two juniors, no need to worry about them."
While resting at a teahouse, Sheng Wansong and his companions overheard the following conversation.
He looked at the two people who were having the conversation.
The messenger was a swordsman with a mole on his face, while the one who said "don't worry about it" was a martial artist with rough hands who practiced fist and foot techniques.
Both of them were mediocre in martial arts, barely qualifying as second-rate.
Sheng Wansong looked away, took a sip of herbal tea—it was a very coarse Tieguanyin.
Milk was difficult to preserve in ancient times; otherwise, a milk tea shop would have taken away all the business from these tea houses.
Ouyang Xue, standing beside her, looked surprised and asked softly, "It's clearly a private match, how did it become so widely known?"
Sheng Wansong took only a sip to moisten his throat before putting down his teacup. "This time, it's probably Liang Chen who spread the news himself."
"He only has three years left to live, and this is likely the last battle of his life."
"This move is both to ensure a fierce battle under the spotlight and to force me to accept his challenge."
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Shangguan Hong pondered, "Liang Chen is a man of all kinds of strange and unusual skills. I wonder if he has prepared some strange methods this time."
She had never been to the Sword Appraisal Competition, but whenever Sheng Wansong's great achievements were mentioned, An Lan would talk endlessly, wishing she could describe in detail the curve of every strand of Sheng Wansong's hair and how many buttons were on his clothes.
Therefore, she had a fairly good understanding of the situation at the time.
The reason for using "still counts" is that An Lan always glosses over Liang Chen's situation with just a sentence.
She was still young and didn't know that praising the enemy first would better highlight her master's skill.
"When soldiers come, generals will block them; when water comes, earth will dam it."
Sheng Wansong didn't care at all what methods Liang Chen would use.
It's more like the more the better.
It's unfair to let a child fight a strongman. The gap between him and Liang Chen is even greater than that. It would be unfair not to let the other party use any special moves.
After finishing their tea, they continued on their journey.
Upon arriving at the next post station, they heard news of Liang Chen again.
"Blood Blade Liang Chen stormed the Golden Island Gate in Luoyang and with three strikes, he severed the dominant hand of the invincible Golden Blade Wang Yuanba."
"You're outdated. They're using the Death Blade now, and have long since shelved the Blood Blade."
The invincible Golden Saber Wang Yuanba, the swift-knife Li Youzhi, the domineering swordsman Song Que... Along the way, Liang Chen's legend spread far and wide. He challenged renowned sword masters everywhere, winning every battle cleanly and decisively, never suffering a defeat.
What was originally a match that few people cared about has become increasingly heated thanks to Liang Chen's efforts.
In slightly larger cities, betting odds are set up to determine whether Wan Song can maintain his winning streak or Liang Chen will finally avenge his previous defeat.
Sheng Wansong caught a glimpse of Shangguan Hong entering a chain gambling den called Chang Le Fang, and when she came out, she had two receipts in her hand.
"Whom did you bet on to win?"
Shangguan Hong unfolded the receipt and, sure enough, there was a red stamp under Sheng Wansong's name.
The stakes weren't high, just ten taels of silver.
The odds are based on the invoice.
The odds for winning against Wan Song are 1.3, indicating that the casino is now more optimistic about Liang Chen.
An Lan muttered, "They're definitely going to lose everything!"
Ouyang Xue, fearing that Sheng Wansong might be concerned, also spoke up to comfort him.
"Since the Sword Appraisal Tournament, Young Master Sheng has been quiet, and no one knows that you were the one who defeated the Xuanbing Demon in the capital."
"On the contrary, Liang Chen is currently riding high, and the casinos, with their short-sightedness, naturally favor him more."
Thinking back to when she followed Sheng Wansong off the island, she was helpless. She had to compromise to cure the Gu poison. Unconsciously, her attitude had changed drastically from the beginning.
Even when treating the Gu poison every night, her brows showed a hint of allure in addition to shyness.
Subtle influence is a truly terrifying thing.
Sheng Wansong smiled nonchalantly at the two of them, telling them that he didn't care.
"A lion will not bare its fangs at a mantis; only the weak need to constantly issue challenges."
Liang Chen seeks out challengers everywhere because he is a challenger.
But Sheng Wansong was the one being challenged.
Shangguan Hong glanced at him. If she really didn't care at all, she wouldn't have said those words.
As the four men moved away from the capital, chaos gradually emerged.
The roadside is littered with the skeletons of those who starved to death; the fields are overgrown with weeds and long abandoned; and some villages are deserted, with traces of blood still wet on the ground.
Was it done by a human? Or by a demon?
There is no difference.
When a person dies, that's all.
Sheng Wansong stopped in his tracks. At his feet lay a skeletal human skeleton, which had only recently died, with maggots moving in and out of its empty eye sockets.
Sheng Wansong flicked his finger, creating a deep crater in the ground. Before the soil hit the ground, he used his internal energy to push the corpse into the crater, and then the soil fell down to bury the body.
Without stopping for a moment, they laid an unidentified corpse to rest in peace.
How many is this? Sheng Wansong didn't keep track of the number.
After traveling for several days, they passed through a remote village. As night fell, they decided to stop there and rest for the night.
The village was very dilapidated.
Welcome to Niugen Village!
Upon learning that the group were travelers from afar, the village chief greeted them with a warm smile.
He led the group to the center of the village. "Fellow villagers," he said, "after many years, we are fortunate to once again be able to host a group of distinguished guests."
The village chief tried to lift up Katsumansong's hand, but Katsumansong dodged it.
He withdrew his hand subtly and continued speaking to the villagers, "What should we do when distinguished guests arrive?"
"I'm going home to slaughter the ox I use for farming!"
"I'm going to slaughter a pig!"
"I have wine aged for over ten years on my family's land!"
"You bastard Wang Wu, last time I visited you you said you didn't have any wine at home!"
My daughter is twelve years old!
The villagers chattered amongst themselves, some even banging gongs and drums.
Everyone was beaming with joy, even happier than during the Lunar New Year.
Ouyang Xue was at a loss due to the excessive enthusiasm. "Village Chief, we need to rest for the night. There's no need for such a large commotion."
The village chief shook his head repeatedly, "Our Niugen Village has been known for its hospitality since ancient times. Guests, please look forward to tonight's feast!"
He and the villagers left together, eager to get started and ready to make a big splash.
Meanwhile, an elderly woman in her fifties led the way, saying, "Guests, please follow me."
Upon arriving at their destination, they were surprised once again.
Unlike the dilapidated villages, the guesthouses that hosted them were more luxurious than hotels in big cities, with clean and spotless rooms.
Shangguan Hong quietly approached and whispered, "Young Master Sheng?"
"It's not an illusion, nor is there any demonic aura; it's just that someone cleans it every day."
The old woman prepared a room for everyone, including young Anlan.
Even Ouyang Xue, who had no experience in the martial arts world, felt something was wrong and became uneasy.
Only Sheng Wansong and An Lan seemed indifferent.
Sheng Wansong said softly, "Since we're here, let's make the best of it."
I wasn't concerned about the daughter the villager mentioned; I was simply curious to see what these people were up to.
If there were monsters causing trouble in the village, it would be impossible to hide it from his eyes.
If it weren't for evil spirits at work, why would they do something so wasteful?