The Ethereal Domains

Chapter 1518: Hit the Iron Board on the Head

Chapter 1518: Hit the Iron Board on the Head

Hit the Iron Board on the Head . . .

The old man from the Gray Parasol Sword Sect was surprised. He looked at Du Qingkuang, half-closed his eyes, and blandly said, "Well, I guess you are not that useless. However, it won't be difficult for us to break into the Monarch's Hall, will it? You are lucky, but nobody can always be lucky. You two should better get your a*s inside and speak to your master now. I must remind you that nobody is always lucky! You won't get a second chance!"

The old man seemed generous and nice, but deep in his heart, he was ready to kill!

Because of his power and his position in the martial world, he didn't want to lower himself to fight Du Qingkuang and the Old Worm!

Du Qingkuang and his partner, the Old Worm, were both experienced cultivators who had lived in the martial world for decades. Obviously, they wouldn't be threatened by the old man's words! The Old Worm was big and overweight like a fat worm, and that was why he was called the Old Worm.

The Old Worm was not happy to hear what the old man had said, so he disdainfully raised his head, rose up to the sky, and said, "People in the Monarch's Hall are brothers, and we will all be like monarchs in the world! You are unexpected and unpopular here. You have already committed a crime by attempting to break into our place! You should all be punished with death!"

People from the Gray Parasol Sword Sect were so angry that some of them were shaking.

'You named it the Monarch's Hall, and it is just a name, which seems to be smart, but truly is stupid! Do you really think you are all monarchs now?'

'You will all be like monarchs in the world, huh? Ignorant and disgusting! Unbelievable!'

'We are committing a crime, huh? Isn't it absurd?'

'We should be punished with death? Come on!'

'You guys are going to die, not us!'

"Well, since you don't want the chance we give you, we will send you to death!" The old man's eyes were full of cold lights. He didn't hide his murderous intent anymore.

Two elders of the Gray Parasol Sword Sect who were at Divinity Origin Stage made their attacks!

Du Qingkuang and the Old Worm were both experienced and capable cultivators, so they were capable of hiding their true capabilities. Besides, they were the two doormen here, so the men of the Gray Parasol Sword Sect wouldn't see them as two powerful cultivators. It was ridiculous that a Faery Origin Stage cultivator attacked a Divinity Origin Stage cultivator, so that young man got killed for a fair reason.

However, that kicking attack of Du Qingkuang had revealed his true power. A level-two Divinity Origin Stage cultivator wasn't weak, but not powerful enough to subdue the men of the Gray Parasol Sword Sect. Back to the days when Qiu Luo was at level four of the Divinity Origin Stage, he was captured and tortured for a long time. The Gray Parasol Sword Sect people figured out Du Qingkuang and the Old Worm's true power, so they sent two men who were powerful enough to start the fight. It wasn't just saying that nobody was lucky forever!

Du Qingkuang and the Old Worm were both fearless though. They laughed loudly and then went ready to attack.

Both were both experienced itinerant cultivators. Itinerant cultivators were good at seeking victory in a losing situation. They knew the two elders were stronger, but they did not cave. After all, power was not the only thing that decided the result of a fight!

While the two sides were going to crush in the fight…

"Stop!"

A voice sounded loud. A skinny man appeared in the sky, staring in the opposite direction with two cold eyes. The man blandly said, "If you want to make trouble in the territory of the Monarch's Hall, you should better ask for my permission."

It was Bu Xiangfeng!

Somewhere else, a huge shadow approached fast too.

It was Meng Youjiang.

Meng Youjiang was big and tall, but he was not a giant. The shadow was huge because he came with the one-hundred-feet Iron Soul Wood beam on his shoulder.

He thought that to fight with such a giant stick in a battle of various enemies, he could kill a lot with one strike!

One stick slashing down, he could smash a lot of enemies.

Meng Youjiang's wife did not have time to stop his foolish act, so she hastily followed him over. She didn't mind her husband killing people, but she didn't want him to kill people with the main girder of the house, because the blood would stain it. 'You must enjoy smashing people with that, but what do we do about that stained roof girder?'

'Are we going to live in that house or not?'

'Isn't it a stupid thing to do?'

"Who are these people? Why are they putting on such a big show?" Meng Youjiang frowned and asked Bu Xiangfeng.

He had a good reason to be surprised.

Looking at those men, Meng Youjiang was confused. 'That is it? These people? Are they really planning to attack the Monarch's Hall with these useless shrimps? Are they tired of being alive?'

The enemies were all revealing their true power because they were provoked by Du Qingkuang…

Meng Youjiang was definitely powerful enough to see their true cultivation levels clearly.

Among these men, the old man with a white beard was the most powerful one, but he was only at the first level of the Saint Origin Stage, almost level two. The rest of them were no higher than level eight of the Divinity Origin Stage. Some of them were level seven and level six of the Divinity Origin Stage, but most of them were at level three and level four. About thirty of them were at level three and level four. The others were all below the Faery Origin Stage…

Some were actually only level two… That was brave.

Meng Youjiang was so confused.

'Are they really not here to put on a show to congratulate the opening of the Monarch's Hall?'

'We have over four hundred Divinity Origin Stage cultivators who joined us yesterday!'

'Well, most of them were lower than level eight of the Divinity Origin Stage, but there are a lot of level five and level four. The weakest ones are level one of the Divinity Origin Stage… My wife, Bu Xiangfeng, and I are already level two of the Saint Origin Stage…'

'We have all reached the Divinity Origin Stage in the Monarch's Hall, except the Prime Master!'

'It is like playing a joyful game to fight a battle against some enemies like these! They should be thankful that we don't go to their place to make trouble, and how come they dare to come and mess with us?'

'This is ridiculous.'

'Are they really so eager to death?'

"They are people of the Gray Parasol Sword Sect." Bu Xiangfeng said, "I think I know why they are here… We have a brother, Qiu Luo… The prime master of the Gray Parasol Sword Sect liked Qiu Luo's wife…"

Bu Xiangfeng briefly told Meng Youjiang the background story, and then said, "That is how they became enemies. They came last time, but I kicked them out… I didn't expect their return… Poor guys… They are so unfortunate…"

"What a bunch of bastards! They deserve to die!"

Meng Youjiang's wife heard that those people had bullied another man and killed the man's wife, so she was furious. "Bastards of the Gray Sword Sect should all die and go to hell!"

Meng Youjiang was still confused. "Okay, I know why they come to make trouble now. What confuses me is that… Don't they know they should at least send some stronger ones? These people… Some of them are even weaker than our prime leader! What gives them the courage to come and challenge us?"

As he said so, Monarch's Hall people all twisted their mouths.

They were trying hard not to laugh out loud…

'Some of them are even weaker than our prime leader!'

That was such a stroke of genius.

There were all kinds of strange things in the world. There were things people hadn't seen, but there was nothing that would never happen!

Cha-Eun Xiao, the prime leader of the Monarch's Hall, was the weakest!

Meng Youjiang was so honest and frank that Cha-Eun Xiao was embarrassed when he just walked over. He felt like there were ten thousand alpacas carrying another ten thousand alpacas on its back howling across his head. That was weird…

'Damn it! How could you say that? Well, it is the truth… At least you can keep silent…'

Not everybody was delighted by Meng Youjiang's funny speech. The old man, who was the strongest on the Gray Parasol Sword Sect's side, was staring at Meng Youjiang. He frowned and said, "Are you… Please… Are you the owner of the Monarch's Hall?"

Meng Youjiang blandly said, "No. I work for the Prime Leader."

He wasn't lying, though. He was the head of the Department of Battle, but that was a temporary position for him. He did work for Cha-Eun Xiao, after all. Actually, everybody in the Monarch's Hall was working for Cha-Eun Xiao!

He then turned around, smiled, and said, "There he is, our Prime Leader."

The old man looked over and saw a young man casually walking over, who looked handsome.

That was a typical pretty young lord of some wealthy family.

The young lord was not so happy though. Apparently, he was mad about something.

The old man humphed and thought, 'Of course, he should be mad. We are here to attack them, and he should be pissed off…'

However, the truth was that Cha-Eun Xiao got mad because of what Meng Youjiang said. 'Some of them are even weaker than our prime leader!'

Cha-Eun Xiao was not happy about that!

He wanted to shout it out and tell everybody, 'I have reached an upper level last night! I am at level four of the Faery Origin Stage now!'

As he gave a second thought, he realized that to reach level four of the Faery Origin Stage didn't make him less like a powerless shrimp for the others, so he didn't say it out.

It was embarrassing. He decided to keep it to himself to console himself!

"The Gray Parasol Sword Sect?" Cha-Eun Xiao frowned and said, "What do you want?"

The old man blandly said, "What is your name, the Prime Leader?"

"Cha. What are you doing? What do you want, fiercely stepping on our doorsteps like this?" Cha-Eun Xiao said.

The old man looked at Cha-Eun Xiao from head to toe and finally felt relieved.

'I thought their prime leader should be some extremely powerful cultivator… Well, it turns out it is just a Faery Origin Stage cultivator…'

'They actually accept such a powerless shrimp to be their prime leader. Even though he has some capable followers, what could he actually do to threaten anybody in the world?'

"I am the prime elder of the Gray Parasol Sword Sect, Zhao Yifei." The elder slowly said, "I sent our men to come and ask for a favor, and I think you didn't forget it. This time, I am here in person. What I want is simple. I want justice for my disciples."

"Justice? Good! You surely need justice!" Cha-Eun Xiao humphed and said, "I wonder how do you want your justice, prime elder? Or what do you want me to do?"

Zhao Yifei said, "It is simple. First of all, give us Qiu Luo. He is the reason why things come to the current situation. We have to kill him. Second, whoever hurt my men should cut his own arm off. That's a small punishment though. Third, the Monarch's Hall should be dismissed, and this place should be taken over by our sect. These are three simple things that we want you to do as an apology to us. We will spare your lives, as long as you do as we say. You may get another chance to build your own sect after all!"

Cha-Eun Xiao blandly said, "How generous you are! You can actually turn black into white. Impressive! I do know more about your indelicacy and impudence. Just be honest with me. The Gray Parasol Sword Sect is holding the flag of justice to snatch us of our land shamelessly. Aren't you, dirty bastards?"

Zhao Yifei was old and cunning, but he was still angry when somebody exploded the contemptible mind in his head. He said, "You can enjoy your own imagination. No matter what circumstances in this world, who has the bigger fist has a say. Justice favors power!"

Cha-Eun Xiao laughed and said, "Tell me about it. Let me guess… Some elder of the Gray Parasol Sword Sect was kicked back in my place. When he went back to your sect, he wanted to take revenge, but he was too cowardly to do anything… Am I right? He reported it to the leadership of the sect, so now you are sent here, to take what you call justice. Am I right?"

"Well, when your sect comes to the City of Chaos, you realized that this city has become truly in chaos. You don't dare to mess with anybody in the city, and you can't take a tiny bit of land from others, because you are too weak. For about half a month, you have stayed in those houses in the north. Am I right?"

"You don't want to give up the opportunity, and that was when you luckily heard about the Monarch's Hall. You thought you were lucky because a great opportunity just knocked on your door. Am I right?

"You didn't dare to do anything reckless at the beginning, because you knew that you should try to know more about us before making further moves. You would come earlier if you got to know us well earlier. Am I right?"

"You came here today because you met the Brotherhood Alliance. Am I right?" Cha-Eun Xiao sneered and said, "They told you that the Monarch's Hall was built by a young man who was rich but weak, didn't they? Didn't they tell you that we are only a few men? They must have told you that they gave me the land purely because I gave them enough money, didn't they?"

"They told you that we can't survive this chaotic time without the protection of the Brotherhood Alliance, didn't they?"

"They must have told you that they wouldn't send anybody to help us. Am I right?"

"Aren't you excited? You are thrilled! Aren't you?"

"You went back home and gathered some men, and then you came to my place with an excuse seeking justice. Now, here we are. Am I right?"

"You believe that because we had a conflict in this place, you can come and do whatever you want for vengeance. Don't you?"

"You can't mess with any other force in the City of Chaos, but the Monarch's Hall is like a big fat slice of juicy meat on your plate. You are so excited about it, aren't you?"

"When you got the message, you gathered your men and came to take whatever you want from my Monarch's Hall. You want our place, don't you? That is what you are after. You didn't spend even one more second on a further investigation before you came, did you? You are just too excited to do it."

"Are you all thinking that you are blessed by the heavens? You think you are so lucky to have such a broad piece of land near your hands when you need a place in this city so much, don't you?"

"I know that other forces are watching us too, but we are under the Brotherhood Alliance's protection, so they don't dare to make any moves. They think they might piss the Brotherhood Alliance off if they attack us. However, my men gave yours a lesson in my place earlier, and you think that is a good reason for the Brotherhood Alliance to stay away, don't you?"

Cha-Eun Xiao spoke a lot, and it was all sneer.

The prime elder of the Gray Parasol Sword Sect, Zhao Yifei was awkward, but then he laughed viciously and said, "Kid, you are right. I won't deny it! I want this place!"

"If you are clever, you should leave right now! If you don't…"

His eyes flickered in cold light, and he said, "I don't think you will like what we are going to do to you."

Cha-Eun Xiao blandly smiled and said, "Bu Xiangfeng, you are the man who gave them a good lesson. They want you to cut your arm off! I think that is not too much anyway… After all, you hurt them so bad the other day…"

Bu Xiangfeng laughed and walked down from the sky. He blandly said, "Who wants my arm? It is easy. If you are good enough, if your blade is sharp enough, you can take my arm, and even my head!"

He laughed and said, "As long as you can cut my arm off, you can do whatever you want with it. You can piss on it, or you can boil it, eat it, and chew it."

Zhao Yifei was frightened. His face turned colorless.

His eyes were locking on Bu Xiangfeng's face. He was shaken up by the fear from deep inside his heart.

It was Bu Xiangfeng!

"Bu Xiangfeng… You… Are you the Farewell Sword?" Zhao Yifei asked.

He couldn't regret it more now.

He had heard that the Monarch's Hall had a powerful cultivator who was almost at the Saint Origin Stage…

He had hesitated, but after all, he was almost at level two of the Saint Origin Stage, which meant he should be stronger than the superior cultivator in the Monarch's Hall. However, now he knew that this superior cultivator was the Farewell Sword!

Fame mattered.

Bu Xiangfeng was the third most powerful man on the Itinerant Cultivator Power Ranking List. That wasn't a lie.

He was a horrible man!

Zhao Yifei wasn't weak, but compared to the famous Bu Xiangfeng, he was not powerful enough.

He had just said that the man who hurt his men should be cut an arm off!

Bu Xiangfeng was apparently the man who did it!

That was such an embarrassing moment for the old man.

Was it easy to cut an arm off Bu Xiangfeng?

A small punishment? Really?

He was going to be punished soon!

Bu Xiangfeng humphed and blandly said, "What does it matter? I am the man you want. My arm is here. Why don't you come and get it?"

Zhao Yifei looked so embarrassed. He chuckled and said, "Brother Bu, this must be a mistake…"

Bu Xiangfeng didn't even look at the old man. He looked at the sky and said loudly, "Brother Bu? Did you call me Brother Bu? Who do you think you are? A mistake? Why don't you make a mistake in the Hall of Returning Nature? Or maybe the Brotherhood Alliance? Why here? Why the Monarch's Hall? Is it really a mistake? I don't think you mean it!"

Zhao Yifei was sweating, and he bitterly smiled and said, "Brother Bu, well…"

A voice sounded from somewhere else. It sounded unhappy. "Bu Xiangfeng, do you have to talk that much? Really? Come on… I am telling you now. You better leave some of these guys for me to kill."

The others looked over and saw a man holding a one hundred feet long and ten feet huge thick beam in his hands. The man lifted the huge beam on the floor and looked around the people of the Gray Parasol Sword Sect. He was like a tiger looking at a bunch of sheep.

In his eyes, there was fierceness and hunger!

He didn't try to cover his eagerness for blood!

"That is… That…" Zhao Yifei only felt familiar but didn't recognize the man. Now, as he looked closer, he finally knew who he was, and he nearly passed out.