Chapter 33: Night of retribution

Chapter 33: Night of retribution

  "One thousand taels!"

  "One thousand two hundred taels." Gu Changsheng, too lazy to argue, raised the bid by two hundred taels of silver, determined to win.

  The man hesitated for a long time and finally gave up helplessly. A thousand taels or more for a book on disguise was not worth it to him.

  The Qingyao Disguise Technique fell into Gu Changsheng's hands smoothly. For him, it was worth the cost. It didn't matter if it was a few hundred taels more or less.

  While the Gu's old prescription could change a person's appearance, Qingyao's method achieved disguise by altering and controlling a person's bones.

Combining the two brought double the happiness.

  There are maids busy walking between the tables and chairs.

  Hundreds of warriors are seated here.

  Among them, there are probably a dozen warriors with names.

  But Gu Changsheng doesn't know any of these people.

  Although he doesn't know others, others know him.

  Wanderer in the flowers, Lin Dong!

  There is no doubt that this is another vest of Gu Changsheng.

  Lingering in Red Sleeves for half a year had become a significant pastime in Qingmo City.

  The young warrior who had bid against him for the Qingyao Disguise Technique raised his wine glass towards Gu Changsheng, signaling respect.

  Gu Changsheng was stunned for a moment, then he understood what this person meant. The highest bidder wins at the auction, and there is no grudge between the two.

  A cup of clear wine can make all the grudges disappear.

  If you meet a petty person, you may be remembered.

  But Gu Changsheng didn't take it seriously at all.

  He was still very broad-minded.

  If someone doesn't offend me, I won't retaliate. If someone does, it depends on the situation. Should I wait for them to die of old age and then dance on his grave, or kill their whole family!

  He raised his wine glass and clink it with the man in the air.

  But when he put it to his lips, Gu Changsheng didn't drink the wine. When

you go out, you must be on guard against others.

  Especially at gatherings held by martial arts sects. It is often the time when things are prone to go wrong.

  After the celebration held by the Qingcheng Sect, nothing unexpected happened. The entire auction concluded peacefully.

Gu Changsheng had put three hundred-year-old herbs on auction to ensure he could secure the Qingyao Disguise Technique.

  So, in addition to the Qingyao Disguise, there were also a few remaining silver notes worth about 100 taels, which were also put into Gu Changsheng's pocket.

  ...

  The Qingcheng Sect is not in Qingmo City, but on a mountain not far outside the city.

  This whole mountain is the place of the Qingcheng Sect.

  Just after walking out of the gate, Gu Changsheng's eyes were very subtle.

  "Isn't it good to be alive?"

  He sighed inwardly. Why do people always think he is easy to bully?

  He should ask himself this question.

  If he weren't so cowardly and revealed some of his strength, who would be crazy enough to attack him?

  But can a trump card be exposed casually?

  If it's exposed, can it still be called a trump card?

  Gu Changsheng kept walking, pretending to be unaware and continued on his way.

  Not long after, two figures appeared in front of him.

  "Please stay, sir!"

  The two men blocked his way, and one of them looked at him and said with a smile.

  "Alas..."

  Gu Changsheng sighed faintly, what a pity.

  The Qingcheng Sect, which has been passed down for three hundred years, is facing the threat of extinction!

  His eyes became very sharp in just an instant.

  A lion fights a rabbit with all its strength.

  Why waste time talking to these two dead men?

  After a few breaths, this brief skirmish in the wilderness came to an end.

It can be said that these two individuals were the strongest Gu Changsheng had encountered since he began his journey.

Two third-rate warriors!

Although they were swiftly dispatched by his finger-flicking technique, the message was clear: the enemy's intent was evident.

Those who seek to harm others will meet their end.

He had warned that holding such celebrations often invites trouble.

  "Qingcheng Sect."

  Gu Changsheng looked back at the mountain behind him, whose outline could still be seen faintly, with a calm look and a soft whisper.

  ...

  It was a dark and windy night, the perfect time for killing.

A figure wrapped in black clothes blended seamlessly with the night.

With a light step, the man moved swiftly between the trees and houses on the mountain, seeming weightless.

  The bustle during the day seemed to have not yet ended.

  Although the guests had left, the lights were still on.

  Or maybe it was because the two people did not return.

  It aroused the vigilance of Qingcheng Sect.

  But it didn't matter.

  As a first-class warrior, he could effortlessly dominate any opponent. His mastery of a near-perfect light skill made him formidable.

Could anyone in the Qingcheng Sect hope to challenge him?

  Gu Changsheng didn't think so.

  Under the night, in the brightly lit courtyard.

  Several famous warriors of Qingcheng Sect were sitting together and talking about something.

  Gu Changsheng just watched from a distance, and did not rush up to confront them.

  Adjust your breath and hide in the darkness.

  This night, the time for killing has come kill!

  "Master, why haven't Junior Brother Wang and the others come back yet? Did something unexpected happen?"

  A middle-aged warrior couldn't help but ask.

  "Shut up!"

  The head of Qingcheng Sect glared at him and immediately told him to shut up.

  "Lin Dong, the wanderer in the flower house, is merely a third-rate warrior, indulging in the brothel all day long. What formidable skills could such a person possess? Perhaps they were delayed by other matters..."

  As he spoke, the leader of the Qingcheng Sect himself sounded uncertain.

He couldn't shake off his doubts.

Who would go out to rob and fail to return after such a long time?

  Generally, a situation like this would only happen if something unexpected happened.

  But...

  With only a third-rate warrior, he could take two third-rate warriors of the same level?

  He didn't quite believe it!

  Just as the leader of the Qingcheng Sect frowned and pondered, he suddenly felt a profound sense of crisis. He swiftly dodged without hesitation.

Not only he, but also a second-rate warrior sitting nearby, did the same.

However, as they dodged, several invisible needles came at them swiftly in the thick of the night.

  Upon hearing several sounds of bodies hitting the ground behind them, they were startled.

This single move surpasses their capabilities by far.

It's evident that the newcomer is at least a second-rate perfect warrior.

  Or...

  first-rate!

  Just as he landed, several silver needles were already aimed at him.

With no way to dodge, he could only adjust and let the silver needles pass through a less critical part of his body.

"Your Excellency..."

  Enduring the pain, the leader of Qingcheng Sect wanted to say something.

  But Gu Changsheng didn't mean to pay attention to them at all.

  He was walking in the night in a black robe, and on both sides of his clothes were two large pouches.

  They were densely packed with poisonous silver needles.