Chapter 212 - The Old Beggar
Chapter 212 The Old Beggar
The others were slightly startled that Hua Wudao would make an oath on his life. It was true that he came from Yun Sect, but Hua Yuexing was from the Luo Sect. After Yun Tianluo founded his sect, it was gradually split into the Yun, Tian, and Luo Sects. They had a certain degree of enmity between themselves. Since they came from the same line, it was natural that he would speak up for her. However, it was strange that he would make an oath on his life for someone whom he had only met a few times.
“Elder Hua, what’s your relationship with Hua Yuexing?” Duanmu Sheng asked. Based on his question, it was clear he found it too coincidental that both of them shared the same last name.
Hua Wudao shook his head. “I have no ties with her… Please investigate this thoroughly, Pavilion Master!”
Lu Zhou stroked his beard and said indifferently, “Elder Hua, I have no wish to find out about your relationship with her. If Hua Yuexing wants to join the Evil Sky Pavilion… Very well, I’ll give her a chance…”
Hua Wudao was delighted to hear this. Before he could even express his gratitude, Lu Zhou said again, “… If she can bring me the head of any cultivators with Three-leaf or above who have laid siege on the Golden Court Mountain. If she’s successful, she may join the Evil Sky Pavilion.”
“…” Hua Wudao was stunned speechless. “Uh… uh…” His expressions had turned grim as well.
Duanmu Sheng snorted and said, “I knew you’re not completely loyal… If she can’t even do that, how can she join the Evil Sky Pavilion?”
Duanmu Sheng dragged Zhu Honggong out of the great hall. “Ding! Disciplining Zhu Honggong. Reward: 200 merit points.”
There was no problem with disciplining Zhu Honggong, but Lu Zhou had to think of a way to discipline the remaining three rascals.
After a while, Lu Zhou slowly rose to his feet. It was time for him to study the Sky Fragments. At this moment, Little Yuan’er came running into the great hall. “Master!”
“What’s the matter?” Lu Zhou asked, puzzled.
Little Yuan’er pointed at the beggar outside of Evil Sky Pavilion. “This old beggar is stubbornly refusing to go away! Even Hua Yuexing has left… He wants a sip of wine no matter what.”
Zhao Yue was puzzled. “Little junior sister, Golden Court Mountain isn’t a place where anyone can enter as they please. Quickly throw him out!”
“I did! But he came back in!”
“He came in?” Zhao Yue asked incredulously.
“I found him strange so I brought him here to meet you, master!” Little Yuan’er said.
Golden Court Mountain’s barrier was formed by unique Formations. Even the Formations of the ten great sects of the Noble Path could not compare with Golden Court Mountain’s barrier. How did an old beggar breach the barrier?
They could not take this matter lightly.
When Lu Zhou heard this, he walked down the steps with his hands on his back and left the great hall.
Outside the Evil Sky Pavilion.
The old beggar was lying on the limestone floor. He gazed lazily at the sun in the skies and occasionally mumbled, “Wine… I want more wine…”
“That’s him!” Little Yuan’er pointed at the beggar who was lying on the floor.
Lu Zhou stopped when he was close enough. His gaze fell on the old beggar.
Name: Pan Litian
Race: Human
Cultivation base: Nulled.
Lu Zhou remained silent as he mulled over this matter.
When Yunsan was at the Clarity Sect, it was under attack by the Nether Sect. Their sect master, Mo Qi, and their elite, You Hongyi, were both grievously wounded. It was likely that the Clarity Sect would disappear from this world in the near future. He had always wondered where Pan Litian had disappeared to…
The mysterious elite of Clarity Sect, an expert from the same generation as Fan Xiuwen, disappeared overnight. Nobody knew where he went. Lu Zhou truly did not expect such a person to show up in the Evil Sky Pavilion.
The old beggar who had been waiting for a long time exhorted, “Quick… Quick… I’ve been waiting for my wine all day…”. “You old geezer, see if I don’t personally throw you down the mountain,” Little Yuan’er said as she raised her Nirvana sash.
“Little girl, it’s not good, not good… to be this fierce…”
Little Yuan’er gritted her teeth in annoyance as he repeated those words. She was about to leap into action when Lu Zhou raised his hand to stop her. He said, “Bring some wine.”
“Huh?”
Little Yuan’er and Zhao Yue were taken aback by this.
‘Master is treating an unknown old beggar with kindness?’
“Yes, master…” Zhao Yue bowed slightly and went to the north pavilion.
A short while later, Zhao Yue led two female cultivators who carried two jars of wine.
“Wine, wine, wine…” Pan Litian’s nose was as sharp as a dog’s. When the wine jars were getting close, he picked up the scent of alcohol.
Zhao Yue placed the wine jars at Pan Litian’s side and retreated respectfully.
Pan Litian seemed invigorated as he straightened up immediately. He squinted his eyes as he looked up and said with a chuckle, “You… You’re the master of the Evil Sky Pavilion?”
Lu Zhou did not reply to him. Instead, he pointed at the wine jars on the ground and said, “The Evil Sky Pavilion’s wine. It’s been kept for a century.”
Pan Litian’s eyes widened and brightened at once. He lifted the wine jar and sniffed the opening. “Good wine! This is good wine!”
“Would you like to have a taste?”
“Yes, yes… I’d love to!”
“That’s great.”
Lu Zhou moved closer toward Pan Litian and said, “You knew this is the Evil Sky Pavilion, and yet, you’re bold enough to trespass?”
Pan Litian uncapped the jar and drank a few mouthfuls. A satisfied expression appeared on his face as he said, “I know… but this old life of mine is worthless. I don’t… don’t care…”
‘Worthless?’ Lu Zhou did not expose him. Instead, he asked curiously, “You have no cultivation base, how did you breach the barrier?”
“I have no idea… I’m only an ordinary beggar! I know nothing about barriers…” Pan Litian played dumb.
Lu Zhou sighed as he shook his head and said, “The greatest elite of the Clarity Sect… I don’t know if I should be happy that you’ve fallen so low.”