Chapter 122 - Meeting Jiang Aijian Again
“I’ll contact Jiang Aijian immediately,” Little Yuan’er said.
Lu Zhou walked with his hands on his back as he returned to the Evil Sky Pavilion.
…
Shortly after being brought to the south pavilion, Zhao Yue regained consciousness. The familiar environment and memories returned to her immediately.
“Miss Fifth, y-you’re awake!” A female cultivator exclaimed in shock.
“I… What happened? Shouldn’t I be in the Cave of Reflection?” Zhao Yue asked in confusion as she struggled to sit up.
The Derived Moon Palace’s female cultivator next to Zhao Yue recounted what had happened earlier.
Upon hearing this, she asked incredulously, “You’re telling me that master broke the witchcraft Restriction for me?”
“You’ll have to pay for it then…”
“…”
Lu Zhou said indifferently, “This sword is extremely precious to the Evil Sky Pavilion, and yet, you just broke it. If you don’t pay for the damage, I’m afraid…” He left his sentence unfinished.
Mingshi Yin’s Separation Hook and Scabbard and Duanmu Sheng’s Overlord Spear flickered brightly at this moment.
Jiang Aijian gulped. He took a step back and waved his hand. “No, no, no. I’ll pay for the sword. I will. How much is it?”
Mingshi Yin smirked. “Do you think that it can be valued with money?”
“What would you have me do, then? Should I contact a craftsman to duplicate this sword?”
“That won’t do. We want this original wooden sword,” Mingshi Yin said.
Jiang Aijian tossed the remaining half of the wooden sword away. He dusted his hands and said, “I get it now. You tricked me, old senior. Let’s cut to the chase, shall we?”
Lu Zhou stood up and descended the stairs with his hands on his back. He walked up to Jiang Aijian and said, “This is what I like about dealing with intelligent people.”
“If I were intelligent, I wouldn’t have been tricked by you,” Jiang Aijian muttered to himself.
“Jiang Aijian, you used me numerous times to help you remove obstacles from the palace. You’re the first person who’s daring enough to behave in such an atrocious manner toward me.”
“…” Jiang Aijian’s expression changed. He took several steps backward.
At this moment, the Derived Moon Palace’s female cultivators stood in a row, blocking the entrance of the Evil Sky Pavilion.
At the same time, an old man whose hair and beard were white slowly walked into view from outside the great hall. As he moved, eight trigrams moved with him under his feet. The six huge scripts radiated with golden light as they circled him.
“Yun Sect’s Hua Wudao?” Jiang Aijian was on the verge of tears. He hastily waved his hand. “Old senior, t-this is all a misunderstanding!”
When Little Yuan’er saw this, she clapped her hands happily and said, “Quick, lock the doors! I’d like to see where he’s going to run to… Senior Brother, catch him and beat him to a pulp!”
“Oh, my dear aunt, I have no quarrels with you! Why do you have to do this? Why is there a need to use blades and swords?” Jiang Aijian said.
Lu Zhou said calmly, “Stand back, everyone.”
“Understood!” The Derived Moon Palace’s female cultivators returned to their original positions.
Mingshi Yin and Duanmu Sheng stowed their heaven-grade weapons away as well.
The ring of light on Hua Wudao’s body vanished instantly. He cupped his fists slightly at Lu Zhou and said, “Is this the cultivator who’s said to love swords to the bones and values a sword as much as his life, one of the three great Sword Freaks, Jiang Aijian?”
Jiang Aijian scratched his head sheepishly and said, “Those are all exaggerations… Merely exaggerations.”
Lu Zhou shook his head and said, “The name, Jiang Aijian, is only meant to conceal his own identity… Who would’ve thought that such an unbridled and uninhibited person is the Third Prince of the majestic Great Yan?”