Chapter 150: Wind Thunder Valley Master!

Hmm?

With the golden bell no longer blocking it, Qin Shuo's Heavenly Wolf Divine Sense was restored once more, and he immediately sensed someone spying on him.

He turned his head to look, and saw a middle-aged man in a blue long robe, standing on a Thunder Eagle, holding a bow as tall as a person, gazing at him from afar.

"This bow?"

Qin Shuo's eyes were instantly drawn to it.

As an expert in archery, Qin Shuo could tell at a glance that this bow was extraordinary.

The bow stood as tall as a person, its body resembling two tightly entwined azure flood dragons, each dragon head biting one end of the bowstring, pulled taut to the limit.

The bowstring was as thick as a thumb, like the sinew of a flood dragon, dark and lustrous, exuding an ancient, savage, and desolate aura.

Perhaps because it was too far away, the Taotie Cauldron gave no indication of having detected ingredients.

But Qin Shuo knew for certain that this was an unparalleled divine bow.

Otherwise, it could not possibly have supported the Wind Thunder Valley Master in firing that heaven-shaking arrow.

"That is the Wind Thunder Subduing Flood Dragon Bow!"

Chijiao Heshang followed Qin Shuo's gaze toward the middle-aged man's great bow and explained:

"It is a Ten Thousand Forged Divine Weapon, capable of bearing divine power, the treasure that guards Wind Thunder Valley, not inferior to our Dalong Temple's Nine Dragon Zen Staff in the slightest."

"Ten Thousand Forged Divine Weapon?" Qin Shuo's eyes flickered with heat.

Though his Mysterious Iron Saber was of fine material, it was at best only Hundred Forged.

Ten Thousand Forged...

What kind of sight would that be?

Surely a single arrow could pierce his Mysterious Iron Saber as easily as shooting through paper silk.

"Is he coming over?"

As the thought arose, he saw the middle-aged man in the long robe stir his Thunder Eagle's wings and arrive in an instant.

"Liaokong Dashi!"

Nie Jinfeng leapt from the eagle's back, clasped his hands toward Chijiao Heshang, and said: "Thank you, Great Master, for your mighty aid. This favor, Wind Thunder Valley will remember."

"Nie Valley Master flatters me. In the face of demonic threat, how could there be any principle of seeing death and not saving?"

With the Demon King's threat gone, this old monk resumed his standard smile.

"According to my valley's disciples, those three Demon Kings seem to have come for this Qin Little Brother; I do not know if it is true or false."

Nie Jinfeng's gaze swept past Chijiao Heshang and fell upon Qin Shuo.

"It must be that Qin Shushi slew the Xiaoyue Yaowang, so that the demon sage Bai Ze sent these three Demon Kings to take revenge."

The old monk laughed and deflected the situation.

"Oh?"

Nie Jinfeng stared at Qin Shuo and said in a detached tone: "Demonic beings have always been cold-hearted by nature."

"These so-called Demon Kings, in private, are also locked in life-and-death struggles; how could they, for a mere Xiaoyue Yaowang, pursue across a thousand miles?"

"Furthermore, if the demon sage Bai Ze truly sought revenge, should he not first come to your Dalong Temple?"

"Why single out a youth for such hardship?"

"Then what do you say is the reason?"

Qin Shuo's face was expressionless, his tone cold and hard.

Though he had largely guessed why those three Demon Kings had pursued him across a thousand miles.

Yet the other party's tone, like that of an interrogator looking down on a prisoner, still made him quite displeased.

"Naturally, because after you slew the Xiaoyue Yaowang, you obtained from its body something that even the demon sage Bai Ze cannot ignore and must reclaim."

Nie Jinfeng's expression was indifferent: "Because of you, my Wind Thunder Valley disciples have died three."

"I do not know how Qin Brother intends to repay this debt."

"Hah, to add guilt—what need is there for words?"

Qin Shuo let out a cold snort, his tone hard and cold to the extreme.

"Valley Master Nie, this matter is indeed not Qin Shushi's fault."

The old monk hurriedly smoothed things over: "That Xiaoyue Yaowang brought disaster to the region; Qin Shushi slew demons with merit, rescuing over a hundred thousand lives in Heishui City. No matter why those three Demon Kings sought him, it should not be his fault."

"Then did my Wind Thunder Valley disciples die for nothing?"

Nie Jinfeng's voice suddenly turned cold, pressing and aggressive.

"Then how do you intend to respond?"

Though the person before him was a Martial Path Great Grandmaster, far beyond his current ability to oppose.

Yet since the other party had already pressed him to this point, if Qin Shuo did not resist now, then his martial arts would have been practiced in vain.

What did he seek in learning martial arts?

Was it not to avoid, as when he first came to this world, suffering oppression yet powerless to resist, from happening again?

Today, the three Demon Kings arrived together, already igniting a fire in his heart.

Now, being pressed by this Wind Thunder Valley Master, even a clay figure would have three parts of anger, let alone he who is not a clay figure.

"How?"

Nie Jinfeng's eyes flickered with cold light: "Naturally, blood debt must be repaid with blood."

Boom!

A fierce, lethal aura, as heavy as a mountain, as vast as the sea, exploded suddenly from Nie Jinfeng's body.

That terrifying pressure left the gray-clad monk staff-bearers separated by only a wall struggling to breathe, as if a great mountain weighed on their hearts, nearly bursting with discomfort.

"A mere hunter's son, dare you again and again slaughter my Wind Thunder Valley disciples—do you truly think Nie Jinfeng is a wooden clay idol?"

With this shout falling, Nie Jinfeng's aura almost climbed to its peak.

He was like an enraged mad lion, his eyes blazing, as if blue electric arcs were wandering over his body, his long robe fluttering without wind, his formidable aura terrifying.

Thud!

Outside the courtyard, a monk unable to bear this mountain-like, sea-like grandmaster's pressure went weak in the knees and sat down directly.

While those gray-clad staff monks gritted their teeth and struggled to persist, wanting to withstand Nie Jinfeng's grandmaster pressure head-on.

Qin Shuo's expression remained normal, as if unaffected by Nie Jinfeng's aura.

His physique and spirit far surpassed ordinary Condensing Truth Realm martial artists, enough to stand shoulder to shoulder with Refining Organs Realm experts.

This aura naturally could not overwhelm him.

"What's going on? Is the Valley Master going to make a move on that Qin-surnamed person?"

At the Wind Thunder Valley garrison, disciples sensed Nie Jinfeng's mountain-like imposing martial dao will and immediately exclaimed.

"Should have made a move earlier!"

"This Qin-surnamed person is too arrogant, having killed Xue City Lord without saying, and even ransacked Fu Prefecture Master's household, truly not putting our Wind Thunder Valley in his eyes at all."

"Exactly, I heard that because of him, Yue True Disciple almost got hacked to death by that madwoman. If not for the Valley Master's True Gang protecting his body, we Wind Thunder Valley would have lost a True Disciple."

"What?"

"This brat caused Yue True Disciple to suffer so terribly? No wonder the Valley Master is so furious."

A group of disciples chattered noisily, discussing heatedly.

As a True Disciple of Wind Thunder Valley, Yan Jueming's strength naturally was not inferior to Yue Shan's, so he heard clearly all the discussions of his junior brothers.

Only, his expression was somewhat strange.

Because before coming to Fengyang City, his master, namely the current Wind Thunder Valley Master Nie Jinfeng, had specially instructed him, if he encountered Qin Shuo in Fengyang City, he must remember not to start a conflict with him.

Originally he thought his master did not want to intervene in the grudge between Yue Shan's lineage and Qin Shuo, and thus offend the Demon Suppression Division.

Now it seems, it's not that simple, right?

Could it be that his master is worried I'll follow in Yue Shan's footsteps, so he specially warned me not to provoke that Qin-surnamed youth?

Thinking of this, Yan Jueming couldn't help but feel somewhat moved.

This master of his, his conduct has always been overbearing, even these close disciples of his, many are fearful of him.

Yet unexpectedly, his master still keeps us in mind?

For a moment, Yan Jueming was so moved he almost wanted to cry.

"Valley Master Nie, what do you intend to do?"

At this moment, Flying Star General Pang Tong led a group of Demon Suppression Division Captains to arrive outside the courtyard where Dalong Temple was stationed.

Dozens of Demon Suppression Captains said nothing, yet all gripped their sword hilts, standing ready in strict formation.

Pang Tong strode in with large steps and said in a deep voice: "Qin Brother is the Cloud Dragon Captain personally selected by Division Master Fu."

"Valley Master Nie, could it be that you think our Demon Suppression Division lacks a grandmaster to hold the fort, and you want to make a move on our Cloud Dragon Captain?"

While speaking, he had already strode into the back courtyard, his waist-long sword pressing down, preparing to draw his blade and fight to the death.

"Flying Star General of the Demon Suppression Division?"

Nie Jinfeng's gaze fell on Pang Tong, the latter's eyes unwavering, facing him squarely.

"Alas!"

Seeing both sides swords drawn and bows bent, with the posture of fighting at the slightest disagreement, the Barefoot Monk let out a soft sigh and said:

"Valley Master Nie, grant this old monk a thin face?"

"Your grudge with Qin Benefactor, this old monk originally did not wish to interfere."

"But Qin Benefactor inherited the robes and bowl of my Dragon Elephant junior brother, so he counts as half a disciple of our Great Dragon Temple."

"If Valley Master Nie insists on making things difficult for Qin Benefactor, this old monk can only spar with Valley Master Nie a little."

A brief silence.

In the end, Nie Jinfeng still restrained his aura and stepped onto the Thunder Eagle.

"In three months, I will let Yue Shan fight you to the death on the Life and Death Arena."

"By then, regardless of victory or defeat, your grudge with my Wind Thunder Valley will be wiped clean."

As the words floated away.

One person and one eagle had already gone extremely far.