Chapter 3129: Hong Zun, there's no need to be like this

Watching Wang Tieshu rub his neck while step by step approaching him, Hong Zun kept retreating, the expression on his face growing increasingly fearful.

"No, why is your face so red? Stop, don't come over, why are you taking off your clothes?"

"Wang Tieshu, calm down a bit."

"Hong Zun, I'm hot."

"You you you…… don't come over yet, I'll think of a way."

"Hong Zun, I'm hot, I'm coming."

"Wang Tieshu, you dare……"

Wang Tieshu grabbed him in one hand, then strode toward the room, and Hong Zun was completely frightened silly.

He struggled desperately, but under Wang Tieshu's iron palms, his struggle appeared feeble and powerless.

When he was finally brought into the room, all that could be seen was Hong Zun tears streaming down his face.

"Wang Tieshu, let me go; if you dare do anything to me, I will never forgive you in this lifetime."

Then came a muffled thud of the door closing.

Meanwhile, inside Xu Jie's Dong Fu, Zhao Zhengping, Liu Shuang, Lu Youyou, and Wang Yao gathered together.

All that could be seen was Xu Jie speaking with a proud expression.

"Just a Sect Master of the River and Mountain Sword Sect, wanting to fight me, Xu San, and still wanting to settle things—I, Xu San, will give it; does he dare to accept?"

Inside the main hall, Xu Jie had won a complete victory; after listening to his vivid narration, Liu Shuang asked lightly.

"Did you really poison the master's Nine Heavens Bright Moon?"

"Of course; when putting on a show, you go all out—you can't lose the big picture over small details."

"What poison did you use?"

"It's that powder the Pill Hall recently developed; I just casually dumped it in— as long as it can be detected as poisonous, that's fine."

"The newly developed powder from the Pill Hall? You mean the one meant for those innate demon races to eat?"

"Yes."

"Nothing will go wrong, will it?"

"What could happen? The master knows it's poisonous."

Xu Jie wasn't worried at all; hearing this, the others also silently nodded, saying that's right—the master clearly knows the wine is poisonous, so he surely wouldn't stubbornly drink it.

After a silent night, early this morning the entire Divine Sword Hall bustled into action; today is the day the Sword Immortal Assembly is held.

Numerous Divine Sword Hall disciples, following the hall's orders, each performed their duties in an orderly manner.

The main martial arena had already been freshly decorated; it's clear that the entire Dao One Immortal Sect places great importance on this Sword Immortal Assembly.

By then, it's said that other hall masters and elders will come to watch, including the strong ones from the Heavenly Palace.

The standards are certainly not low.

And as a key figure in this assembly, Hong Zun was at this moment in his Dong Fu room, face darkened, with two lines of clear tears silently streaming down the corners of his eyes.

Here it comes again—damn, it's happening once more.

He glared ferociously at Wang Tieshu, who was swiftly getting dressed, his teeth grinding together.

Having dressed properly, Wang Tieshu turned his head to glance at Hong Zun, grinning widely, his voice booming like a great bell.

"Hong Zun, you know me—if you ever need this, there's no need to go through all this; I've always been yours."

"Get lost."

A sword blade shot out from the room; Wang Tieshu laughed loudly and went out, head held high.

"Haha, Hong Zun, I will definitely not embarrass you today."

Wang Tieshu only felt refreshed and invigorated, while Hong Zun seemed to have been drained of all his vital essence.

Only after Wang Tieshu had completely disappeared from sight did he belatedly realize.

"What did she just say? What's this about not embarrassing me? She wouldn't actually have signed up, would she?"

Recalling what Wang Tieshu said before leaving, Hong Zun felt terrible—what kind of trouble is this woman going to stir up for him?

Rarely donning the robe of the Divine Sword Hall Hall Master, Hong Zun left his Dong Fu feeling uneasy and anxious.

All the way to the main martial arena where the Sword Immortal Assembly is being held, before even entering, he saw several familiar strong sword cultivators.

These few all had cultivation superior to Hong Zun's, and within the Heavenly Palace they held the status of heavenly officials.

But when facing Hong Zun, they treated him purely as peers.

Hong Zun's strength wasn't enough, but he couldn't deny that they had a tree favorite, and behind them stood the Dao One Immortal Sect.

But today, upon seeing Hong Zun, they all felt a bit odd, then expressed concern.

"Brother Hong Zun, what's wrong with you? Your complexion looks awful."

All that could be seen was Hong Zun's face as pale as paper, devoid of any color; they were puzzled, wondering which demon woman had sucked his vital essence.

In response, Hong Zun cursed inwardly.

"You try being tormented all night by her—damn, she never stopped."

But on the surface he spoke without showing any emotion.

"It's fine; yesterday, while cultivating, I gained some insight and gave it a slight try."

"Cultivating? Can cultivating produce this state?"

In response, they naturally didn't believe it; at that moment Xu Jie and the others also walked over, and with outsiders present, they all performed respectful salutations.

But when they raised their heads and saw the master's pallid face, the fellow disciples were all stunned, and Lu Youyou worried even more.

"Master, are you alright?"

"What could happen to me as master? Hey, Xu Jie, what poison did you put in the Nine Heavens Bright Moon?"

In front of the disciples, it's impossible to show weakness, but he still asked curiously.

After all, Wang Tieshu was incredibly over the top yesterday, really suspicious.

Regarding that, Xu Jie didn't think much and directly replied.

Just hearing that answer, Hong Zun was visibly unsettled, his mouth twitching.

Damn disciple, you put the poison powder you gave the innate Demon Race to drink into my liquor? No wonder, that shrew is basically adding wings to a tiger.

"Good, you Xú Lǎosān are really good."

"Shīzūn, I haven't done anything."

Seeing Hong Zun's gritting-teeth, forced-smile look, Xu Jie could tell he was angry.

But he didn't do anything; he went to Xiūliàn early yesterday just for today's Sword Immortal Assembly.

Although it's hard to compare with those old-generation sword cultivator experts, among the younger generation we can't lose face for our Divine Sword Hall.

How come Shīzūn looks like he wants to eat someone first thing in the morning?

Facing Xu Jie's skepticism, Hong Zun didn't answer; damn, how do you talk about this? He still wants to keep this old face.

He could only coldly chuckle and pat Xu Jie's shoulder.

"Nothing, I'm just encouraging you; do well today, Xú Lǎosān."

"Shīzūn, don't be like that, I'm scared."

"Heh, what's there to fear? Master isn't here, but he'll always be watching you."

Having said that, without even glancing at Xu Jie and the others, he strode straight into the martial arts arena.

At this moment, inside the huge martial arts arena, Qi Xiong, Ye Zhangqing, Zhao Tianqing, Tianhe, and some renowned experts from the Immortal Realm have all arrived.

They had long been seated on the specially constructed high platform; each person had a case table before them, on which lay a plate of precious spiritual fruits and a jug of immortal brew.

These are all treasures; for this Sword Immortal Assembly, it's naturally impossible to use those lowly things to fool people.

What's more, besides these, each table also has several exquisite side dishes.

And these side dishes were all made by Ye Zhangqing, which made everyone's eyes light up.