Chapter 195: Wa Yao's Peeping

Sun Zuo lay prone at the gate of the baggage warehouse, recounting in full detail everything he had done over the years.

The terrifying weight of the White Tiger Cleave left him unable to muster any thought of resistance.

He only hoped that his answer would satisfy the terrifying expert behind him and spare his life.

Wu Tie pressed the White Tiger Cleave lightly against Sun Zuo, his eyes flashing with cold light. Sun Zuo had already revealed the whereabouts of the Grey Master; as a man versed in literature and possessed of some insight, a 'scholar', the Grey Master had been sold by him at a high price to a slave-trading band.

That slave-trading band……came from the Triple Link Domain.

Moreover, it belonged to the current supreme ruler of the Triple Link Domain, the slave-trading band retained by the Twelve Executive Families of the Triple Link City-State, tasked specifically with collecting various rare items from the surrounding great domains of the Triple Link Domain.

Grey Master, without a doubt, is a rather precious talent—a werewolf who can recite poetry?

Even if caged for nobles to admire, he would still make a fine pet.

So, Sun Zuo clearly remembered that he had sold the Grey Master for a full three thousand gold coins.

As a low-ranking gray werewolf, moreover a weak, old werewolf with no combat ability, this price could be called astronomical. Those young, strong werewolves capable of fighting and killing average only about ten gold coins each.

Wu Tie gazed at Sun Zuo with a grim face.

The Grey Master had actually been sold by him, and sent to the Triple Link Domain……It seems that, whether Wu Tie wishes to involve himself in the grudge of the Demon Chapter King or not, he must make the trip, and might even end up clashing with the high echelons of the Triple Link Domain.

After all, that is their retained slave-trading band.

Wu Tie's heart also inexplicably stirred with a hint of vigilance—according to the Demon Chapter King's words, the former Great Peacock Dynasty, now the Triple Link City-State, rules over dozens of great domains and possesses countless resources for their extravagant enjoyment.

Would the slave-trading band of the Triple Link City-State actually come to the Black Snake Domain?

Their claws have stretched out too far.

Moreover, buying the Grey Master at such a high price……Wu Tie always felt their purpose wasn't so pure. Is the Grey Master's scholarship valuable? Of course it is……but the Triple Link City-State also has its own civilizational heritage; can the Grey Master's learning compare to that heritage?

Worth three thousand gold coins?

Even if the Grey Master were his kin, his teacher, Wu Tie would not deem him worth that price.

Then the matter becomes quite interesting.

"It seems you're truly not a good person." Wu Tie stared at Sun Zuo, who had broken out in a cold sweat from pain, and said slowly: "I, for one, hate wicked people the most……so……"

Sun Zuo fumbled with trembling hands to draw out his waist-held Universe Bag: "Jianghu rule—spend money to buy your life."

Wu Tie roughly snatched the Universe Bag from Sun Zuo's hand, untied its cord, peered inside, then let out a disdainful snort: "Are you trying to send off a beggar? Though you're a wicked person, you are a Life Pool Realm expert……you, are quite valuable."

Among the warriors who had stormed into the baggage warehouse, two minor leaders rushed back, excitedly shouting at Sun Zuo: "Big brother……we……have found……"

Sun Zuo's move against the baggage warehouse was timed perfectly.

These days, the Golden Nether Spirits and the Blood Curved Blade have been facing off; the Golden Nether Spirits are busy mobilizing troops and preparing for war, and the resources in the baggage warehouse have not been reported upward for quite a while.

Consequently, the gold coins and cultivation resources piled up in the baggage warehouse are several times the normal storage amount.

For cultivators of the Chonglou Realm and Perceiving Mystery Realm, this is a huge sum.

The two leaders snatched a few bracelets, filled them to the brim, then rushed out eagerly to curry favor with their big brother—only to suddenly see Sun Zuo lying on the ground, drenched in blood.

The two simultaneously shouted, and two poisoned daggers from their sleeves trailed a wisp of black smoke as they screamed toward Wu Tie's throat and heart.

They were both Chonglou Realm cultivators; after launching the two daggers in a distant thrust at Wu Tie, one let out a low growl, opened his mouth, and a scarlet giant tongue shot out dozens of feet long, twining toward Wu Tie's body in a spiral.

The other merely shuddered, his physique swelling to about five meters tall, his entire skin turning a strange dark green, resembling cracked old bark unevenly. He exhaled dark green mist all over his body and strode forward in large steps toward Wu Tie.

"Your subordinates are indeed loyal……Don't they know you're a Life Pool Realm expert? Yet they still dare to come rescue you?"

Wu Tie sneered: "However, the Grey Master taught me that the greater the ability, the greater the responsibility; if one does harm, the greater the ability, the greater the danger."

"Their loyalty to you is, for others, a great harm."

"Grey Master?" Just now, under Wu Tie's coercion, Sun Zuo had laid out in full detail the main misdeeds he had committed over the years.

He knew Wu Tie had come for revenge; he was still pondering which faction Wu Tie belonged to among those he had offended.

Upon hearing the Grey Master's name, he thought of the Wu Family Shibao.

Thinking of the Wu Family Shibao, he thought of Wu Jin kneeling before him, begging him not to harm his younger brother.

He also recalled how, in the Bloodline Protection divine ability, Wu Jin had vanished in a flash of strong light……and Bloodline Protection, the power capable of unleashing such a mighty bloodline divine ability, is certainly not something their Golden Nether Spirits could provoke.

"You lot……still came looking for me……I knew there would be repercussions……" Sun Zuo broke into a "kekeke" laugh: "I never dared tell the three chiefs about this……I feared they'd be scared of trouble and just kill me to silence me."

"I never expected you'd still come looking for me……Dragonfolk? Hey, dragonfolk!"

"Golden Nether Spirits, die together with me, Grandfather Sun Zuo……If I'm going to die, you all had better not live!"

Sun Zuo suddenly strained, hysterically exerting all his magical power, bellowing like a thunderclap: "Someone come, save me! Enemies, enemies have broken in! Save me, I'm in the third ground-number baggage warehouse!"

The two poisoned daggers were not fast; over a distance of more than a hundred meters, they actually took two or three seconds.

Wu Tie casually swung the White Tiger Cleave, a light sweep shattering the two ordinary poisoned daggers into fragments, with a "hiss"—a thick, saliva-drenched tongue as wide as a bowl suddenly coiled around the White Tiger Cleave.

Wu Tie felt nauseous, his pores constricting all over.

The White Tiger Cleave reacted even more violently than Wu Tie; he shuddered violently, a towering killing intent surged out, transforming into invisible sharp qi that blasted outward. The scarlet tongue exploded violently; the cultivator who had spat it out shrieked in agony, spewing mouthfuls of blood as he fled in disgrace.

Standing over five meters tall, his whole body resembling old bark and exhaling dark green toxic mist, the cultivator strode forward in large steps to face Wu Tie.

He had no particular technique, relying on his height advantage, he swung his two thick arms down toward Wu Tie's head.

Wu Tie abruptly lifted his brow, his forehead's dharma-eye opening, a baby-fist-sized five-colored Divine Thunder of Exterminating Evil howled forth, accompanied by a tremendous roar, spewing thunder and fire as it slammed hard into the cultivator's palms.

With Osiris's aid, Wu Tie's magical cultivation these days has advanced by leaps and bounds, progressing rapidly; the Divine Thunder of Exterminating Evil emitted from his forehead's dharma-eye, originally only thumb-sized, has now grown in volume by more than double, and his entire magical power can at least continuously unleash six bolts of divine thunder.

Lightning flashed, the tremendous thunderclap shaking the surrounding ground open in countless fissures.

The wooden giant's arms were utterly pulverized in the lightning; the lightning struck his chest, exploded, and countless crackling electric strands enveloped his whole body—just a twist of the five-colored divine thunder, and the wooden giant burst into shreds of ash.

A single wooden giant could not withstand the full might of the Divine Thunder of Exterminating Evil.

Countless strands of ultrafine five-colored electric light shot forward, slamming hard onto the third ground-number baggage warehouse above.

The baggage warehouse, forged from molten iron mixed with lava, could not withstand a single blow; in the five-colored lightning it turned to dust and smoke, revealing inside the two hundred or so hunters' belongings, as well as chest after chest of gold‑shining or rosy‑glimmering large boxes.

The loudly shouting Sun Zuo abruptly shut his mouth, his pupils suddenly contracting to pinprick size.

The power of this bolt of lightning was far greater than his full‑force strike—at the very least, Sun Zuo could not destroy the warehouse in one blow.

But……

Sun Zuo despairingly and painfully closed his eyes; such a terrifying guy, he's the enemy, he's the enemy!

Noise came from all around as squad after squad of Golden Undead cultivators rushed over quickly; at a glance there were at least ten or more teams, numbering over a thousand cultivators of Foundation Establishment, Perceiving Profound, and Chonglou Realm.

As for the Life Pool Realm, there wasn't a single one.

The Golden Undead guards at the headquarters' Life Pool Realm experts have already detected the anomaly of the blood curved blade; they are personally leading people to investigate the situation.

But it's estimated that before long they'll come fleeing back in disgrace, just like their comrades ahead.

Wu Tie stepped with one foot on Sun Zuo's back, both hands gripping the White Tiger Split, he glanced at the cultivators charging from all directions and gave a grin to those hunting teams belonging to the logistics warehouse.

"Your big brother is under my foot…… where is your brotherly loyalty?"

Wu Tie laughed brightly.

The corners of his eyes felt sore, his eye sockets a little red.

He recalled how, back then, Wu Zhan and Wu Jin had killed the members of Sun Zuo's hunting team, and how Sun Zuo's subordinates had shown that grief-stricken, indignant true feeling.

It's ridiculous—a bunch of villains who kill and exterminate clans at the drop of a hat actually have such fervent brotherly affection.

How could Wu Tie bear this?

So Wu Tie burst out laughing loudly: "Your big brother is about to die—why aren't you coming to save him?"

With a sudden force of his right foot, Sun Zuo's upper body bones kept emitting cracking sounds; he screamed in pain, blood continually flowing from his mouth.

Dozens of li away, a crystal eyeball the size of a fist hovered in the air, two tiny crystal wings on either side of the eyeball fluttering rapidly, emitting a faint 'pap-pap' sound.

Despite the distance of dozens of li, the crystal eyeball still clearly saw Wu Tie's appearance and everything he did and said.

On one side of the Great Serpent Lair, high up on the cliff face, several thousand meters above the ground, at the junction where two trestle bridges meet, a row of thirteen huge stone caves has been hewn out.

This place originally belonged to a minor faction of the Great Serpent Lair, numbering over a thousand people, like vultures they followed behind major powers to scavenge their discarded scraps and cold meals; because they acted cautiously and also clung to a thick thigh, they lived carefree and content.

But today, the entire force—over a thousand people up and down—were all killed with a single strike to the brow, their bodies neatly stacked in a cavern, a massive lump of dark blue profound ice freezing them solid and sealing away all the smell of blood.

On the stone platform outside the cave, dozens of youths wearing light blue half-body armor, white cloaks, swords at their waists and longbows on their backs, with resolute demeanors and easy smiles, walked back and forth, their eyes like hawks, monitoring all movement around.

Whether from their uniform attire or the bearing and conduct of these youths, they are clearly an elite force.

In front of the largest stone cave, a dozen or so uniformly dressed youths stood at the entrance; a screen made of a large red stone blocked the mouth, the dozens of embedded rubies radiating warm light that counteracted the chill of the wind outside.

Inside the cave, after passing through two chambers hewn out, then through two similar screens, finally in the rear hall Wa Yao sat on the lap of a mighty man.

After not seeing her for a while, Wa Yao was like a lush, plump trumpet flower, a moist luster shining from within out, lovely and beautiful, her whole body exuding an intense charm that drew the eye.

The youth holding Wa Yao was tall and straight; seated on that ordinary stone chair, his whole body seemed to emanate a noble radiance, giving the plain chair an air of a precious throne.

He wore a set of light blue armor, exquisitely crafted, semi-transparent like a 'soft' crystal, inside countless tiny stars flickered, gorgeous and splendid, magnificent.

A dozen or so girls in light blue half-body armor, wearing gold-embroidered capes, stood in a line on either side of the chair; their expressions were subtle, from time to time they shot a look full of sourness at Wa Yao's face.

If these girls' cultivation were strong enough for their gazes to wound, Wa Yao would already have been carved up by a thousand knives.

Gongsun Sheng, who had fled together with Wa Yao that day, stood off to the side, sullen; he lowered his head to look at the ground before his toes, occasionally a flash in the corner of his eye as he stole a glance at Wa Yao's increasingly curvy, fiery figure.

A light blue crystal mirror hovered in the cave; within it, Wu Tie's every move was laid bare.

"Over these past few days, only this half-dragon person has been specifically seeking trouble for Sun Zuo."

The youth placed his hands on Wa Yao's supple, slender waist, his ten fingers moving as if playing a piano. He chuckled softly: "So, this half-dragon person is your…… little cousin?"

"Your Highness…… whether it's him or not, he's the most suspicious……" Wa Yao went limp, boneless, in the youth's embrace, whispering: "Better to kill by mistake than to let him go."

The youth narrowed his eyes, smiling, and nodded slowly: "Better to kill by mistake than to let him go—I just like your little spirit, Wa Yao… heh, the mere Black Snake Domain, Great Serpent Lair, no one can stop me; kill him, then kill him."

He grabbed Wa Yao's waist firmly and said softly: "But you must remember the conditions you promised me…… those little cuties of Wa Gu are all my prey now."