Chapter 134: That Day

"Master, this room is yours from now on. If you need anything, just contact me to come live here—you can stay for a lifetime."

Having incurred a favor, the Dragon King also gave Tang Luo a room for long-term stay, and Tang Luo did not decline, accepting it.

This kind of healing basically only yields a little merit power.

With more compensation, Tang Luo naturally welcomed it; not seeking repayment is one thing, but others certainly need to show something.

No showing, and Elder Tang has recorded it in his little notebook—no enlightenment in the future.

Of course, if it's a kind-hearted fool who likes to court death, Elder Tang will still be kind and open a few more times.

"By the way, Master, the seller you wanted—I've contacted him for you." Kong Ming said to Tang Luo.

"The bow has been sold, the spear remains, so I can only sell the spear." Tang Luo said.

"Is that so?" Kong Ming frowned, then relaxed, "No problem, I'll ask—has Hou Yi boarded the ship?" The latter part was asked of the Dragon King.

The Dragon King frowned: "How is it that guy? He arrived earlier than you, staying in 303."

"I'll go check." Kong Ming said, hurrying away.

"Hou Yi?" Tang Luo looked at the Dragon King, very interested.

Martial arts myths, from the perspective of fate, can roughly be divided into "Martial Arts Fate" and "Mythic Fate."

Kong Ming's fate is actually not easy to distinguish; such deified historical figures often have unexpected performances, belonging to either category somewhat, yet not fully.

Hou Yi is somewhat similar, plus history and myth are mixed together, and there's also a distinction between Hou Yi and Yi.

To truly clarify it is quite troublesome.

However, Gods and Demons Walk doesn't involve archaeology; actually, as long as we confirm this is a powerful fate of an archer, that's enough.

As for whether it's truly the one who shot down nine suns, it's actually not important.

After all, the upper limit of shooting down nine suns in legend is truly unreachable; even if it were, it's not a height the fate holder can easily achieve.

"Well, anyway, his nickname is Hou Yi." The Dragon King said, "He's a skilled archer, but his temper is somewhat bad, and we don't get along particularly well."

"Bad temper?" Tang Luo eager to try, "Good thing."

"Huh?" The Dragon King startled.

"Will they fight?" Tang Luo asked.

"That won't happen, at most they'll scold a couple times—there's a contract." The Dragon King said, "Master, you don't really want to cause trouble, do you?"

"What monk does, how could it be causing trouble? This is called salvation." Tang Luo said, "Do you have a dueling place on your ship?"

"No." The Dragon King shook his head.

How to put it, his ship has indeed been modified, but who would bother putting a "dueling room" on it for no reason?

The regular gym is available; if Gods and Demons Walk wants to practice skills, going to sea or up an island works.

The deck isn't small either; practicing on the empty sea against the ocean when few people are around is fine.

"This can be done." Tang Luo sincerely suggested.

"No, Master, you want to establish prestige?" The Dragon King asked.

"No, it's advertising." Tang Luo said, broadcasting widely that he is a handsome and strong supporter.

"Advertising?" The Dragon King didn't quite understand, "Forget it—if you want to establish prestige, better not seek Hou Yi; that guy is hard to deal with."

"That way there's advertising effect."

"... Let's wait for Old Kong to return before saying more." The Dragon King said, what if he breaks his beloved ship?

Although the ship is certainly reinforced, it absolutely cannot withstand their level—at least third-stage Gods and Demons Walk combat, nor can one play tennis on it.

Even if indebted, one cannot offer one's beloved ship just to let the other establish prestige—what's the difference from offering one's wife?

"Alright." Tang Luo moved his body a bit.

"Master, don't prepare first—why don't we find an uninhabited island?" The Dragon King said.

"Eh, is it that easy to find?" Tang Luo asked.

"As for islands, no problem!" The Dragon King gave a thumbs-up, as long as they don't fight on his ship, establishing prestige is definitely not a big deal—just mutual agreement.

This is normal; the Dragon King has seen similar situations a few times—when both parties agree, the contract won't punish backlash.

However, in most cases, those seeking prestige end up being the ones subdued—miserably.

"Didi didi."

At this moment, the phone in the Dragon King's pocket rang.

He took it out, his face slightly changed: "Master, come with me—something happened over there."

"Something happened?" Tang Luo followed the Dragon King.

Soon the two arrived at the scene—a room in the rest area.

Several Gods and Demons Walk stood outside, but no other staff.

"Move aside." The Dragon King said, walking into the room; inside were Kong Ming and two other men.

One stood before Kong Ming, one lay on the ground, motionless, looking as if about to die.

The Dragon King's steps stopped, he said softly: "The one lying on the ground is Hou Yi, the other we call Old Huang—Huang Zhong fate."

"I thought he'd have a good relationship with Mr. Kong Ming." Tang Luo said.

"On the contrary, he gets along well with Hou Yi, but not with us." The Dragon King said, not good, yet not rising to any height—similar to seeing colleagues or classmates in a company or class who smile but don't mean it, occasionally saying a few bad things behind backs.

As long as they're members, the Dragon King won't refuse anyone wanting to board—no matter what, he controls the Dragon King ship, accepting Martial Arts Myth members brings him benefits too.

Just like Tang Luo founding the "Enlightenment Society."

"Can't you move aside, let me look?" Kong Ming frowned.

"What do you think?" That Old Huang blocked between Hou Yi and Kong Ming, not yielding an inch, "I said he's fine, no need for you to worry."

"..." Kong Ming paused, then said, "I only came to talk business with Hou Yi, came in and saw him lying here, life or death unknown, and you immediately appeared to stop me—this isn't about whether you care or not. As members, if something happens on the ship, your meaning is—who lets us turn a blind eye?"

"It'll be fine soon, why are you so anxious?" Old Huang said.

Kongming stepped back two paces, looking toward the others: "What do you think?"

The others remained silent; Old Huang's attitude was indeed strange, inexplicably blocking people.

But this muddy water—there seemed no need to wade through it.

The only person present who truly counted as a friend of Houyi was Old Huang, the one blocking the way.

Otherwise, they'd just be playing the villain for nothing; everyone averted their gaze, and some prepared to leave.

This cold society.

"Of course we must hurry to save lives! Saving one life beats building a seven-story pagoda! How could this poor monk stand by and do nothing?"

Only Tang Xuanzang, Elder Tang, still had that bit of warmth!

"Who are you?" Old Huang's mouth twitched; where did this white-haired man come from, calling himself a poor monk—is he a monk?

"I am the poor monk Tang Xuanzang! My fate is that of Tang Sanzang, the strongest support in history, skilled in consecration and saving lives, consecration empowering Buddhist Dharma!" Tang Luo said loudly, "Come, everyone, this is my business card."

He stretched out both hands, not knowing where he pulled the card from, pinched it between his fingers, and offered it.

"..."

"..."

"Are you really trying to save someone?" someone said.

"Of course, isn't this Wind Junior Sister!" Tang Luo said, "Come, this is for you."

Although the speaker wore a mask, a glance at the "little brother's" flat chest told Tang Luo immediately who it was.

"..." Lì Qīng stepped back two paces; she shouldn't have spoken just now.

What exactly did that gaze mean? So annoying! If I couldn't beat him, I'd have already killed this person.

Other members took the business cards; those without masks showed expressions that were somewhat strange.

Someone said: "Oh, Tang Xuanzang? I know you; your consecration healing does have some reputation."

"Just some reputation for now." Tang Luo brimmed with confidence, "In the future, I'll shake the world, and I'll rely on all of you to promote me more. When clients come saying someone referred them, I'll give a ten percent discount on consecration."

"..."

"..."

Everyone felt this guy's vibe was a bit off.

"If it's nothing, just disperse." Old Huang spoke with great irritation, more impatient than when he'd blocked Kongming earlier.

He'd rather stand there and argue with Kongming on principle than talk to this Tang Xuanzang.

His intuition told him this person was troublesome, not a good sort, hard to deal with.

With such extreme conduct, becoming a demon or god walking the world and still not dead, then joining the martial arts legends—either he's lucky enough, or strong enough.

Either way, or both, he's a troublesome character.

"Right, this place isn't suitable for saving people. The Dragon King helped gather people onto the deck; we'll save them on the deck." Tang Luo said.

"I already said he's fine, don't touch him!" Old Huang snapped.

"This donor—" Tang Luo looked at Old Huang and smiled, "This poor monk saves lives, needing no one's consent."

The words had barely fallen when he vanished from the spot.

"Thud!"

Sound after sound, Old Huang was seized by Tang Luo by the head, lifted, and slammed against the room's wall.

"This poor monk does good deeds; obstructing this poor monk is evil, and for evil people, salvation is needed." Tang Luo's palms began to close, immense force making Old Huang's body begin to twitch.

After a few seconds, Tang Luo released the unconscious Old Huang—also unknown how he managed to grab someone's head and knock them out.

Could it be he crushed the skull?

Everyone stood frozen, had they really just attacked? Why dare he do this—was there no contract signed?

Throwing the troublesome guy aside, Tang Luo turned to the Dragon King and said: "Dragon King, lend a hand?"

"Are you sure?" the Dragon King asked, "Can you still save people?" without mentioning the contract.

"No problem." Tang Luo raised his thumb.

"Good." The Dragon King walked over, one hand per person, lifted the unconscious Old Huang and the unknown life-or-death Houyi, and walked toward the deck.

"Master, you... too rash." Kongming wanted to speak but held back, saying one sentence, temporarily setting aside the contract matter.

He truly wanted to clarify the full story of events.

But not this way; clearly, he should have made a plan, proceeded gradually, for that is right; if not, he should have used verbal pressure to make the other reveal a flaw, then leveraged the crowd's momentum to overwhelm them, ultimately discovering the truth. That is his Kongming script.

Knocking someone unconscious—what kind of hero is that?

Tang Luo's actions reminded Kongming of when he first undertook a mission and encountered a wild boar.

Back then, they just stared at each other, then that wild boar charged without hesitation, rampaging, chasing Kongming "eight streets."

Now Kongming's strength, facing the same wild boar, could wipe it out with a wave of his hand.

But recalling that situation, Kongming still felt a lingering fear—it was his most detested and least adept direction to handle.

Then, that day, he personally pulled Tang Luo into the martial arts legends.

Kongming looked toward the room's window; outside was the shimmering, undulating blue sea.

That Qin Menglan little miss on land—interested in forming a "I was wrong, I really was wrong..." interest group?