Chapter 414: We Honest People

Tang Luo stood at the bow of the boat, admiring the surrounding scenery.

Besides the main island of Moon Palace, there were a few scattered small islands around Moon Lake.

Pavilions and terraces were built on them, serving as lakeside pavilions.

Several figures stood in the pavilions, watching the slowly approaching boat; some with curiosity, some with anticipation, and also surprise and wariness.

Tang Luo remained unmoved by these gazes.

Ao Yulie, on the other hand, responded to them one by one, a smile on his face; judging by his look, if Tang Luo weren't present, he would probably have already run over for a deep exchange.

For instance, asking a young lady's age, whether she had a marriage arrangement, and such questions.

These words, spoken from Ao Yulie's mouth, were suave and unrestrained.

If spoken by some ugly man, it would be a lecher, a rapist, someone to be caught and beaten to death.

If the man had high martial arts, he would be an evil heretic, some XX Old Monster, and would be attacked by the righteous sects en masse.

The Jianghu is just this realistic.

The small boat stopped beside Moon Palace's dock.

The dock was built exquisitely and magnificently, presenting an overall vermilion color; Ao Yulie took the lead, his body soaring into the air and landing gracefully, walking toward the Moon Palace crowd already waiting on the dock.

These people were not the miscellaneous servants and nannies.

But genuine Moon Palace disciples, either heroic and dashing, or charming and lovely Jianghu heroines, Moon Palace fairies.

At the lead was a middle-aged beautiful (harmonious) woman, holding in her hand the invitation card Tang Luo had just sent over, still very warm.

"Fairies, this humble one Ao Yulie pays his respects." Ao Yulie cupped his fists toward the crowd, his smile amiable.

"Young Master Jade Dragon." The many orioles and swallows bowed slightly, the kind that makes one sigh "This life was worth it."

This is the treatment only the Three Great Young Masters would have.

Fortunately, Ao Yulie had followed Tang Luo west, seen all manner of storms, and kept his composure; he took a slight step back, yielding the stage to Tang Luo.

Tang Luo walked onto the dock at a leisurely pace.

"Master Xuanzang." That woman, whose status was likely an elder, steward, or manager, stepped forward, "The Palace Master requests your presence; please follow us."

"This poor monk intrudes." Tang Luo placed a single palm at his chest, looking very gentle.

That group of Moon Palace disciples who could still smile and size up Young Master Jade Dragon just now, every single one of them now had eyes observing the nose, nose observing the heart, well-behaved like little white rabbits.

Young Master Jade Dragon still counts as a good reputation.

The Four-Cycle Demon Monk is a genuine, solid evil reputation.

Although in the rumors, the main force that killed the Smoke Rain Tower Lord was Young Master Jade Dragon wielding the Black Flame Demon Saber.

But when people mention it, they still subconsciously regard Tang Luo as the truly dangerous figure.

His martial arts are truly tyrannical and bizarre, striking fear into the heart.

"Master, please."

The group proceeded forward, passing through pavilions and towers; along the way they encountered many Moon Palace disciples, who also did not approach, standing at a distance watching.

There were also sounds of low discussion.

All focused on Ao Yulie; obviously they were very curious about this Jade Dragon Young Master who turned the Two Great Young Masters into Three Great Young Masters.

Seeing the real person, he indeed lived up to the reputation — better to see once than hear a hundred times.

Even more handsome than Xiao Lianhua... Women, your name is Fickle.

The discarded Lianhua Young Master was not in Moon Palace at this moment.

Otherwise, the person coming to receive Master Tang Luo and disciple, he would be more suitable.

Leading Master Tang Luo and disciple to the outside of Moon Palace's main hall, those Moon Palace disciples opened the great doors, but did not enter.

Tang Luo and Ao Yulie, the two of them, didn't even pause, entering the great hall.

As if entering their own home.

Inside the great hall, the Moon Palace Master, and ten Moon Palace Elders were already waiting.

The Moon Palace Master was a woman in blue-white clothes, wearing a feather crown, hands empty, carrying no weapon on her person.

But a silk ribbon floated lightly behind her, emitting a faint seven-colored glow.

Needless to say, it was one of the Nine Great Holy Weapons, the Seven-Colored Immortal Silk Ribbon.

The Moon Palace Master's face was covered by a white gauze veil, covering the parts below her eyes, making her appearance unclear.

"Master Xuanzang comes to my Moon Palace, wonder what is the matter?"

Without any pleasantries, the Moon Palace Master asked, her voice clear and cold with a trace of vicissitude.

"This poor monk comes for the Nine Great Holy Weapons." Tang Luo was also very direct; direct is good, he just likes directness, "Please, fairies, grant a convenience."

Of course not every elder can be called a female bodhisattva.

But sometimes, one can appropriately lower the standard a bit.

"Convenience? What do you want to do?" the Moon Palace Master asked.

"This poor monk wants all the Holy Weapons." Tang Luo smiled, a powerful demonic feeling rushing over.

"Clang!"

Several sharp swords left their scabbards.

A man's name casts a shadow like a tree; others saying this would only draw ridicule, but the Four-Cycle Demon Monk saying it, even Moon Palace must face him with full battle array.

Don't forget, he already has two Holy Weapons in hand.

"Don't misunderstand, fairies, Master has no ill intent." Ao Yulie spoke up.

"No ill intent?" A certain elder who wasn't a female bodhisattva at all, barely even a female donor, spoke, "Coming to my Moon Palace, directly demanding Holy Weapons, you demon monk treat Moon Palace as Black Heaven Divine Palace, or Smoke Rain Tower?"

Tang Luo didn't get angry either, walked to the side and sat down, even gesturing for others to sit as well.

The Moon Palace Master shook her head lightly, walked to the main seat and sat down; the rest of the elders also sat down.

Nevertheless, there were still people staring fixedly at Tang Luo, ready to draw their swords again at the slightest disagreement.

"Master wants the Holy Weapons, yet bears no ill will?" the Moon Palace Palace Master asked. "What is the meaning of these words?"

"You might not believe it if I told you."

Tang Luo spoke with a solemn face. "Barring any accidents, the Nine Great Holy Weapons should count as this poor monk's property."

"Heh." The words had barely left his mouth when someone sneered.

It was that same speaker from just now; for some reason, this person's hostility toward the two of them was extremely obvious.

The Moon Palace Palace Master's cold, sharp gaze swept across the hall, glancing at Elder Miao before saying, "Is the Master serious, or are you joking?"

The question was phrased that way, but it was obvious everyone felt Tang Luo was talking nonsense.

Some things are just like this — clearly Tang Luo was speaking the absolute, solid truth, yet no one believed him.

"Monks do not speak falsehoods," Tang Luo said.

"..."

The great hall fell silent; the Moon Palace Palace Master was probably also thinking about how to elegantly and gracefully curse "ma mai pi."

"The Nine Great Holy Weapons were forged from this poor monk's disciple's weapon," Tang Luo said. "Therefore this poor monk wishes to reclaim the Holy Weapons."

Where did the Nine Great Holy Weapons come from?

Based on the current situation, it could basically be confirmed they were forged from parts of the Nine-Toothed Rake.

The Nine-Toothed Rake belonged to Zhu Bajie; Zhu Bajie was Tang Luo's disciple.

So the Nine Great Holy Weapons also belonged to Tang Luo; Tang Luo reclaiming them was perfectly justified.

A very simple chain of logic, without a single flaw.

The genuine, absolute truth — why did everyone have that "please continue your performance" attitude?

So, the world really was the one in the wrong...

"They're yours?" Everyone looked toward Ao Yulie.

Ao Yulie sighed helplessly. "Not mine — they're my Second Senior Brother's weapon, the Nine-Toothed Rake. Master is a monk; he wouldn't lie."

Quite the bearing of "we honest folk don't do that sort of thing."

However, the righteous Moon Palace fairies obviously wouldn't believe such ghost talk from them.

A silence fell over the scene; the atmosphere was oppressive.

After a while, the Moon Palace Palace Master finally spoke: "Master, was it using this as a pretext that you exterminated the Black Heaven Divine Palace and the Misty Rain Tower?"

The smell of gunpowder had already emerged.

Even if you have two Holy Weapons, it doesn't mean you can come to the Moon Palace and spout nonsense.

"... This poor monk guided the Black Heaven Divine Palace and the Misty Rain Tower to salvation simply because they weren't good people," Tang Luo said. "It had nothing to do with the Holy Weapons; it was just a coincidence."

Still the absolute truth.

The Misty Rain Tower had just obtained the Coiling Dragon Staff when Tang Luo showed up at their door and exterminated them.

It wasn't because Tang Luo had some intelligence source — it really was just a coincidence. Who told the Misty Rain Tower to act ruthlessly and viciously, often slaughtering innocents indiscriminately?

Such a jianghu sect, in Tang Luo's eyes, wasn't a sect but a merit-harvesting ground.

"..."

Every sentence was the absolute truth, yet every sentence left people unable to respond, making them want to flip the table right there and fight it out properly.

"The benefactors don't believe?" Tang Luo asked.

"Master, do you believe these words yourself?" the Moon Palace Palace Master also laughed mockingly.

Must be elegant, must be calm.

"Very well then," Tang Luo said. "This poor monk has made things clear; believe it or not is up to you. Let us still get to the main topic."

"Main topic?"

"Jianghu people, jianghu matters settled in the jianghu. Regardless of whether the benefactors believe or not," Tang Luo said, "in the end, one still has to rely on fists to solve the problem."

"Clang!"

Sharp swords left their scabbards once more; this time, apart from the Moon Palace Palace Master, all the elders already had swords in hand.

"Wait, wait," Ao Yulie said. "Not this kind of fighting."

If a melee like that breaks out, the entire Moon Palace will be gone.

Just like the Misty Rain Tower's headquarters — the True Dragon Tower Ship — it would cease to exist.

So many beautiful female Bodhisattvas gone just like that — too much of a pity.

Young Master Jade Dragon was a man who cherished fragrance and jade; therefore, before this, he had remonstrated with Tang Luo and chosen another method.

"My master and disciple wish to have two open, aboveboard duels with the Moon Palace," Ao Yulie said. "The stakes are the Holy Weapons, and all the information the Moon Palace knows related to the Holy Weapons."

This sounded a bit more like human speech.

"One from our master-disciple pair per match, one match each," Ao Yulie continued. "As for my master's side, no matter how many you send up is fine — all of you together works too. Master is just one person, and Master won't use Holy Weapons."

The Moon Palace Palace Master stood up, nearly unleashing the Seven-Colored Immortal Silk on the spot.

Just now she thought he'd speak sense, but the moment he opened his mouth it wasn't human speech again.

For this master-disciple pair to wander the jianghu without being beaten to death — their martial arts really must be high enough!

"What do the benefactors think?" Tang Luo asked.

"If we don't agree?" the Moon Palace Palace Master's tone was unkind.

"If you don't agree, then forget it," Ao Yulie said.

"Huh?"

This answer gave people the feeling of a fist striking empty air.

You came menacingly, and in the end it's just "forget it"?

This won't do!

Do you think this is the Red Chamber? You can come and go as you please, gamble when you want, calculate when you want?

To flirt without marrying is to be a thief.

To dress up and then run away is the same!

"Hold it." The Moon Palace Master shouted to stop Tang Luo and the two who were preparing to leave, "Since the Grand Master has such refined interest, if our Moon Palace does not accompany him, we would let the fellow cultivators of the world look down on us."

"Hehe."

Ao Yulie gave a dark chuckle, showing Tang Luo a look of plan succeeded.

I, the Third Prince of the Jade Dragon, am suave and debonair; I have seen all manner of goddesses and demons, yet I cannot handle you two?