Chapter 80: The Person Who Wants Satin (Bonus chapter for book friend Qiye Shiki's tip)

Yu Liancheng nodded: "Correct, it is me."

That burly man said: "I am Buju."

When he said this sentence, he could not help but puff out his chest, revealing a very spirited expression.

As if this name were very imposing.

As if one should know his identity just by hearing this name.

As if one should show him respect just by knowing his identity.

Of course, there are not many people in the Edo who have not heard this person's name.

This person is called "Opening Heaven Palm" Buju, whose might shakes the Sichuan and Hunan regions; he is precisely the supreme leader and head boss of the thirty-six fierce bandit gangs in the Sichuan-Hunan area.

Yu Liancheng leaned into Shangguan Feiyan's ear: "Who is he?"

Shangguan Feiyan's breath was like orchids as she also whispered: "I don't know either, but being polite is never wrong."

This sentence is of course correct.

Everyone helps carry the flowery sedan chair; one does not strike a person who is smiling.

Yu Liancheng has always been a very polite person, so he cupped his fists and smiled: "Oh, so it is Hero Bu, I have long admired you."

The corners of Buju's eyes were already twitching.

Although Yu Liancheng was whispering with Shangguan Feiyan, he did not lower his voice much.

And since Buju was standing right next to the two of them, and his martial arts were quite good, he naturally heard it clearly.

It would be one thing not to know his name, but to actually call the supreme leader of a fierce bandit gang "Hero Bu"—one really does not know if he is truly muddled or just pretending to be.

On normal days, if the corners of Buju's eyes twitched, he would be killing someone, but now he could only endure it, steady his breath, and say: "'Jade-Faced Divine Sword' is a big figure who resounds through the Edo; it is expected that you do not recognize small figures like us, but surely you must recognize the things in this box."

He opened the box, and inside lay three crystalline, round, and flawless jade discs.

The eyes of Shangguan Feiyan and Shangguan Xueer both lit up.

Especially Shangguan Feiyan; she was someone who knew her goods and could naturally see that each of these three jade discs was worth a city.

Buju said coldly: "I believe you are already very clear about the value of these three jade discs; now I will use these three jade discs to trade for three pieces of satin."

The three pieces of satin are naturally not the satin from ordinary silk shops, but the glowing satin that enters the Forbidden City on the night of the full moon.

Yu Liancheng smiled: "The jade discs are very good, but I do not intend to give the satin to anyone right now; if the two of you want it, you can wait a few hours."

Buju's expression sank, his hand joints cracked loudly, and his face changed color with rage. He is the supreme leader of thirty-six bandit gangs; perhaps he is very loyal to his brothers, but he is definitely not a good person, nor is he a very patient person.

Yet he did not make a move, because that young man had already pulled him back, and his other hand had also taken out something and placed it on the table.

A poisonous caltrop.

The Tang Sect of Shu intimidates the world with its blood-sealing poisonous caltrops.

Steel needles are hidden within the petals; once it hits a person, the steel needles burst out, and whether they nail into bone or enter a blood vessel, death is certain.

That young man said: "My surname is Tang?"

Yu Liancheng also seemed to have heard his name: "Tang Tianzong?"

The young man said proudly: "Correct."

He indeed has reason to be proud; among the Tang brothers, although he is the youngest, his martial arts are the highest.

Tang Tianzong suddenly pressed his hand on the table, and the iron caltrop on the table sprang up out of thin air. With only a "chi" sound, it flew up three zhang and "thwacked" into the roof beam, actually embedding itself straight into the wood.

This hidden weapon technique is truly very brilliant.

"Three jade discs, plus three lives, in exchange for three pieces of satin—are you trading or not?" Tang Tianzong said with a dark face.

Yu Liancheng said: "Whose lives are we trading?"

Tang Tianzong sneered: "Trading for the lives of the three of you."

Yu Liancheng could not help but sigh: "A young man like you shouldn't be thinking about killing all day; perhaps you could make friends with Hua Manlou and stay in his small building for a few days; that way, you might be able to feel the preciousness of life."

Tang Tianzong snorted coldly: "I have always been the one to make others feel the preciousness of life."

Buju sneered: "Have you made up your mind yet?"

Yu Liancheng smiled: "Actually, I also really want these three jade discs, but I don't want to give you the satin. How about this, let's play a game and make a bet."

"A bet?"

Yu Liancheng looked at Buju's hands; these hands were the size of prayer mats, with protruding joints: "Looking at your appearance, your hand techniques should be quite good, and your palm techniques should also be very high."

Buju sneered again.

A sneer has many meanings.

His sneer was one of smugness—smug about his own palm techniques, smug about his own martial arts.

Yu Liancheng looked at Tang Tianzong again: "Your hidden weapon technique is very good."

Tang Tianzong snorted coldly.

The meaning of a cold snort is sometimes similar to a sneer.

About the same amount of smugness.

Yu Liancheng smiled: "Coincidentally, I think my own martial arts are also quite good. How about this: before I finish my meal, I will not use my sword. If you two can force me to leave this stool, I will give all the satin to you. If you cannot do it, these three jade discs will be gifted to me."

"Arrogant!"

Buju's face changed color with rage, and Tang Tianzong was already angry.

They are both famous figures in the Edo; when have they ever been looked down upon like this?

Even if they considered themselves no match for Yu Liancheng, they certainly wouldn't be unable to force him off a stool while he wasn't using a weapon.

This is simply an insult to them!

The shame of a Edo person often needs to be washed away with blood;

Buju let out a thunderous roar, his figure swept up like a god of thunder descending, and a pair of palms slapped toward the top of Yu Liancheng's head. This person is nicknamed "Opening Heaven Palm," so his palm power is naturally vigorous, overbearing, and difficult to resist.

As this palm struck down, he was confident that even if the opponent could take it, the stool would not be able to withstand it.

Tang Tianzong did not make a move; he also had great confidence in Buju.

But his entire person was already coiled and ready to strike, his hidden weapons long since prepared; once Buju faltered, the Tang Sect hidden weapons would shoot forth.

"This palm strike is somewhat insightful," Yu Liancheng laughed.

He spoke these words lightly, the chopsticks in his hand tapping gently toward the front.

These were a pair of very ordinary bamboo chopsticks, not particularly sturdy. Given Buju's palm force, they would snap at the slightest touch.

The chopstick tapped lightly on the back of Buju's right hand.

Yet the chopstick did not break; it remained perfectly intact.

But Buju seemed as if he had broken, his entire body suddenly plummeting from the air like a meteorite crashing heavily toward the ground.

Yet Buju was worthy of being a figure renowned in the region; just as he was about to hit the ground, his body gave a jolt, and he unexpectedly regained control, landing prone in an unsightly "turtle entering the water" posture, then lunged again, his other hand suddenly reaching toward Yu Liancheng's throat.

"Refusing a toast only to be forced to drink a forfeit!"

Yu Liancheng's expression turned slightly cold, and with a flick of his finger, a chopstick shot out.

Originally, he had only intended to give this person a small punishment, but since this person insisted on using lethal force, he naturally would no longer show mercy.

Only a "pop" sound was heard, like a water bubble bursting; that seemingly terrifying palm momentum was shattered by the chopstick, and the Qi energy scattered with a boom.

Then, amidst a scream, the chopstick pierced through one of Buju's palms, transforming into a spray of bloody black light as it stabbed toward his throat.