Chapter 229

Jiang Sishui: "..."

Ren Yingying continued on her own: "My subordinates told me that this Li Buyi is skilled in physiognomy and fortune-telling, and even has the ability to help people find their relatives, so I asked Elder Zhu to go find him."

"You want to use Li Buyi to find your father's whereabouts?" Jiang Sishui understood.

"Exactly."

"So what now? Is there a result?"

"The scouts have already tracked down Li Buyi's whereabouts. Elder Zhu is going there this time to negotiate on my behalf."

"I see."

Jiang Sishui casually replied, and his mood for touring with Ren Yingying instantly worsened considerably.

If Ren Woxing hadn't died and was found by Li Buyi, that would absolutely not be a good thing for Jiang Sishui.

Because if his character setting hadn't changed, Ren Woxing was an ambitious warlord.

To achieve his goals, he could use any means necessary.

And coincidentally, this girl Ren Yingying was extremely filial.

By then, that old fellow might bring him some trouble.

But then he thought again, can a living person be killed by being forced to hold their urine?

He, a Heavenly Being, could be controlled by a Ren Woxing?

If all else fails, fists will do the talking!

Thinking this, Jiang Sishui's heart suddenly cleared up.

Ren Yingying, with her keen mind, noticed the change in Jiang Sishui's emotions and couldn't help but ponder silently.

The two chatted as they continued northward.

Passing through a small town, they suddenly heard a young girl's voice: "This Young Lady said it has nothing to do with that bastard! Why should I pay his debt? Move aside quickly, or don't blame this Young Lady for being rude!"

That voice was clear and tender, carrying a hint of willfulness; the tone at that moment was full of anger, as if she had reached her limit of endurance and was on the verge of exploding.

Although Jiang Sishui was there to complete a system task, he still had to have fun along the way.

Seeing a spectacle to watch, he immediately pulled Ren Yingying over.

In front of a gambling house, a circle of onlookers had gathered.

At the entrance of the gambling house, a middle-aged man in splendid clothes led several burly men guarding the place, blocking a young girl and preventing her from leaving.

No matter how the young girl explained, the middle-aged man in splendid clothes turned a deaf ear.

Jiang Sishui's gaze swept around, finally locking onto a man with a scar on his face, and he stepped forward to ask about the situation.

The scar-faced man didn't want to bother at first, but after Jiang Sishui released a trace of True Qi, he immediately became obedient and explained enthusiastically: "This young girl was taken by a gambler to pay off a gambling debt!"

"A gambler? Using family members to pay off debts?" Jiang Sishui and Ren Yingying exchanged a glance, both feeling a wave of disgust.

The scar-faced man shook his head: "Family members? Not necessarily."

"Oh? How so?"

"Because that gambler is addicted to gambling, and few people in this area don't know him. Since he arrived here three months ago, no one has ever heard of him having any relatives. Now suddenly a young girl appears, wearing such fine fabric, claiming to be his family—who would believe that!"

"So, what this young girl said is true, and she really has nothing to do with that gambler?"

"Of course!"

Pausing briefly, the scar-faced man suddenly gestured for Jiang Sishui to look to the side: "Look, that one-eyed man is the gambler I mentioned."

Jiang Sishui looked in the direction he pointed and indeed saw an old man with one eye hiding in a corner, secretly watching the development of events over there.

He heard the scar-faced man sigh again: "Everyone in town knows what kind of person that gambler is, and Zhou Zhou Bapi is no exception. Yet he still agreed to use a person to pay the debt, most likely because he has his eyes on this young girl."

254 A beauty is being harassed; is the Matchmaker here to tie steel bars again?

While the scar-faced man spoke, he made clicking sounds with his mouth, feeling an indescribable envy in his heart.

This Zhou Zhou Bapi has such deep romantic fortune!

It's not uncommon for a gambler who loses money at a gambling house to use his wife or daughter at home to pay off the debt.

But this time is different!

The young girl brought forward to pay the debt is simply impossibly beautiful, truly the most beautiful he has ever seen in his life.

Of course, Ren Yingying might not be inferior, but since she was standing beside Jiang Sishui, the scar-faced man clearly didn't have the courage to look closely at her appearance.

Hearing this, Jiang Sishui was not surprised.

When he first arrived, he had already sized up that young girl in the scene.

At sixteen or seventeen years old, her large eyes were clearly divided into black and white, her gaze flowing like water, shimmering with brilliant radiance.

Her delicate body, sculpted like jade, was spotless and pure; the skin exposed was whiter than snow.

Her exquisite face seemed as if the spiritual beauty of heaven and earth had been gathered into a blade, meticulously carved; her beautiful hair was like clouds, resembling willow threads in April, flowing and lush.

Exquisitely beautiful and uncommon, moving and pitiful.

Below her lotus-like face was a slender neck, followed by her graceful, curving delicate body.

Well-proportioned, with beautiful curves.

On that figure, which seemed as if it would topple with a mere breeze, a faint luster seemed to emanate; 397 combined with that white light garment that was neither silk nor gauze, making her beauty lack a touch of worldly dust.

Glancing at her, she seemed not like a woman of the mortal world.

What was incongruous was that this young woman in white was now standing with her hands on her hips, her willow eyebrows filled with fury, looking extremely angry, which really didn't match the "ethereal" quality of a fairy.

Yet even so, she was undoubtedly a peerless beauty.

No wonder the gambling house boss, knowing she had been cheated, pretended to be stupid and went along with the mistake, insisting on keeping her to pay off the debt.

The scar-faced man noticed Jiang Sishui's gaze, hesitated for a moment, and kindly warned: "Young hero, the character for 'lust' has a knife on top; you must not act impulsively."

Jiang Sishui turned to look: "What do you mean?"

"This young Miss is pretty, no doubt, but if the young hero wants to stand up for her, he should weigh the matter carefully."

"Oh? From what I see, the cultivation of these few is rather ordinary. Could it be… that this gambling house's boss has some powerful backer?"

"Right on the mark!"

The scarred man gave a thumbs-up and said, "This gambling house boss's surname is Zhou. Everyone privately calls him 'Zhou Bapi.'"

"There's a saying: people may get their names wrong, but never their nicknames."

"From that, you can imagine what kind of person this Zhou Bapi is."

"But he's been throwing his weight around here for years, and no one dares to rein him in—all because he has a nephew, a lay disciple of Shaolin."

"A Shaolin disciple…" Jiang Sishui understood.

Shaolin Temple was a holy land of the Wu Lin, one of the leaders of the orthodox path in the jianghu, its strength formidable enough even to stand on equal footing with the imperial court.

And Songshan was right here in Yuzhou; the martial artists here naturally held Shaolin disciples in awe and did not dare to provoke them lightly.

Jiang Sishui looked again at the one-eyed old man and asked, "What's the name of that gambling ghost?"

The scarred man answered without hesitation: "Xuan Yuan San Guang!"

Xuan Yuan San Guang?

Jiang Sishui's eyes narrowed slightly.

Then he thanked the scarred man again, and the latter repeatedly said he didn't dare accept it.

While they were talking, the white-clad young Miss had also been so infuriated by the gambling house boss's imperviousness that she clenched her Yaguan tight.

Zhou Bapi looked to be in his forties or fifties, his complexion pale, dark circles heavy under his eyes, the whites faintly streaked with blood—clearly a man who usually indulged his lusts to excess.

And for a man so enslaved by lust, the attraction of the white-clad young Miss was self-evident.

Watching the white-clad young Miss's frantic state, Zhou Bapi's expression was playful, like a cat admiring a mouse's final struggles beneath its paw.

This woman—he had to have her today!

At the same time, the young Miss, unable to bear it any longer, finally decided to bear it no more.

Just as she was about to make a move, Zhou Bapi's gaze suddenly went blank, his pupils dilated and unfocused, his eyes losing their focus, the whole man seeming to have his soul drained away, becoming a walking corpse.

But this strange state vanished in the blink of an eye.

Only the white-clad young Miss, face-to-face with him and separated by no more than a few chi, noticed it, and could not help but give a soft "huh?"

After Zhou Bapi recovered, he said, "Fine, since you say you were swindled, I'll give you a chance."

The white-clad young Miss had been about to use force when she heard the other side suddenly relent; suspicion rose in her heart: "What chance?"

"Let's have a gamble."

"A gamble?"

"That's right, a gamble! If you win, today's matter is wiped clean, the Miss may stay or go as she pleases, and I will absolutely not stop you."

"And if I lose?"