Chapter 1095

Qin Huang Ying Zheng, Your Majesty, a man of grand ambitions and sweeping strategies.

A mere treasure in the northern frontier — perhaps the Qin Ting knows of it, but considers it beneath their notice?

After all, among the martial artists he had observed along the way, not one had reached the Earthly Immortal Realm.

Gai Nie set his mind at ease, then sat cross-legged on the small bed, focused his spirit and guarded his origin, and began listening for any movement.

The Vertical and Horizontal School's internal cultivation method also has its own unique merits.

One vertical, one horizontal — seemingly opposed, yet in truth able to complement each other.

Although Gai Nie had only learned the Vertical lineage's internal cultivation method, once his power was urged into motion, every sound and movement throughout the entire inn fell clearly into his ears.

The chirping of insects, the sound of wind — not the slightest was missed.

So long as the Six Ghosts of the Yellow River spoke again, Gai Nie would certainly not miss it.

But after listening intently for half a quarter-hour, he never again heard the voices of the Six Ghosts of the Yellow River.

Instead, from the main hall and the inn's other guest rooms came occasional discussions about the Great Zhou relics of Manghuang Mountain.

Over and over, it was who had entered Manghuang Mountain together with whom, how many days ago.

And after that, never any news again.

Many felt uneasy in their hearts, yet could not let go of their covetous desire for the Great Zhou relics.

So the discussion went back and forth, all concluding that the next day they must enter the mountain to investigate.

After listening for so long without a single useful piece of news, Gai Nie was just preparing to withdraw his cultivation.

Suddenly he heard a startled cry rise from the main hall.

"Ah! Hall Master Zhu, how come you're here?"

In the main hall, countless martial artists all cried out in unison — clearly, the person entering the inn was of great renown.

Gai Nie was wondering just who had arrived.

Unexpectedly, that person spoke up directly,

"This Great Zhou relic of Manghuang Mountain, naturally I also want it.

Everyone, you don't mind Old Zhu coming uninvited, do you?"

"How could we dare? With Hall Master Zhu here, the likes of us surely have no fortune to obtain this treasure — we take our leave."

"Indeed! Hall Master Zhu's chivalry spreads throughout the realm. Once my third brother received the grace of you saving his life.

Since Hall Master Zhu wants it, the likes of us are willing to follow behind Hall Master Zhu, to serve you at your stirrup and bridle."

Once Hall Master Zhu said this, the gathered martial artists vied to express the same.

Roughly a small portion of them declared outright they would withdraw from the treasure hunt, and left on the spot.

The remaining majority actually proclaimed they would follow Hall Master Zhu and serve him.

The moment Gai Nie heard Hall Master Zhu speak, he felt the man's voice was familiar.

But for the moment could not recall who this person actually was.

After Hall Master Zhu exchanged pleasantries with these martial artists in the main hall for a while, he suddenly sent a voice transmission to Gai Nie, saying,

"Hero Gai, since you've arrived, why not come and see an old friend?"

Gai Nie's heart stirred, and at once he realized who this person was.

He no longer hid in the storage room; his form flashed, and he quietly arrived at the second-floor corridor.

Looking down, he indeed saw a short, stocky figure, his face covered by a layer of theatrical mask, gazing up at him.

At this moment, the theatrical mask displayed an expression of joy.

This person was precisely one of the six hall masters of the Agriculturalist School, the hall master of Zhuge Shennong Hall whose name for benevolence and righteousness spread throughout the realm — Zhu Jia!

In his early years wandering the jianghu, Gai Nie had indeed had some intersection with him.

He had even been respectfully addressed by him as the Sword Saint of Great Qin, and received generous courtesy.

Though there was no deep friendship, they could still be counted as old acquaintances.

"Hall Master Zhu Jia, Gai Nie pays his respects."

Since it was Zhu Jia in person, Gai Nie naturally clasped his sword in salute, without the slightest concealment of his identity.

"Gai Nie? He's Gai Nie?"

The martial artists in the main hall had all been clustered around Zhu Jia.

Hearing Gai Nie's words now, their expressions all changed dramatically.

After all, Gai Nie had not only once been the chief swordsman of the Great Qin palace, but was now also Great Qin's number one wanted criminal.

To apprehend Gai Nie, Great Qin had offered an extremely high bounty — one copy of a Mystic-grade Wu Gong secret record.

Many people wished to capture Gai Nie in exchange for the Qin Ting's reward.

But Gai Nie's strength was truly not something ordinary people could compare to.

Unless a master above the Heavenly Being Realm took action, capturing Gai Nie would be exceedingly difficult.

And a Heavenly Being Realm master would not possibly come to pursue Gai Nie for the sake of a single Mystic-grade Wu Gong secret record.

After all, with that much effort, one might as well cultivate a bit more.

"Brother Gai, why have you revealed your own identity?"

The theatrical mask on Zhu Jia's face shifted, becoming the bitter expression.

Clearly he had not expected Gai Nie to announce his identity publicly.

"Gai Nie and Hall Master Zhu are friends of gentlemen — there's no need to hide one's head and show one's tail, is there!"

Gai Nie smiled carelessly; in any case, over these past three months he had already endured countless pursuits.

Yet he was still standing here.

As for his own strength, Gai Nie was extremely confident.

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