allendalepharm Chapter 8 is bad; they're in cahoots.
Chapter 8 is bad; they're in cahoots.
Fu Yu ignored Duan Yu's words, her beautiful eyes fixed on Luo Su until Luo Su nodded, then she smiled slightly and said, "My grandmother is also a disciple of the Xiaoyao Sect. This time it's really a case of the flood washing away the Dragon King's temple; we don't even recognize our own kind."
"I see." Russell pretended to suddenly understand and continued, "You are disciples of the sorceress Wu Xingyun."
"Indeed! Indeed!" Hearing Russell reveal Tianshan Tonglao's real name, Fu Yu was completely relieved, and her smile became even more genuine. She quickly sheathed her sword and bowed gracefully to Russell: "I didn't know it was a senior uncle from the Xiaoyao Sect who had arrived. I apologize for any offense I may have caused!"
Although they were curious as to why Russell, at such a young age, called his grandmother "senior sister" instead of "senior uncle," they believed him since he had said so.
The two sides turned hostility into friendship, and the conflict was averted. The atmosphere in the room immediately relaxed, which should have been a happy ending for everyone.
Sikong Xuan, who was lying paralyzed to the side, pale with pain, felt a sudden chill run through his body as he listened to the conversation.
They're in cahoots!
It seems like he's been set up!
……
That night, the palace was brightly lit.
At the banquet held in Wuliang Cave, Russell, along with Duan Yu who had been cured of the poison and Zhong Ling who had been released, sat peacefully on the left side at the head of the table. The four Lingjiu Palace envoys, led by Fu Yu, sat on the right side at the head of the table. However, the original hosts of this place, Zuo Zimu, the leader of the Eastern Sect, and Xin Shuangqing, the leader of the Western Sect, could only sit at the lower end of the table with Sikong Xuan, the leader of the Shennong Gang, and their expressions were inevitably somewhat stiff.
After several rounds of drinks, Fu Yu put down her jade chopsticks and looked at Luo Su: "My sister and I will be returning to Lingjiu Palace tomorrow. Would you like to come along, Uncle-Master?"
Fu Yu and the others were adopted and taught by Tianshan Tonglao since childhood. They only heard Tonglao mention the past of the Xiaoyao Sect and a few fellow disciples, but they did not know that some of them had already turned against each other and were like oil and water. In her opinion, since Luo Su was a successor of the Xiaoyao Sect, he was the Venerable Master's fellow disciple, and it was only right to invite him back.
They could ignore all that, but Russell couldn't. If he really went there, wouldn't it be disastrous if the accounts didn't match up? So he immediately declined, saying, "My master ordered me to venture into the Central Plains. I will go to Tianshan to visit my senior sister after some time."
"What you say is true, Uncle-Master. Traveling the world is also a form of cultivation." Fu Yu was simple-minded and did not think too much about it. He nodded and said, "Then I will take my leave first and return to the palace to inform the Venerable One. At that time, I will prepare tea and wait for Uncle-Master at Lingjiu Palace."
Compared to Fu Yu's decisiveness, Zhong Ling, who was standing to the side, was still confused and kept pestering Duan Yu with questions. She didn't understand how they, who were clearly fighting and killing each other at the beginning, were suddenly sitting at a table drinking and chatting happily.
Duan Yu had no choice but to lower his voice and explain the relationships between the "Xiaoyao Sect" and "Lingjiu Palace," which sounded very powerful, to her in a way that made him a little dizzy himself.
And so, the banquet was halfway over.
Sikong Xuan finally couldn't hold back any longer. He walked to the center of the banquet hall, knelt down with a thud, and said to Luo Su and Fu Yu, "Young Hero Luo, Holy Envoy Fu, I, Sikong Xuan, am no match for you. But those eighteen disciples are innocent. I beg you two to save their lives!"
Ugh……
Zuo Zimu and Xin Shuangqing exchanged a glance, both seeing a trace of sorrow in each other's eyes, a sense of shared grief.
The fact that the leaders of a powerful faction were so obsequious shows that they had already foreseen their own future.
"How dare you!" Fu Yu's pretty face turned cold. This was a banquet she had specially hosted for her uncle from the Xiaoyao Sect, and she couldn't tolerate Sikong Xuan ruining her mood like this.
In her eyes, Sikong Xuan, along with the entire Shennong Gang, was nothing more than an outer force subdued by Lingjiu Palace, no different from a gatekeeper or guard. They were just a few lives; once they died, they were gone. Why bring them up at a banquet to entertain fellow disciples and uncles, only to annoy people for no reason?
Russell raised his hand, signaling Fu Yu to calm down, then turned to Zhong Ling and said, "You and your parents seem to have a pretty good relationship, right?"
As soon as these words were spoken, the previously tense atmosphere suddenly became strange, and all eyes turned to Russell.
Is that even human language you're talking about? You don't have a good relationship with your parents?
Although she felt like a million grass mud horses were galloping through her mind, Zhong Ling still blinked her big eyes and obediently said, "My parents love me very much. Since you went to deliver the message, Brother Luo, they will definitely come by tomorrow at the latest."
"Then we'll wait until tomorrow," Russell said, picking up his glass and taking a small sip without a trace of pity. "If they come with the antidote tomorrow, you'll live; if they don't, you'll die."
What do you mean by innocent? That's pure nonsense.
A few days ago, the Shennong Gang besieged the Wuliang Sword Sect with ruthless methods. They wanted to kill Duan Yu and Zhong Ling because they were worried that they were spies. If it weren't for that, Sikong Xuan and the eighteen gang members would not have been bitten by the Lightning Sable.
Ultimately, today's bitter fruit is the result of the evil deeds sown yesterday; it is all our own fault.
"This..." Sikong Xuan thought that Luo Su had clear features and a gentle temperament, so he must be a soft-hearted and easy-going person. That's why he pleaded in public, hoping to gain some sympathy. But he didn't expect that this seemingly gentle young man would be so hard-hearted.
He opened his mouth, wanting to say something more, but when he met Fu Yu's unfriendly gaze, all the words stuck in his throat. In the end, he could only lower his head dejectedly and say bitterly, "It's all up to you, young hero."
Fortunately, Zhong Ling was not lying. The three of them had a really good relationship. The next day at noon, Gan Baobao arrived at Wuliang Mountain in a hurry, holding a small white porcelain bottle in her hand.
"Mother, why are you here? Where is Father?"
No matter how clever and mischievous Zhong Ling is, she is still just a sixteen-year-old girl. Having gone through a near-death experience, she could hardly contain herself when she saw her mother and rushed straight into Gan Baobao's arms to snuggle up to her.
While gently patting her daughter's back to comfort her, Gan Baobao glanced at Russell, who was standing with his hands behind his back beside her, with a slightly strange expression. She said in a low voice with some embarrassment, "Your father sparred with Young Master Luo the other day and suffered some internal injuries. He needs to rest for a while and it is inconvenient for him to travel far."
"I thought so too!" Zhong Ling lifted her head from her mother's arms, a hint of smugness on her face. "Brother Luo's martial arts are so high; he mentioned going to Wanjie Valley before, so I guessed Father would definitely suffer! And I was right!"
"You silly girl, how can you talk about your father like that?" Gan Baobao gently poked her daughter's forehead, her eyes filled with complicated emotions.
It would be a lie to say that he had no feelings for Zhong Wanchou, but it would also be nonsense to say that those feelings were very deep.
Therefore, even though Zhong Wanchou's martial arts were crippled by Russell and he was half-crippled, she did not harbor much resentment towards Russell, let alone the fact that his family was in the wrong first.
Given the circumstances at the time, even if Russell had killed Zhong Wanchou with his palm, it could only be blamed on their inferior skills; there was nothing else to say.
Seeing that Sikong Xuan and the others had taken the antidote, sat cross-legged and circulated their internal energy to expel the poison, and their complexions were gradually improving, Gan Baobao led Zhong Ling and bowed gracefully to Luo Su: "Young Master Luo, now that the antidote has been delivered, I will take Ling'er and return to the valley first."