Chapter 115: The Seller Seeks Glory (Part 2)

  Xiao Ziyang's blood boiled with anger as he gritted his teeth and said: "So what? You're going to betray your former master?"

  "So you're the master? You think you're worthy?!... Your grandfather was beheaded by my own hands, your mother hanged herself in front of me, more than half of the seventy-four members of the Xiao family died at my hands, what are you waiting for... Hmm! Ha, you won't also be like that cowardly father of yours, who didn't even dare to kill, will you?..."

  Xiao Ziyang suddenly disappeared on the spot, pulling out a trail of residual shadows that appeared in front of Jiang He, lifting his leg and pointing it at his dantian.

  This kick didn't seem to be heavy, and it didn't even make Jiang He retreat a step. However, after being kicked, Jiang He's face suddenly turned pale, with a desperate look on his face.

  "You've crippled my martial arts? Haha, you've crippled my martial arts! Why don't you kill me, are you afraid? Haha, Xiao Shouqing! Look at this, isn't this your son? Look, look, his cowardice and yours are like two peas in a pod, even though he's already attained unparalleled martial arts."

  Xiao Ziyang gazed coldly at Jiang He's frenzy, and a hint of a cold smile suddenly appeared on his face. "It seems you're eager for me to kill you, why is that?" As soon as he finished speaking, a purple awn about an inch long suddenly shot out from his eyes!

  At close range, with his spiritual eye, he discovered that there was a faint red glow flashing at the Yintang acupoint between Jiang He's eyebrows.

  "What is this? A spell? What kind of spell? Forgive me for being ignorant... Although I don't recognize it, it doesn't seem too hard to guess..."

  As he watched Xiao Ziyang's purple awns spouting from his eyes, and the cold murmurs coming from his mouth, Jiang He's heart suddenly turned icy.

  "I've heard that there's a type of dark magic curse, once the person cursed is killed, the curse will attach itself to the killer's body and can't be dispelled for many years. The person who cast the curse can easily track down the killer even if they're thousands of miles away. This curse is called the 'Kuanggu Pian Soul Curse'. If I'm not mistaken, the curse on your body is indeed the Kuanggu Pian Soul Curse."

  Xiao Ziyang sneered, "It seems your new master has abandoned you! How does it feel to be betrayed? How does it feel to be discarded like a dog?"

  "You're a monk!" Jiang He's voice was drier than ever.

  "Did you figure it out?"

  Listening to Xiao Ziyang's teasing reply, Jiang He fell backwards, the madness on his face gone, leaving only a deep despair and coldness in his eyes.

  Xiao Ziyang grabbed Jiang He, who was limp and lifeless on the ground, and flew out of the window. While in mid-air, he waved his hand to release the Lingzhou, did a flip, and landed steadily on it, then soared into the sky.

  Xiao Ziyang drove the boat straight out of Jin'an City, following the winding river upstream, flying over a hundred miles, and arrived at a narrow point on the river. The turbulent river's two banks were all steep cliffs dozens of feet high.

  This stretch of river is one of the few shoals in the Jiuchuan River, and Xiao Ziyang has a very deep impression.

  On one side of the riverbank, there was a bottomless fissure on the cliff wall, and he drove the Spirit Boat into the fissure.

  At the bottom of the crack, Xiao Ziyang chose a stone platform and lowered the Lingzhou. He threw Jianghe to the ground.

  "You don't dare kill me." Jiang He suddenly spoke up after remaining silent all along.

  Xiao Ziyang put away the Lingzhou, turned around and coldly laughed at him, "I will kill you, but not now. I will take you to my parents' graves and cut you into a thousand pieces!"

  "Aren't you afraid of the curse of the heel bone?"

  Xiao Ziyang coldly laughed and didn't respond, pointing his finger at the man's brow. A purple energy burst forth from his fingers, instantly wrapping the blood-red curse in layers of purple jade energy.

  Under the gaze of the divine intent, the red talisman was like a lump of ice sugar dissolving in water, being slowly absorbed and assimilated by the purple jade's magical power.

  A wisp of fragrance, Xiao Ziyang withdrew his fingers, and Jiang He suddenly felt as if something was missing from his body. He immediately knew that his last reliance for survival had also disappeared. In despair, he closed his eyes and stopped speaking.

  Xiao Ziyang's fingers moved like the wind, and in an instant, he had pressed more than a dozen acupoints on Jiang He's body. Then, from his storage bag, he took out four iron nails and nailed him to the stone platform in the shape of a large character. The intense pain caused Jiang He's entire body to convulse, but with his acupoints sealed, he was unable to make a sound. Xiao Ziyang then sprinkled high-grade wound medicine on Jiang He's injured hands and feet.

  Watching Xiao Ziyang's meticulous movements, stable hands, and calm expression, Jiang He felt his heart sinking non-stop, as if he had fallen into a deep abyss.

  Carefully applied the best gold medicine for Jiang He's injury, Xiao Ziyang turned around and stepped on the Ling Chuan, flying away without looking back.

  On the surface, Xiao Ziyang was calm, but in his heart, he was not. He had finally uncovered his father's past, but the pain that cut like a knife made him wish he didn't know any of it.

  Recalling his father's gloomy face that had not cracked a smile in over a decade, Xiao Ziyang finally understood the kind of torment he was suffering in his heart. At this moment, he only felt an overwhelming sense of hatred.

  As Xiao Ziyang drove the Lingzhou closer to Jin'ancheng, which was shrouded in night like a sleeping giant, a brilliant light suddenly burst forth from the sky near the mountain top. It turned out that there were powerful cultivators engaging in a fierce battle within the city!

  Looking at the direction of the spiritual light, it was indeed the Fang Guo Gong Fu.

  Xiao Ziyang descended onto a tall tree in a forest with higher terrain, his figure landing on the highest branch. He gazed afar at the radiant spiritual light in the distant sky and knew that the cultivators of the Murong family had made their move.

  Half an hour later, the distant spiritual light finally subsided, and suddenly a black as ink escape light shot out from the Doufa like a meteor, leaving the capital in an instant, rapidly disappearing into the eastern horizon. Several escape lights chased for dozens of miles before reluctantly giving up.

  Xiao Ziyang jumped down from the big tree, exerting his lightness skill to rush towards Jin'an City. On this eventful night, he did not dare to fly away, lest he be affected by the misfortune of others.

  The next day, Xiao Ziyang followed the morning crowd into the Jin'an City Gate and took a horse-drawn carriage to the front of the Weiguo Gongfu, where the scene was already bustling with activity. Countless carriages had almost completely blocked the wide street in front of the gate.

  The people blocked at both ends of the street did not dare to have any dissatisfaction, because even the worst of those carriages was wrapped in a layer of green brocade, and there were many carriages with gold and silver packages.

  At least fourth-rank officials could have their carriages wrapped in green silk. Carriages with brocade had to be of second rank or higher, and only dukes and above could use them. Gold was a color reserved for the imperial family.

  Xiao Ziyang got off the carriage, looked around at the situation, shook his head, and then turned back to sit in the carriage. He ordered the coachman to drive around a big circle and come to a side door of the Weiguo Gong Fu.

  This side door is where the lower-class people enter and exit, generally guests with status would never walk through here.