Bombarding Cultivators with Cluster Artillery-Chapter 89 - 82 Dislike_1

"Who is it!"

"Who wants to frame me?"

Chen Xi’s shock and anger were palpable, and even a careful look could reveal a trace of panic deep in her eyes.

Young Lord Bai Hua, Wan You, was no ordinary man!

He was the head of the Sect of Ziwei Sword, a Xiantian Martial Artist, and the only son of the ’Ten Flower Sword Fairy’, Wan Qianyu. He had lost his only son in his old age, and Chen Xi dared not even think about how insane the other party would be!

Though she was the emperor’s beloved eldest princess, even with ’Divine Poison Doctor’ Granny Liu protecting her, she couldn’t preserve her life against a completely insane Xiantian Martial Artist.

But she hadn’t done it at all!

Although it looked like her people had moved against him.

"It was Qingyi Building."

The scene was chaotic, but the only one who remained composed, Granny Liu, spoke slowly, "Someone must have offered a great price on Wan You’s life to achieve some goal. If nothing goes wrong, Xiaoying will soon perish, assassinated by a Qingyi Building hitman disguised as her."

"Even a Xiantian Martial Artist took action to cover her identity, eluding even me."

She caressed the caved-in chest of the female official, Xiaoying, for a moment, then removed a mask as thin as cicada wings, revealing an ordinary face underneath.

The royal golden-armored guards, composed purely of upright Inner Qi Realm Martial Artists, sealed off the area, forbidding anyone from entering or leaving, and waited for officials from the Imperial House and Chizhong Mansion to arrive.

"Right, it’s not related to me."

Chen Xi’s expression softened a bit, she said hopefully, "The Sect Leader of Ziwei Sword, the elder Wan Qianyu, wouldn’t take his anger out on me, right?"

"What do you think?"

Granny Liu smiled.

"Back then, just because Wan You was insulted, she dared to attack the Jindao School and almost beat Patriarch Jin Dao to death. Now, heh, her only son has died..."

"Granny, let’s return to the capital."

Chen Xi’s face went through several changes, she sent someone to order the prefect of Chizhong Mansion to give Wan You a grand burial, trying to mitigate the fury of that crazed Xiantian, and then she left directly with her people.

It wasn’t just her making a hasty escape. All the major forces in the city that had disciples appear at the site immediately put them under temporary house arrest. At the same time, they sent a couple of family branches to scatter and relocate elsewhere, making alternate preparations.

The whole Chizhong Mansion plunged into panic.

Apart from the common folk who knew nothing, all the powers within the mansion were on edge, recalling all their disciples. Those who could keep a low profile did so as much as possible, and the public order improved a lot because of it.

Jiang Ding also foresaw the possibility of a Xiantian Martial Artist taking out his anger and left in advance.

Qingyi Building!

A well-known assassin organization, feared by everyone in Jianghu, with a long legacy, jointly referred to as ’the Two Towers’ along with Tianjilou in Jianghu.

Before the ’Three Sects, Six Schools, and Eight Great Heroes,’ there was ’the Two Towers’, Tianji and Qingyi!

Both were ancient powers that have existed in Yue Country for a long time, watching indifferently as dynasties and sects rose and fell with time.

Turning a corner, he emerged as a graceful young man with a longsword at his waist and a handsome face.

...

Long Xiuyun hurried her steps, gave some instructions at the Sihai Business Association branch in Chizhong Mansion and made a plan similar to Chen Xi’s—to flee far away.

And unlike Chen Xi, who could hide in the imperial palace, she planned to find a secluded place and lie low for a while.

Although she was not connected to the matter at all, there was no helping it; the Sihai Business Association was much weaker, and in a rage, the ’Ten Flower Sword Fairy’ might take her life with a casual swordstroke without the Association even making an inquiry.

"Xiuyun, it has nothing to do with you, why be so fearful?" asked a handsome young man with bright eyes filled with spirit.

"Brother Song, as a well-known true disciple of Qingniugong, naturally you don’t understand the helplessness of us from smaller sects and families," Long Xiuyun said with a wry smile. "You’d best not take it too lightly. That Xiantian could very well fall into madness and might not even regard his future, and the Sect of Ziwei Sword might not take it into consideration."

She too was a disciple of Qingniugong, but only in name.

The man before her, on the other hand, was renowned across the world. Previously attacked by the Wolf God Cult and Zhendonghou Mansion in an attempt to capture him alive, he not only counter-killed his attackers but captured one on the brink of suicide, delivering them to a Xiantian master of Qingniugong for interrogation to learn the truth behind it all.

That was connected to Zhendong Marquis’s early troop mobilization.

Ninth on the Dragon and Phoenix List, ’Green God Sword’ Song Qing!

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A true disciple of Qingniugong, a figure qualified to inherit the Daoist lineage of Qingniugong in the future.

"I understand."

Song Qing’s expression also became serious.

Even with his pride, he didn’t believe he could do much in front of a crazed Xiantian Martial Artist.

Just as Long Xiuyun was about to leave after making all the arrangements, the elderly steward of Chizhong Mansion hurried in, handing over a gold plaque: "Miss, a guest of utmost importance has arrived, and according to the rules of the Trading Company, the highest-ranking person here should receive them. What are your orders?"

Long Xiuyun was startled and took the gold plaque.

The gold plaque represented the highest level of guest at the Sihai Trading Company, who were either Xiantian experts or those with the potential to become one. Even if her father were here, he would have to receive them with great respect.

"Sister Xiuyun, then I’ll step aside for a moment."

Song Qing gave a respectful bow.

"No need," Long Xiuyun said with a wave of her hand, a show of magnanimity: "This Master Jiang is of the same kind as you, brother, it would be good for you to meet each other."

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"Seventh Uncle, please bring the esteemed guest in."

"The same kind of person?"

Song Qing was startled and contemplated, as if he had thought of something.

The elderly steward of Chizhong Mansion hesitated with words on the tip of his tongue.

By the rules, receiving a guest of such importance required the highest-ranking person in the Trading Company to personally greet them, and no outsiders should be present. Such esteemed guests were usually recluses, of different temperaments but mostly preferring quiet.

"What’s wrong, Seventh Uncle?"

Seeing him still standing there, Long Xiuyun inquired.

"I’m on it, Miss."

The elderly steward didn’t dare to disrespect her further and, with a respectful bow, he quickly left.

Although he addressed her casually as Seventh Uncle, he understood his own position; he was just a side branch of the Long’s, and ultimately, the Trading Company followed the lead of the main branch where the leader resided.

Jiang Ding was respectfully welcomed into the parlor by the old steward.

"Long Xiuyun greets Master Jiang," Long Xiuyun stood up: "It is an honor for our association to have Master Jiang visit."

"I greet Miss Long."

Jiang Ding politely said.

"Master Jiang, this is the ’Green Spirit Sword’ Song Qing, ranked ninth on the Dragon and Phoenix List," Long Xiuyun introduced courteously: "He heard of your visit and came especially to make your acquaintance."

Song Qing gave a respectful bow: "Are you the ’Dream Eating Sword Demon’ Jiang Ding? What a pleasure to meet you."

Like many in the Jianghu, he was quite curious about this newcomer who suddenly ranked fourth on the Dragon and Phoenix List.

"A pleasure indeed."

Jiang Ding revealed a slight smile and returned the bow.

Inwardly, his good impression of the Sihai Trading Company dropped sharply.

Interacting with people meant potential trouble for him, especially when decisions were made without first consulting him, effectively sharing his whereabouts, requirements, and realm with possible enemies without his permission.

He endured the pleasantries for a short while and declined Song Qing’s invitation for a bout. Jiang Ding stated his purpose: "Miss Long, I am looking to purchase some Centennial Ginseng."

"Centennial Ginseng... That’s not for sale,"

Long Xiuyun hesitated.

Centennial Ginseng was extremely valuable and typically only exchanged among major powers; she had not encountered someone coming alone to request it before.

"May I ask from which sect or clan do you come?"

The color drained slightly from the face of the old steward; he frantically gave eye signals and sent a silent message.

"I am but a lone martial artist with no sect," Jiang Ding obviously showed displeasure, stood up, and politely said, "Since the association does not have what I need, I shall take my leave."

With those words, he left without paying heed to the old steward’s attempt to retain him.

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