Chapter 1500: A Small Temple Can Accommodate All Great Buddhas, The Fallen Hall Master Disturbs the Southern Domain

Chapter 1484: The Small Temple Can Accommodate All Great Buddhas, The Fallen Hall Master Roams Nan Yu

In Nan Yu,

At the Fugui Kezhan,

This was a land rife with wanted criminals and murderers, where inns and brothels always served as the fastest hubs for information exchange.

Currently, the Fugui Kezhan was packed to the brim, with various outlaws and villains from all corners flocking in, chatting excitedly:

“Damn, have you heard? Dao Dianzhu has been demoted to a commoner and put on a three-stick incense bounty!”

“Where’d you get that nonsense? The Dao Dianzhu you mean—is it the one from the Ten Seats?”

“Exactly! Now his sister has taken over, titled Xuanji Dianzhu. Oh boy, I’ve already imagined a ten-thousand-word betrayal plot in my head. It’s freaking thrilling!”

“Pfft, you’re making that up. Dao Dianzhu getting backstabbed?”

“You bet! I also heard Shou Ye has killed his way to Yu Jing Cheng and signed a contract with a ghost beast—that’s fresh intel straight from the source!”

“Ha! Shou Ye pulling that off? I could believe it, but isn’t that too quick, brother? Yu Jing Cheng is at the foot of Gui Zhe Sheng Shan, with all those semi-saints watching. Is he just rushing in to die?”

“Kid, you don’t get it!”

“Oh? Got some insights, brother?”

“It’s all for a woman! We all know Shou Ye has a junior sister from the Lei Shi clan, the last survivor… And who’s the new Xuanji Dianzhu? You newcomers might not know, but I’ve dug it up—she’s the mastermind behind the destruction of the Tai Xu Lei family back in the day… Ever heard of ‘Lei Jia Tong,’ once renowned across the world?”

“Oh? So there’s a connection?”

“A huge one! With Shou Ye’s personality, as soon as Xuanji Dianzhu took power, he’d charge straight to Yu Jing Cheng to get justice for his junior sister. He’s got scores to settle, one by one!”

“Is that from intel?”

“Uh, that’s my personal reasonable guess…”

“Bullshit! Get out!”

The inn erupted into a brawl.

But everyone held back, and the old guy spreading “reasonable guesses” was taking hits while laughing it off and begging for mercy—it was clearly routine for him.

As dusk fell by the window, a young man in a black robe sat at a square table, with a walking stick leaning against the wall.

He wore a bamboo hat that covered half his face, and in the bustling inn hall, he slightly lifted his head, revealing a black cloth over his eyes.

“Hey, kid, playing at being Lei Shuang Xing?”

A drunk, burly man staggered over with a wine jug, eyeing the youth’s upright posture and impressive build, his fleshy face twisting into a leering grin:

“Not bad taste at all. I’ve roamed Fugui Street for ten years, seen plenty of Ba Zun An, but not many Lei Shuang Xing.”

“And hey, that divine extraction staff of yours looks pretty authentic. Hic—”

A wave of boozy breath hit.

The drunkard lurched forward, nearly falling into the black-robed youth’s arms, while his hand reached for the walking stick by the wall.

The commotion by the window quickly drew the attention of most in the inn, as people turned to watch.

“It’s Lei Niao again!”

“He’s eyeing a new target—trying to force himself on someone?”

“That kid looks tough. I’ve got a hunch Lei Niao’s in for a bad time!”

“So what if he is? In these seven streets, everyone gives face to the Hei Ying Bang, and Lei Niao’s their deputy…”

Before the words were out, as Lei Niao stumbled into the embrace,

The black-robed youth elbowed him, caving in the big man’s chest and snapping a few ribs, making him spit blood.

“Damn!”

Lei Niao sobered up and tried to fight back.

But the youth hooked his foot behind Lei Niao’s knee, forcing him to kneel on the spot.

As Lei Niao’s head lunged down toward the table, he barely stopped himself, then tried to curse.

The youth rammed his knee up, flipping the table and sending the teacup crashing into Lei Niao’s face with tremendous force.

“Ah—!”

Lei Niao screamed, his face covered in blood and shattered teacup shards, in utter agony.

“Kid, you’re asking for it!”

He raised his fists, but the youth grabbed the chopstick holder from the table, flicked his fingers, and two wooden chopsticks pierced his throat.

“Ugh… ugh… ugh…”

Lei Niao clutched his throat, eyes bulging, blood gushing between his fingers.

“Dead!?”

It was over too fast!

Though killings weren’t rare in Nan Yu, Lei Niao was a local big shot.

Hadn’t he shown any of his near Dao Realm cultivation or his body-hardening skills?

Chopsticks through the throat, and he was gone just like that?

“Outrageous!”

A dozen burly figures jumped up from their tables in the Fugui Kezhan, eyes wide with fury:

“You little punk, do you know who Lei…”

Bang bang bang bang bang!

The youth emptied the chopstick holder and lowered his sleeve, and the dozen figures clutched their throats and collapsed together.

Thud!

Only then did Lei Niao’s limp body hit the ground.

Lei Shuang Xing slapped a spirit crystal on the damaged table.

“Clear them away, and bring more tea.”

The entire inn fell silent!

The waiter was the first to react.

After a loud “Yes, sir!”, he hurriedly served fresh tea and dragged Lei Niao’s body outside.

The inn’s patrons trembled, helping each other haul the remaining bodies out to the street.

“Lei Shuang Xing?”

“Holy shit, the real Sheng Nu Lei Shuang Xing is here!”

“Damn, a living ancient sword cultivator—I’m learning something new. So that untouched staff really is the divine extraction one?”

“It’s a famous sword, all right. Why else would he come to Nan Yu?”

“That must be one of the Qi Jian Xian. Maybe he’s heading straight for the Feng family in Nan Yu to demand why Shou Ye made the list and he didn’t.”

“Damn! That’d be epic. I’d love to see it! And does he have Lei Jia Tong…”

“Shh! I heard his eyes were gouged out as a kid—that’s why he’s got that black cloth. He survived thanks to Ba Zun An!”

“Holy shit! Holy shit! Good brother, let’s move the bodies first and talk outside, outside!”

After a brief silence in the inn, the chatter resumed, with everyone pointing at the figure by the window.

As long as they didn’t provoke him, he probably wouldn’t kill—they said Sheng Nu had principles, and Lei Shuang Xing didn’t seem like a bloodthirsty type.

Slap.

The waiter finished serving the tea and clearing the bodies.

As he turned, he saw Lei Shuang Xing place a black token on the table.

The inn paused for a moment, then exploded with excitement, as groups of burly men hugged each other in glee:

“Holy shit! A Sheng Nu token!”

“I’m seeing something new—I’ve been an outlaw for years and finally laid eyes on a real Sheng Nu token!”

“I’m from Si Fu Tu Zhi Cheng, and even I haven’t seen one.”

“Oh yeah? Well, I’m from Can Yue Xian Cheng!”

“Then I’m from Sheng Shen Dian Tang—wait, no, I’m Xuanji Dianzhu’s granduncle!”

The waiter, ignoring the buzz behind him, knelt in fearful service, prostrating by the table: “Sir, is there… anything you need?”

Lei Shuang Xing picked up his teacup calmly and said, “The Hua Cao Ge branch is here, right? Get the person in charge. I want the specific intel on Shou Ye in Yu Jing Cheng.”

“Yes, yes!”

The waiter nodded repeatedly and shouted, “Boss!”

Amid the curious stares, the guy who’d been spreading “reasonable guesses” earlier squeezed out from the crowd. “I’m the old innkeeper.”

“Holy shit!”

The room erupted in crude exclamations again.

“Go on,” Lei Shuang Xing said without turning his head, slapping down another spirit crystal.

“Lei Qianbei, everything I said earlier is true—firsthand intel, no mistakes…”

“Oh, and the only uncertain part is whether Shou Ye publicly beheaded Xuanji Dianzhu—we’re still verifying that.”

“Lei Xi Er.” Lei Shuang Xing uttered the name softly.

A low murmur rose in the Fugui Kezhan:

“Oh yeah, they both have ‘Lei’—Lei Shuang Xing is also a Lei family survivor!”

“Holy shit, you think… are Lei Shuang Xing and Lei Xi Er brother and sister, or something?”

“Most likely…”

The old innkeeper paused, then quickly clarified: “That was definitely my personal reasonable guess.”

“No!”

A voice suddenly echoed from outside the Fugui Kezhan.

Thud thud thud…

In response, the tables, chopsticks, spirit swords—even the divine extraction staff leaning against the wall—began to hum and vibrate.

“Sword intent!”

Everyone turned in shock.

A dignified middle-aged man stepped over the bodies and entered the inn.

He had bright eyes, red lips, and a pristine appearance, wearing an open-chested white robe that added a dash of roguish charm to his upright aura.

“Who’s this?”

“Another ancient sword cultivator? But I don’t recognize him.”

“Sword intent? What level is that—kind of weak? Innate sword intent?”

As the white-robed middle-aged man entered, some in the crowded inn finally recognized his face.

Suddenly, a cry rang out:

“Holy shit! Dao Dianzhu?!”

Dao Dianzhu—Dao Qiong Cang?

This stunned everyone.

The Sheng Shen Dian Tang’s head hall master, perched at the peak of Gui Zhe Sheng Shan, hadn’t shown his face in the outside world for decades!

People’s impressions of him were limited to those cursed wanted posters with darts stuck in them, or the sketchy spirit crystal carvings from trading houses for verification.

“You’re Dao Qiong Cang?”

“Imposter, right? Dao Dianzhu coming to Nan Yu? Ha, that’s hilarious!”

“Pfft, I can’t hold it in—inborn sword intent for Dao Qiong Cang? You guys must be joking, kahaha…”

“Wait, everyone calm down—Dao Dianzhu’s been wanted too, so hiding in Nan Yu makes sense…”

“Ha! Dao Qiong Cang hiding? Brother, what kind of Ba Zun An joke is that? Those words don’t go together! Wahaha!”

“This is wild! Your intel’s spot-on for role-playing… Impressive! I’m sold without even leaning on the wall.”

Dao Qiong Cang, in his white robe, walked into the inn amid the mockery.

The strange atmosphere made the laughter gradually fade.

Suddenly, he spread his arms wide, savoring the thrill of the spirit swords’ hum, then pressed his hands down sharply.

“Quiet.”

Whoosh…

The chopsticks stopped shaking.

The spirit swords ceased trembling.

The entire Fugui Kezhan fell into silence.

Dao Qiong Cang surveyed the room with arrogant pride, his lips curling into a smirk as he said lightly:

“Does this humble one have the bearing of a Jian Xian?”

The whole inn froze for a second, then burst into laughter, with people slapping their thighs and wiping tears.

“Damn!”

“That’s priceless!”

“Brother, you’re nailing it… I heard Dao Dianzhu has the nickname ‘Sao Bao Lao Dao.’ Your vibe is pure sass!”

“Yes! With that move, you’re not just among the Qi Jian Xian—you could be the ‘First Jian Xian.’ Hua Lai Bei Tian might not welcome Shou Ye, but they’d roll out the carpet for you, Sao Bao Lao Dao!”

“Ha! You’re too funny, brother…”

It wasn’t just the inborn sword intent Dao Qiong Cang who was entertaining.

This sassy guy, after hyping up the crowd, slung an arm around a burly man, shoving wine and meat into both their mouths as he chuckled:

“How about it, brother? Ten Seats Dao Qiong Cang, the enigmatic Dao Qiong Cang, former Sheng Shen Dian Tang hall master Dao Qiong Cang, with his arm around your shoulder, chugging booze and devouring meat—feels good, right?”

The burly man embraced the moment, his pores tingling as if constipation had been cured: “Good! Damn, it feels amazing! I’ll take you as my brother, Dao Qiong Cang!”

Sao Bao Lao Dao laughed and set down the wine jug: “So, is it the Ba Zun An hugging you that feels good, or me, Dao Qiong Cang?”

“Damn! You know how to play!” The big man beamed. “Both feel good! You both at once would be the best! Wahaha…”

The inn’s atmosphere hit a new peak.

Truth be told, running into such a fun “big shot” was the best entertainment for Nan Yu’s outlaws.

The Fugui Kezhan was buzzing inside,

And outside, a crowd had gathered, with nearby folks all wanting in on the Dao Qiong Cang fun.

“Hey, don’t shove me—who are you…”

“Holy shit! You’re a sassy one too!”

Amid the comments, a one-armed swordsman in white robes squeezed in, a long sword at his waist with a faint golden hue and a murmuring song-like aura.

He kept his head down, a shadow of gloom on his face, and quickly moved to a corner seat, almost fading into transparency as he sat.

Dao Qiong Cang glanced over arrogantly.

After drawing everyone’s eyes, he flung his sleeve dramatically and called out:

“Gou Wu Yue, does this humble one have the bearing of a Jian Xian?”

The inn fell silent instantly, then exploded again.

“Wahaha!”

“Holy shit! Gou Wu Yue? Wait, is that one-armed guy playing Wu Yue Jian Xian?”

“Damn, are you trying to kill me laughing, then inherit my seven hundred twenty-three spirit crystals, Dao Qiong Cang? And you, Gou Wu Yue! That name’s cracking me up—I’ve finally had my day!”

“This is gold! But gotta say, their intel’s timely—I heard Wu Yue Jian Xian escaped the Dead Sea…”

“Pfft, help me up, I can’t get off the floor.”

“Who are you? Why are you pushing in? Are you someone too?”

Following close behind, a short, black-clad old man shoved through the door. This one looked vicious, with a menacing presence.

But after scrutinizing him, the people at the entrance couldn’t place who this third character was playing.

“The old guy’s short, but that broadsword’s long and looks like quality spirit ware—what grade is it?”

“Ah! My hand!”

As soon as the words left his mouth, the black-clad old man’s sword turned and sliced the speaker’s hand clean off, blood spurting everywhere.

This cooled the mood for everyone.

“Who!”

The man clutched his stump, yelling in shock, half-rising: “Who the hell are you playing?”

“I’m playing Sha Shen Wei… damn it!”

The black-clad old man glared coldly and corrected himself: “I’m just Wei Feng. Who are you playing, huh? Bark again and I’ll chop you—scram!”

“Wei Feng? Who’s Wei Feng?”

The black-clad old man’s vision darkened. You know Gou Wu Yue, but not me?

“Sha Shen Wei Feng!” he barked back.

“What the hell is that… Ah—!”

Before he finished, not just his hand—his head was cleaved off by the broadsword.

Wei Feng wiped the blood from his blade on the corpse, sighed in exasperation, shook his head, and walked into the inn.

Behind him, someone slapped their forehead.

“Holy shit! I got it—he’s playing San Di Wei Feng, Sha Shen Wei Feng!”

“Wahaha, he’s nailed the essence—straight to killing without a word!”

This guy chopped people like vegetables and didn’t look easy to mess with.

But deaths in Nan Yu were commonplace. If this trio survived tomorrow, they’d have real skills.

For now, the best show was still inside the inn.

With the Sheng Shen Dian Tang trio…

And the lone Sheng Nu…

Something was bound to go down!