Chapter 535 - 323: An Anticlimax

Chapter 535: Chapter 323: An Anticlimax

Luo Guan forced a bitter smile. "I believe you. But please, out of consideration for a veteran who has defended the battlefield for a hundred years, allow me to explain."

Zhuo Feiming remained silent, merely lowering the tip of her spear slightly.

Luo Guan kept his hands raised, his body bent.

"Lord Honglian, Gao must have been led astray. The kid hasn’t even been a Martial Saint for ten years, and he doesn’t understand the stakes. And he’s... not very bright. He was definitely fooled."

"You know me. I’ve been like a teacher and a friend to Gao on his path. His heart is in the right place; he just got a big head after becoming a Martial Saint. I’m grateful you’ve taught him a lesson today."

At this, his expression turned serious, and he said gravely, "I promise you, I will investigate the full story of this matter. Within three months, I will give you an answer. I beg of you!"

Then, Luo Guan turned and cursed at Gao Yang, "You son of a bitch, get over here and apologize!"

Upon hearing this, the sword-wielding Martial Saint beside him kicked Gao Yang over.

This Mr. Gao, usually clad in simple green robes with a jade fan at his waist, now had a face flushed crimson. It seemed the man beside him had just explained something, and he finally understood his mistake, along with the terror of having been nearly stabbed to death by Zhuo Feiming’s two spear strikes.

He bent at the waist and bowed, mumbling in a low voice, "I’m sorry!"

Luo Guan showed no courtesy, kicking Gao Yang in the back of the knees from behind.

"If you’re going to apologize, do it properly! Kneel! And say it louder!"

Gao Yang knelt in the void, his face bright red as he shouted, "I’m sorry! I was wrong! I beg for your forgiveness!"

The voice of a Martial Saint echoed for miles.

Zhuo Feiming said mockingly, "Giving up all your dignity as a Martial Saint?"

Gao Yang lowered his head, remaining silent.

Zhuo Feiming looked at Luo Guan’s fawning smile and then at the sword-wielding Martial Saint, who was gazing into the distance as if this all had nothing to do with him. ’I have some impression of him,’ she thought. ’He achieved his Path over fifty years ago, a Martial Saint from Chongming University who wasn’t born a prodigy. Talented in his own right.’

’As for Luo Guan, he’s a Martial Saint who fought his way up from being an ordinary Martial Artist. Gao Yang is probably the same.’

She suddenly felt her interest wane. She had expected a great battle today, but it had started with a bang and ended with a whimper.

With Luo Guan acting like this, she couldn’t just lash out indiscriminately.

"Forget it. This matter ends here. Go enjoy your lives after becoming Martial Saints, and don’t get mixed up in random nonsense!"

"Now scram. And take that dumbass down there with you."

Luo Guan’s face was all smiles. "Lord Honglian, thank you for your understanding. I’ll be sure to teach Gao Yang a proper lesson when we get back." As he spoke, he kicked Gao Yang again.

"In three months, I will personally visit to apologize again and offer you an explanation. We will take our leave now!"

With that, he grabbed Gao Yang, rounded up Xv Mu and the others, and departed at high speed without a moment’s hesitation.

Zhuo Feiming had her own suspicions about the situation. It was undoubtedly one of Yang Jingxuan’s disgusting ploys. Such incidents had been occurring for the past few decades; they weren’t particularly harmful, their main purpose was simply to be aggravating.

The people of Shenxiao returned to the scene. Everything went back to normal, as if nothing had ever happened.

Except now there was an extra person: a rosy-cheeked old man.

Yu Fei looked him up and down, realizing this had to be Zhou Xing.

The old man Yan Sea had described as severely injured was now brimming with life. Given the speed at which he’d just fled, Yu Fei admitted that even he wouldn’t have been able to keep up.

Moreover, this man had triggered the line of fate connected to Ye Shuping.

Yu Fei couldn’t help but sigh. "Ah, Yan Sea was completely played."

’It was all just an act.’

Meanwhile, lingering fear filled Gao Yang’s eyes. When Zhuo Feiming’s second spear had struck, his Divine Soul Martial Intent had felt like it was being incinerated. If Luo Guan and Jiang Yuan hadn’t intervened to save him, he would have died a violent death on the spot.

"Mr. Luo..."

Luo Guan glanced at him, his eyes full of disappointment. He didn’t give him a chance to explain, saying only flatly, "We’ll talk when we get back!"

The three of them returned to the main camp in the Black Water Realm. Jiang Yuan was about to leave after a brief greeting, but Luo Guan stopped him.

"Mr. Jiang, I am endlessly grateful for your help today."

Jiang Yuan stroked his short beard and smiled. "You and I have stood guard here together for twenty years. This is a small matter. As Martial Saints, we might look glamorous, but you should explain the hidden dangers of our position to Mr. Gao sooner rather than later."

With that, he turned and left. ’Luo Guan is a good man, so I was willing to risk intervening,’ he thought. ’Besides, I know a little about Zhuo Feiming. She’s domineering, but she’s also reasonable. She won’t hold a grudge against me for helping Luo Guan. The matter will end here.’

’As for Gao Yang?’

’Heh...’

A smile touched Jiang Yuan’s lips. ’That fool has been too well-protected by Luo Guan. He really thinks becoming a Martial Saint puts him above everyone else.’

’He never stops to think, does he? With so many Martial Saints in the world, why are *we* the ones stationed on this battlefield?’

In the very center of the stationed camp was Luo Guan’s private palace. This was a privilege of a Martial Saint; they were the stabilizing pillars of the battlefield.

Calling it a palace was no exaggeration. If you wanted Martial Saints to guard the battlefield year-round, the associated benefits had to be up to par.

The two entered the reception hall. Meeting Luo Guan’s frigid gaze, Gao Yang involuntarily lowered his head.

Luo Guan had contributed immensely to his cultivation journey to become a Martial Saint, finding countless rare resources for him. Though they called each other brothers, their relationship was more like that of a master and disciple.

"Mr. Luo, I... How did you and Mr. Jiang get here so fast?"

Luo Guan ignored Gao Yang, stating plainly:

"If I hadn’t gotten here fast enough, I’m afraid the only thing left to do would have been to collect your corpse."

"We’ve known each other for a hundred years, and I never knew you had this much courage—daring to act so brazenly before a direct disciple of Shenhan. So, talk."

Seeing Luo Guan so stern, his heart sank.

In the past, whenever Luo Guan was teaching him, he had never worn such an expression. Over their hundred years of association, Luo Guan’s authority had become deeply ingrained in his very being.