Chapter 878 - 777: Mutual Biting

Chapter 878: Chapter 777: Mutual Biting

When Sang Daokun was thrown down the mountain, he actually wasn’t injured much. It was Lu Qianxue’s two kicks that caused him some trouble, and now his body still faintly aches.

A woman, with an unintentional kick, actually managed to injure him, a skilled fighter at the Super First-class Initial Tier. Could it be that the woman, so young, is already at the Super First-class Middle Tier or above? Impossible! Maybe she had something tied to her feet.

Thinking of the shame of being thrown down the mountain and the helplessness just now, the frustration and anger made Sang Daokun’s face turn livid, and he looked with a cold gaze toward the other three who were thrown down earlier.

Those three people’s expressions were equally gloomy, and when coldly stared at by Sang Daokun, they returned an equally cold glare.

The way Sang Daokun looked at these three people was filled with disdain and contempt, and the way these three looked at Sang Daokun was just the same.

One of them even sarcastically taunted, "Sang Sect Leader, is this your pledge of allegiance? My master has provided you with location details and personnel information, and even graciously allowed you to seek a suitable match, and this is how you repay my master?"

Hearing this, Sang Daokun angrily retorted, "If it were only Haotian Village, only Xia Wanqing, I certainly wouldn’t be afraid! But you didn’t inform me about Po Yuan Sect. The Four Great Families of Jianghu: East Concealing Moon, West Breaking Clouds, South Seven Stars, North Fire—haven’t you heard of them? Po Yuan Sect, how can Xianglong Sword Sect contend with them?"

The person replied coldly, "Only a few people came, not the entirety of Po Yuan Sect."

Sang Daokun sarcastically responded, "If you think they’re not formidable, then why were you also thrown down the mountain by them?"

"You..." The person’s face turned an ashen white with anger.

His companion tugged at his sleeve and solemnly said, "Indeed, Po Yuan Sect and Xianglong Sword Sect are not to be trifled with. From the looks of it, the first step has failed, suddenly emerging an unforeseen involvement of Po Yuan Sect, and even more unexpected, that person turns out to be the son of Po Yuan Sect’s Sect Master. Let’s quickly send word to our master, await his instructions! Let’s not engage in petty disputes here!"

Upon hearing this, the group ceased their bickering.

Currently, the only ones unharmed are Sang Xuewei and the person protecting her.

Earlier, Sang Xuewei was tossed aside by Huangfu Jingchen, wrapped in his robe, and her arm got dislocated. But Sang Daokun later set it back in place for her. She was dragged down the mountain by the person protecting her, though she was bruised and bumped along the way, it was much easier than the others who were thrown down.

At this moment, with tearful eyes, she said, "Father, can I still marry Huang Zheng?"

Sang Daokun glanced at her. They were thrown down the mountain, all suffering more or less, yet his daughter, whom he has cherished from childhood, didn’t utter a word of concern but immediately asked if she could marry that rascal who injured her. This made Sang Daokun feel a bit uneasy.

But seeing Sang Xuewei’s tear-stained face softened his heart, and he comforted her, "Don’t worry, the young master promised that you would marry him, and he will definitely keep his promise!"

One of the three coldly snorted, recalling when the Xianglong Sword Sect allied under the young master’s banner. It was naturally to enhance Xianglong Sword Sect’s prestige by leveraging the young master’s influence, but unexpectedly included the condition that his daughter should marry Huang Zheng.

Huang Zheng, Huangfu Jingchen, Prince Cheng’s Heir, an Imperial Grandson. Such big ambitions from a mere Jianghu girl.

However, noting that they were unaware of Huangfu Jingchen’s status as Imperial Grandson and assumed him to be an up-and-coming Jianghu talent with unknown origins, hence demonstrating such naivety. Yet, they didn’t realize that the master knew and not only did he not think their request was overstepping, he was quite pleased, willing to let us aid him in achieving this.

We don’t know the master’s plans and thoughts, we just follow his orders blindly.

We considered that doing this might turn Haotian Village into enemies. But the master holds no joy for Haotian Village, so becoming enemies—why not?

However, no one anticipated the surprising interference of Po Yuan Sect.

Shaking Haotian Village is easy; shaking Po Yuan Sect is difficult.

Initially, they might not have held great reverence for Po Yuan Sect.

After all, Po Yuan Sect has been renowned for so long, although well-known in the Jianghu, now many of its disciples seldom come forth in the Jianghu. New emerging Jianghu powers inevitably wonder if they still possess real skills under their famed renown?

Even Sang Daokun harbored such thoughts, but just four people from Po Yuan Sect left them defeated.

In his disheartened state, Sang Daokun suddenly remembered what Lu Qianxue said: Xianglong Sword Sect will disappear from Jianghu by the full moon?

He felt a hint of unease.

But then he thought, Xianglong Sword Sect is in the North, far away from here, and Po Yuan Sect is not in Central Plains but on an isolated island, not close to Xianglong Sword Sect either. Besides, Xianglong Sword Sect’s decade-long foundation can’t be easily demolished by mere words, right?

It’s best to return and report to the young master first and see if he has a good solution!

With this thought, Sang Daokun held back his anger and, facing the three, clasped his hands and said, "Today’s events were unforeseen, no one wanted this, as fellow travelers we share in fortune and misfortune. How do you think we should proceed at the moment?"

These three are also Jianghu mercenaries; previously traveling together, none obeyed the other, even when thrown down the mountain, none acknowledged the other. Sang Daokun’s initiative to concede made their faces a bit brighter.

They looked at each other, the man on the left holding his chest with a broken rib, frowning, said with a harsh tone, "You didn’t know that guy is Po Yuan Sect’s Sect Master’s son from early on?"

Sang Daokun, feeling wronged, replied, "My daughter Wei’er met him in the Jianghu, at that time he neither revealed his identity, nor mentioned Po Yuan Sect, who could foresee that the Jianghu lad she fancied would have such origins? I thought he was just a young man fresh out to make a name in Jianghu, had I known he’s the Sect Master’s son, it would take courage for me to dare seize such an engagement!"

They believed him, from the very start of Sang Daokun’s attitude towards Xia Wanqing, his arrogance borne of backing by the master, assuming limitless support, thus not taking Haotian Village seriously, preparing to seize someone’s bridegroom, to later facing Po Yuan Sect’s Sect Master, willing to offer his daughter as a concubine, this could be seen.

Once more, their gaze fell upon Sang Xuewei, who was pouting slightly, feeling very dissatisfied; her father had promised her she could get what she wished, yet now they fled—she thought her all-capable father was too incompetent!

Sang Daokun, with a very humble posture, said, "Please speak well for me to the young master, and inquire what the next steps are! The young master dislikes Haotian Village, he believes to deal with Haotian Village and that Huang Zheng, there must be other means!"