Path to Heaven Chapter 162 – Not the least bit professional

Chapter 162: Not the least bit professional

“Wei Suo, you have really landed yourself in huge trouble. I told you not to duel him, what should we do now?!” Tugging against Wei Suo’s sleeves, but instead watching as Wei Suo ignored her but agreed enthusiastically, the usual Nangong Yuqing, with her older sister demeanor, was now exasperated; like an ant in a hot pot. “He is an elder of the Golden Eagle Palace, Tian Fengzi. Not only does he possess a true low-grade Spirit cla.s.s artifact, but he also rears an unknown demonic beast that is at least above level 4!”

“A single low-grade Spirit cla.s.s artifact? A single Demonic beast no?” but what caused her to turn baffled, was Wei Suo expressionlessly whispering to her ears, “Just relax, I guarantee I will thrash this pighead. Anyway, I couldn’t stand his face even from the start.”

“Since n.o.body has any objections, then let us head to Ironblood Temple.” The pretty and flirtatious Xin Youlan nodded with satisfaction, before smiling gently towards Dong Qingyi. “But since we’ve agreed to let them duel, no one will hand them any artifacts from now onwards. Otherwise, this duel will have no meaning.”

“That is of course.” Dong Qingyi replied. “As long as you refrain from such deeds.”

“Let’s go.” Xin Youlan no longer spoke anymore as she rode her barbaric beast towards the center of Seven Stars City, heading for the south side of East Victory’s mountain entrance.

Dong Qingyi glared icily at Wei s...o...b..fore heading towards the same mountain entrance himself.

Li Honglin glared hatefully at Wei Suo with eyes that could kill. Then, he immediately took off with an ashen countenance.

“Tian Fengzi. Make sure you eradicate that rascal, otherwise this hatred of mine cannot be appeased!”

“I will not grant him an easy death.” The flat faced Tian Fengzi maliciously declared. “After letting him suffer from a thousand untold pains, I will let him die slowly. If not, anyone can simply trample over our Golden Eagle Palace!”

“Nangong Yuqing, what’s actually going on with you?” Instead, Wei Suo, Han Weiwei and Nangong Yuqing were purposefully dragging behind; pulling away a definite gap from Li Honglin and Tian Fengzi.

“You shouldn’t have forgotten that incident at Cyan Wind Mound, right?” Nangong Yuqing gently moved her pearly lips. “After my investigations, I can confirm that was a ploy designed by the Black Fiend. It seems that the Black Fiend has an extraordinary relationship with Golden Eagle Palace.”

“No way?” Wei Suo knitted his brows. “Could it be the mastermind behind that is the Golden Eagle Palace?”

“I’m afraid there is another ulterior motive. The Golden Eagle Palace doesn’t have any mutual conflicts with us.”

Han Weiwei stared blankly. “So you approaching Li Honglin, was for the sake of digging out evidences connecting Golden Eagle Palace and the Black Fiend? Then why did you just……”

“I don’t wish for everything to be for naught.” Nangong Yuqing smiled bitterly. “I’ve already obtained something form Li Honglin’s mouth. I know that their visit to Seven Stars City for the auction, is merely a facade. They is a bigger picture involved. Never did I expect that while he doesn’t show up at other times, he actually has to show up now. And the words he say….I can’t chase him away at all.”

“If I’d known he wasn’t afraid of Tian Fengzi, I would’ve just continued with my act.”

While speaking about these, Nangong Yuqing gloomily glared at Wei Suo.

Though slightly dejected that her days of planning had gone down the drain, she knew in her heart that Wei Suo wasn’t an ordinary cultivator. Without certain confidence, he wouldn’t act so brazenly.

“Ah, you can blame me you know.” Wei Suo innocently refuted. “I was still thinking there must be an important person or item that had fallen into his hands, which they were threatening you with. That is why I repeatedly caused a ruckus, just so I can notice any hidden hints. How would I know they were in cahoots with the Black Fiend.”

“Just with your intellect, you could tell something was wrong?” Han Weiwei rolled her eyes at Wei Suo and couldn’t help but ask. “From the start you could tell she kept an ulterior motive?”

“Suspecting my intelligence with your meagre intellect?” Wei Suo spitefully dissed. “You are joking man. Look at Li Honglin, why would Nangong Yuqing fall for him? To find someone stronger than him by tenfolds, she can just find from anywhere. Also, Nangong Yuqing, I need to criticise you as well. That Transmission Jade Talisman was crafted with such awful handiwork, and doesn’t even suit the robe you are wearing; neither your facial features, but yet you say it was pretty and thus, hung it by your hand. Also, the manner of which you feigned heartlessness….you need to cut out your constant blinking and shivering lips, that isn’t the least bit professional. You should maintain a straight gaze with added disdain. The best form of heartlessness should carry a coolness and elegance to a certain degree.”

“I was merely trying to hint you, never did I expect you couldn’t tell.” Nangong Yuqing battered her eyelids at Wei Suo helplessly, before turning serious with a gentle voice. “That low-grade Spirit cla.s.s artifact Tian Fengzi possess is called Glacic Scissors, forged with the claws of a level 6 Underworld Darkbird. Not only does its offensive might reaches low-grade Spirit cla.s.s, its frost aura can even restrain the spirit energy of the opponent’s artifact.”

“Just an offensive Spirit cla.s.s artifact no?” Wei Suo expressionlessly observed the distant walking Tian Fengzi. “Apart from that, does he possess any other special artifacts?”

“That, I do not know.” Nangong Yuqing answered. “But you be careful of his nurtured demonic beast. The reared demonic beast of an elder cla.s.s character like him, is definitely not weak.”

Wei Suo chortled. “Is that so? Then I guess the Golden Eagle Palace can only consign themselves to a loss.”

Several hours later, a maroon temple appeared in their line of vision.

This tremendous temple was located within a mountain valley, behind a bustling market of the southern mountain of Seven Stars City.

Seeing that this Ironblood Temple was located so closely to the most bustling marketplace, Wei Suo subconsciously felt Dong Qingyi’s mind was truly functioning well.

The more people there were, the easier for a quarrel to erupt. Just like when Wei s...o...b..ought the green gowned Old Man to tour the night market, they already witnessed two cultivators disputing over their trade; where they almost started fighting. If there was a place that permitted them to fight nearby, with the intense state of argument they were in, it would be too convenient for them to do so. Any mismatch of ideologies, fine then, head over to the Ironblood Temple to end this dispute with fists.

Furthermore, the more duellers fighting, the more individuals who’d flock over to spectate. Naturally, East Victory would rake in mult.i.tudes of spiritual stones.

Ironblood Temple was actually manifold larger than the auction hall of Spirit Treasure Lane. Moreover, it was completely built with Profound Iron. Although just ordinary Profound Iron, the cost would definitely be tremendous and the manpower required stupendous.

At the periphery of the Profound Iron, an unknown dull red material was painted over with myriads of talismanic lines; appearing like flowing blood stains.

As for its pillars, lintels and ledges, it was fashioned with various types of demonic faces; yaksha like sculptures of devils and monsters.

As they strolled along a stony pathway towards the large entrance of the temple, Han Weiwei subconsciously stroked her brows.

A wave of barbaric aura was flooding out from inside.

Apart from the countless clamours roaring out from within, there was also a surge of rich b.l.o.o.d.y intent.

Right ahead, Dong Qingyi and Xin Youlan had halted by the temple’s gates. Following that, two cultivators adorned in East Victory inner sect disciple robes hastily rushed out. Another black robed short and skinny old cultivator also hastened out. After Dong Qingyi whispered several wounds to that skinny old man, the green bean-sized rat eyes of that old man beamed with pa.s.sionate excitement. “It’s actually two Heavenly Circuit stage cultivators. No wonder so many are present. Wonderful! This one will arrange immediately.”

Dong Qingyi then nodded at the two East Victory disciples. Without saying much, they allowed Li Honglin, Wei Suo and others into Ironblood Temple. Instead, the tailing crowd were all obstructed.

Evidently, to enter Ironblood Temple, one had to first pay a fixed fee of spiritual stones. Or else, some cultivators would merely camp inside for entertainment, while East Victory, who painstakingly built this Ironblood Temple, would receive the short end of the stick.

Due to Han Weiwei shouting out Wei Suo was still a virgin back in the plaza, and in addition to both of them being Heavenly Circuit Stage cultivators, many others had decided to poke their noses in. At least, the amount of people were several folds that of normal times.

Upon entering Ironblood Temple, Han Weiwei pinched her nose as she almost vomited.

The internal stench of blood and barbaric culture had utterly eclipsed her imaginations from outside.

The entire temple hall was shaped in circular fashion. In the middle, was a transparent divine light screen covering the flat stage. This circular flat stage was over three hundred metres long, and the stage ground comprised of thick Profound Iron fencing. Surrounding this circular flat stage, were two floors of audience stand. Iron fences separated every intervals of 5 seats within those audience stand. Looking from above, it would appear just like a cage.

The material of those fences clearly couldn’t obstruct cultivators. Some of the fences had distinctly widened holes, seemingly suggesting that cultivators would mutually clash here as well. Probably disagreements amongst supporters or other reasons had fuelled the audience’s motives in brawling as well.

This entire ring appeared to have a capacity of 3,000 cultivators. At present, there were at least a thousand plus cultivators sitting. If everyone had to pay up 2-3 spiritual stones, East Victory would minimally earn 3,000 spiritual stones.

Many cultivators were cheering excitedly. As for that transparent divine light screen covering the stage, it was riddled with many deep gashes and vestiges of skill technique explosions. Blood stains filled every corner, while some gashes still hung with chunks of flesh.

One of the battles had just concluded, where a cultivator had just been decapitated into two through his waist by the opponent; where his lower body was still standing upright. At the other side, a black robed cultivator, with a blood stained face filled with malevolence, was currently rummaging through the objects held in the upper body of his opponent’s corpse.

Seeing such a scene, Wei Suo’s brows hopped slightly, as he maintained his emotionless countenance while surveying his surroundings.