"How dare you turn a deaf ear to what I, the Palace Master, have to say!"
As expected, it was the old Palace Master Lengyun who lifted the curtain. He took the towel handed to him by the other followers, glared at them fiercely, and then lowered the curtain again.
Isoro sighed helplessly, looking at the badly injured leader of the cult, and said regretfully, "I told you long ago that your lord was summoning you."
...The leader of the cult was utterly speechless...
She did remind herself!
The key point is, this newly appointed leader of the martial arts alliance in the car has said the same thing nearly fifty times. After being fooled forty-nine times, how can he possibly believe her one last time?!
The leader of the cult, his expression unreadable, glanced at Goruro with a look of despair, clutched his chest, and staggered to the front of the line.
This is terrifying! Stay away from this woman!
Chapter Seventeen: The Ambiguity of Reunion
Despite the harsh weather, it seems that the old Palace Master Leng has maintained the excellent frugal lifestyle he had at the Sword Removal Manor.
Inside the cage, apart from Isoro who could eat and sleep, everyone else was in a state of near death.
"I demand extra food today! I want meat!"
Around noon, Wu Shilang stared at the iron bars and roared loudly. He saw the old palace master eating pork belly slowly and deliberately, and angrily said, "I want the kind he's holding."
The old palace master was quite pleased with himself, looking like a kind elder. He carried the basin and walked up to Wushilang, smiling amiably, "Alright, alright, I will allow you to sniff through the fence. At your age, you should be growing, and you certainly can't be without an appetite."
Wu Shilang's eyes turned green with rage. The more he smelled it, the angrier he became. Through the railing, he saw the old palace master, Leng, smiling more and more kindly as he chuckled and brought the basin close to Wu Shilang's nose.
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Finally, Wu Shilang flew into a rage, spitting dozens of mouthfuls of saliva, each one hitting the target. The kind smile of the old palace master froze on his face, his expression contorted as he looked at the pork belly in his hand as if it were a bowl of poison.
"Give it to me, it's already drooling." Isoro was very drooling, his saliva was dripping down the corner of his mouth.
After a moment of stunned silence, the old palace master became enraged, picked up the basin, and spat angrily. After spitting, he smashed the porcelain basin far away with a "bang" and said angrily, "I spat too, and you're the one who's starving."
Bored, Wu Shilang picked up the steamed buns from the other martial arts practitioners and began to chew them dry.
"Leader, would you like another one?" As soon as she finished eating one, someone struggled to crawl over and offer their own steamed bun.
Now that Ishiro is their spiritual leader, how can they let her go hungry?
Looking at the white steamed buns, Goruro slammed his fist on the railing indignantly and roared, "Eating steamed buns every day is making my mouth so bland it's like a little chick is growing inside!"
The old palace master was even angrier. He looked at the smashed porcelain basin next to the tree and the bowl of pork belly that he hadn't eaten yet. As a result, he lost interest in the white steamed bun in his hand.
After shouting for a while, Goro ran out of energy, slumped down, grabbed two white steamed buns, and started eating them again.
They traveled for ten days, only to discover that the secret chamber of Baochan Palace was actually located in the countryside of southern Anhui.
About a year ago, Palace Master Leng transferred his followers to southern Anhui and moved the entire Baochan Palace there as well.
The entrance to the Treasure Toad Palace is shaped like a large toad's mouth. The two large doors are its teeth.
When Ishiro went in, he casually bit the two golden toad door knockers on the doorknob with his teeth. With one bite, two deep teeth marks were immediately left.
The left protector beside the old palace master immediately flew into a rage, saying, "If you hadn't bitten, it would have been enough to save face. But now that you've bitten it, everyone knows that the doorknob is made of silver coated with gold powder. How are we, the Treasure Toad Palace, supposed to face the martial arts world after this?"
Wu Shilang was ashamed and sighed with his head down, "The martial arts community is all here. As the leader of the alliance, I will have them swear that they will not expose the fact that Bao Chan Palace is using silver to replace gold."
Upon hearing this, the Left Protector was speechless. He glared fiercely at Fifty-Lang, then twisted his body and chased after the Cold Palace Master.
As soon as he ran away, Goruro immediately remembered the black figure in the mountain stronghold.
"It was him?"
As expected, the old Palace Master Leng's plot to unify the Central Plains martial arts world is not a recent development. However, it is truly incomprehensible that such a highly respected person would show no regard for kinship. His order to spare Leng Wushuang's life was probably just a pretext, as he needed the blood and flesh of his own flesh and blood to practice his demonic arts.
"We have arranged rooms for all the sect leaders and gang leaders. You can rest and think about how to submit to our Baochan Palace."
The speaker was the Right Protector, whose face was covered in pockmarks. His smile was like a twitch, but he was extremely fond of his smile. Every few sentences, he would stop and smile, making the hairs on the backs of all the martial arts practitioners in the room stand on end.
“As for the Alliance Leader,” he paused again, his mouth and nose twitching as if he were having a stroke, “our old Palace Master has specially arranged the most comfortable place for you.”
"I live alone?" Ishiro was very surprised and felt a sense of unease.
“Indeed, Lord Alliance Leader,” the Right Protector’s laughter twitched even more, his lips trembling unnaturally, looking like he was having an epileptic seizure. “Your residence is quite nice.”
Hearing his drawn-out, sarcastic voice, Goro's scalp immediately tingled.
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"Lord Alliance Leader, this way..." He bent over, his face contorted with laughter, a smug sense of pleasure on his face, and walked ahead.
Ishiro looked back at the various sect leaders and their helpers in the hall, thinking he should find someone to help him. Looking around, he saw that not a single one dared to look him in the eye; clearly, each and every one of them had sacrificed Ishiro first from the bottom of their hearts.
Isoro sneered, his stubborn temper flaring up. He didn't ask anyone for help, and even though he knew something was amiss ahead, he gritted his teeth and strode after them.
This palace looks unremarkable from the outside, but it is very deep inside.
Following behind the Right Protector, Isoro was filled with unease. As the light grew dimmer, her heart sank deeper. Girls are naturally afraid of the dark, and Isoro was no exception.
The dark road and the eerie flickering firelight made her instinctively hug her arms. She could only reassure herself that there was still Luo Jinfeng, completely free outside the palace, and Leng Wuqing, who knew everything about Baochan Palace. At worst, even if Duan Shuixian was heartless, she would come to her rescue out of consideration for her long-term cooperation with the Xiao family.
So there's absolutely no need to be nervous.
However, she was unaware that the three people were completely isolated outside the Baochan Palace due to the maze array that the Baochan Palace had altered beforehand.
Turning left and right, it made Fifty-Lang dizzy.
Before long, even the oil fire on the wall went out, leaving everything completely dark.
Isoro's fear reached its peak. He ran a few steps and caught up with the Right Protector, saying, "How much further? Can you give me a torch?"
The Right Protector was furious and said, "If it weren't for you, would I be here in the water dungeon?"
He was furious, and after a long while he said, "The old palace master has ordered that all resources be used properly, and every copper coin should be used to its fullest potential."
Isoro slipped and almost fell. Helplessly, he said, "Could I get an advance? I'll have my family send the money for oil and fuel later. I can't stand this darkness."
The Right Protector sneered, "If the Demon Palace's water prison were brightly lit, wouldn't that be laughable?" He rustled as he untied the iron chains binding him and slapped Wu Shilang inside.
Caught off guard, Isoro stumbled and fell into the water.
The icy water instantly flooded her ears and nose, making her feel suffocated and unable to catch her breath.
In a daze, she seemed to see Leng Wushuang, dressed in black with a cold and aloof demeanor, smiling and affectionately extending her hand to her.
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She immediately came to her senses, and with a quick push from her knees, she stood up from the water with a splash.
The icy water slapped against her chest, chilling her to the bone. Shiro shivered, feeling her way along the wall in the darkness until she regained her footing.
Inside the water dungeon, the water level was extremely high, almost reaching her chest and then her throat. Her breathing became increasingly rapid, each breath heavier than the last.
"This won't work." An old voice came from the darkness, startling Isoro.
"Is it a human or a ghost?" Igoro peered out, his eyes gradually adjusting to the darkness. On the wall of the water dungeon, a disheveled old man hung by a thick iron chain, his eyes gleaming. He was especially noticeable in the darkness. Seeing Igoro tremble, he chuckled and said, "Of course it's a human."
"Phew," Ishiro breathed a sigh of relief, then immediately exclaimed in surprise, "The Treasure Toad Palace actually has mixed-gender prisons?"
The old man hanging on the wall suddenly flew into a rage and said, "Of course not! How could Baochan Palace be so tasteless? Before that old scoundrel Leng Yun came, we treated prisoners very well."
He was lost in endless memories: "Every meal included meat and wine, clothes were changed frequently, and shoes were always new. Most importantly, men and women were kept separate, unlike the chaos we have now?"
Enraged, Goruro asked, "Why are you closing the prison?"
"Because he converted the extra rooms into living quarters to develop his followers..." The old man was speechless, and Gyuro was even more speechless.
Expansion is a good thing, but the welfare of the prisoners must also be taken into account.
After a long silence, Goro stood on tiptoe, looked up, and asked, "And who are you?"
The old man's eyes flickered, and after a long while, he asked in return, "And what about you?"
Wu Shilang immediately puffed out his chest and said with great pride, "I am Xiao Wu Shilang, the new generation leader of the martial arts alliance, known in the martial arts world as the one who kills people, gods, and ghosts alike!"
Upon hearing this, the old man's eyes immediately lit up, and he exclaimed excitedly, "So, you mean you have a huge following and your influence is incredibly strong?"
Wu Shilang, recalling the group of cold-faced sect leaders in the hall, nodded reluctantly and forced himself to say, "As the leader of this alliance, I command the utmost respect."
The old man sighed and said, "If that's the case, why are you imprisoned in this water dungeon?"
Wu Shilang remained silent for a long while before replying fiercely, "If I can escape, I will raze this Treasure Toad Palace to the ground."
She was just venting; if she actually left, she probably would never return to this place.
But the old man on the wall immediately believed her and said excitedly, "That's wonderful! Would you like to leave?"
"You're crazy! Of course I want to!" Igarashi rolled his eyes in the darkness and said, "So what if I do?"
"I can help you get out." The old man said decisively, his white beard trembling with laughter. "I have a way to get you out. After you get out, help me raze the Treasure Toad Palace and capture that old scoundrel Leng Yun..."
He grew angrier and angrier as he spoke, causing the chains on the wall to rattle and clang.
"Calm down, calm down!" Isoro raised his hand and sighed, "If you could get out, wouldn't you have already done so?"
The old man's expression darkened, and he said, "How can I possibly get out?" His voice was dejected, filled with despair.
"Who are you?" Igoro brought the question back to the beginning.
The old man was silent for a moment, then slowly opened his mouth and replied, "I am the chieftain of Fire Toad Village, Hong Qiaqia!"
Pfft, Isoro almost spat out the mouthful of saliva he was holding. Red Chacha, what a powerful name.
“Red Silver Frost is my daughter.”
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"That old scoundrel Leng Yun harmed my daughter, imprisoned my beloved grandson, and now he's stolen my sect's sacred artifact, the Fire Toad, to practice his demonic arts. I'm no match for him; he pierced my collarbone, fed me a bewitching drug, and now I'm suspended in this water dungeon day and night!"
His face was contorted with hatred, and he was consumed by intense resentment.
Wu Shilang felt very sorry for him and comforted him, saying, "Don't worry, I, the leader of the alliance, have already killed his fire toad. What you can't have, he can't have either."
Hong Qiaqia looked heartbroken and remained silent for a long time before sighing sadly, "It's better this way. Without the fire toad, there will be fewer problems."
"How can I help you?" Ishiro thought of the way he had mentioned earlier that there was a way to get out, and he was overjoyed. "If I can help you, I will do my best. Speaking of which, Ruthless is my friend."