Dominating Martial King
Chapter 549 - 549 271 Blood Vengeance Saint Please Subscribe_2

549: Chapter 271: Blood Vengeance Saint (Please Subscribe)_2 549: Chapter 271: Blood Vengeance Saint (Please Subscribe)_2 Zhu Kongming said he had 500,000 taels of silver notes on him, which would all belong to Chu Xisheng afterwards.

Chu Xisheng did not know whether these 500,000 taels of silver notes were real or fake, or even if they existed, but he could not get them anyway.

Just now, Zhu Kongming’s flesh and blood had exploded with astonishing power.

No silver notes could have survived that sweeping shockwave.

Even the Pingtian Ship’s forward deck had been blasted into a shallow pit, not to mention paper silver notes.

Even those magic artifacts on Zhu Kongming’s body had only a few intact pieces left.

Fortunately, the green headband was among them.

Chu Xisheng held this Fifth Grade Upper tier magic artifact and activated its Spiritual Sense.

This artifact was extremely powerful, and wearing it would directly grant him the Ninth Rank “Spirit Communication Heart” bloodline talent.

If the user already possessed a Spirit Communication Heart of Ninth Rank or higher, it could further be enhanced by three tiers.

This artifact could more than double Chu Xisheng’s Divine Thought power and grant him the ability to communicate with all creatures and discern the nature of heaven and earth!

It was a rare magic artifact that could enhance a Martial Cultivator’s Divine Thought power.

Besides, this artifact was infused with a drop of blood from the Heir of Buried Sky, which could grant the wearer’s Primordial Spirit the “Fearless” ability, withstanding the pressure of high-grade Martial Practitioners, halving the impact of Martial Intent below the Fourteenth Layer, and possessing an Intermediate ranking Power of Breaking Magic.

Zhu Kongming had used this ability to confront Sanping Hermit’s sword pressure just now.

The item was so good that Chu Xisheng coveted it.

Chu Xisheng then sighed inwardly and casually tossed the green headband to Zhoou Liangchen.

“Liang Chen, your family’s Martial Arts emphasizes intent and momentum, this item suits you perfectly,” he said.

Zhoou Liangchen took the headband and after a moment of sensing, his eyes showed delight: “This indeed complements my family’s cultivation technique and can greatly increase the power of my Sword Intent.”

He did not beat around the bush and directly placed the green headband on his forehead: “Flag Leader, I will boldly accept this item.

I will pay you later, calculated at the market price of top-tier magic artifacts.”

Chu Xisheng, looking at the spot of green on Zhoou Liangchen’s forehead, felt a tiny bit of guilt.

He quickly convinced himself that the artifact was indeed greatly beneficial for Zhoou Liangchen, and he did it for his good.

Besides, there was no concept of being cuckolded in this world.

Chu Xisheng concluded with a clear conscience that he was still a virtuous and righteous person, valuing brotherhood above all.

At most, if he got the Character Template Card of Blood Vengeance Blade Lord one day, he would let him use it.

The Blood Vengeance Blade Lord had exceptional talent for cultivating Divine Intent, which was most suitable for Zhoou Liangchen.

Lu Luanti felt a great pity: “It’s just a shame about the 500,000 taels of silver notes, all blown up.”

She looked around, trying to find fragments of the silver notes to see if she could piece together a complete note.

That sum of money was also a significant fortune for Lu Luanti.

Chu Xisheng also expressed his regret with a smile: “We can only let the money house benefit from these funds, however—”

His eyes meaningfully turned to a certain place behind him: “I believe someone will be willing to compensate us.”

That was ‘Strange Blade Demon Craftsman’ Li Tiangong.

This man was blending into the crowd as if nothing had happened and was heading towards the gangway.

When Chu Xisheng’s gaze swept over, Li Tiangong trembled, his complexion as white as paper, bitterness filling his mouth.

He wanted to leave the ship right then and disappear, but when he saw the Third Grade Hermit on the stern tower and his fellow Daoists also watching him with a deep gaze, he hesitated.

Strange Blade Demon Craftsman Li Tiangong’s scalp went numb, and he stood still, waiting for the deck’s passengers to disperse before he took the initiative to walk to the forefront of the stern tower.

“Hermit, I have something to report!”

Li Tiangong’s expression was solemn, his words earnest: “Just now, Zhu Kongming sought me out, saying he would challenge Chu Xisheng to a life-and-death duel on my behalf, but I did not agree.

As for that so-called Third Grade treasure sword, it was all his own talk; I never promised anything.

Nor did I know that he challenged Chu Xisheng at the behest of a Demon Cultivator, with such malicious intent.”

He knew that even if Zong Sanping killed him on the spot today, there would be no reproaches in Jianghu.

If it were just Zhu Kongming challenging Chu Xisheng, he might just have to explain things afterward and sincerely apologize to resolve the matter.

However, the scene after Zhu Kongming’s death had clearly entailed significant consequences.

On hearing this, Zong Sanping descended from the stern tower and landed in front of Li Tiangong, his hands behind his back, his words stern: “Then why did you not speak up earlier?

How can I know whether your words are true?

Are you in collusion with the forces behind Zhu Kongming?”

Li Tiangong’s face twitched.

He covertly glanced around and noticed there were indeed no onlookers left, then sheepishly said: “Hermit, I, Li Tiangong, am also a notable figure in Jianghu, and I must preserve my reputation.

Had I spoken at the time, wouldn’t that invite ridicule from the world?

Where would that leave my dignity?”

Frankly, he did not care much about dignity.

The problem was that Thousand Leaves Fairy was in You State, and how could he afford to lose face on his way to meet his beloved?

What face would he have left to see her?

“Fine, you make a point,” Zong Sanping believed Li Tiangong’s statement, yet he still swept out his robe, his Sword Intent aggressive: “But today’s matter cannot be left at that.”

He pointed towards Chu Xisheng and the others who were standing behind Li Tiangong.

“Besides, your words won’t help with me; you have to find the actual party involved.

You need to gain their forgiveness and convince them not to pursue this matter.”

The person before him was, after all, a guest of the elders of their sect.