Peace Order
Chapter 264 - 124: Li Guanyi, Draw Your Sword!_3

Chapter 264: Chapter 124: Li Guanyi, Draw Your Sword!_3

"When it pours out, a beauty catches it with her lips, heh heh..."

Li Guanyi’s hand pressed against the sword handle, his palm’s veins bulging. With people continuously streaming back and forth, wearing black hooded cloaks, he felt as if he were submerged in a chaotic river. An old man tugged at him, saying, "Let’s go."

The old man’s voice rose from within Li Guanyi:

"What you are doing is useless."

"Kill him today, and there will be another tomorrow. This world’s disorder is like wild grass, and there will be follow-ups; they will continue to do..."

Li Guanyi wanted to argue, but seeing the weather-beaten eyes filled with sorrow, he suddenly couldn’t find words to contradict. He could be certain the old man had tried to interfere more than once, only to end up with unfavorable outcomes.

Siming said quietly, "Do not forget what you must do."

Li Guanyi felt some children looking up at him, their eyes filled with hope, yet not daring to speak up for help.

Li Guanyi turned his back on them.

The old man pulled Li Guanyi forward, and the young man stepped into the real Ghost Market.

The world’s three top rich merchants, the crownless emperors in the shadows of kingdoms.

Siming took out a white jade token, and immediately the young servant’s indifferent expression solidified. Recognizing the level of the token, he quickly ushered both Li Guanyi and Siming forward.

Li Guanyi, observing the scene outside, asked:

"Old master, why do they respect you so much?"

Siming responded, "This Netherworld Ghost Market isn’t the same as the spontaneously formed Ghost Markets outside; commoners aren’t allowed, only those with a distinguished guest’s waist card can enter, classified into wood, stone, silver, gold, and jade – mirroring the five ranks of nobles in kingdoms."

"Mine is of the highest class."

Li Guanyi said, "You really carry a lot of clout, elder."

Siming, with a proud smile, responded, "Can’t help it, they were just starting their Ghost Market when I was their first guest. The initial Night Emperor was about your age when I first met him, and he died before me in the end."

Li Guanyi was stunned, hearing in that sentence a hint of melancholy and sadness.

Soon, Marquis Bu Ye rushed out, clasping his hands and laughing aloud, "It turns out to be a distinguished guest. I was unaware of your visit; my apologies for not greeting you from afar."

The old master didn’t bother with small talk and directly requested the "Phoenix Perch."

Marquis Bu Ye was startled and said, "We do have it, but it’s not here. Just a year ago, a rich merchant from Ying Country bought Jiangzhou’s Phoenix Perch claiming that an acquaintance’s son possessed the Phoenix Dharma Form and intended it as a gift. I’m afraid it’s already been used."

Li Guanyi immediately thought of Li Zhaowen, and his eyes drooped.

He said, "So there isn’t any?"

Marquis Bu Ye replied, "Correct."

Li Guanyi pointed below and asked, "These shops have nothing to do with you?"

Marquis Bu Ye nodded eagerly. The old master suddenly understood something; he saw Li Guanyi take out a piece of gold and place it on the table. Marquis Bu Ye, surprised, snapped shut his golden fan, tapped the piece of gold, and smiling, said, "Young brother hasn’t bought anything. Why give me money?"

"It’s compensation."

"Oh?"

Marquis Bu Ye looked surprised as he saw the young man turn, then suddenly break through the sealed carved windows. Splinters of wood flew as the youth’s hair fluttered; his right hand resting on the sword handle, he jumped down from the third floor as Siming heard Li Guanyi’s words:

"Trouble yourself, elder, to find my colleague Ye Buyi at Zhou Liuying."

The young man’s eyes caught sight of the rich merchant who said he wanted to sample the merchandise, prompting the surroundings to be drawn with silk cloth for privacy. He picked children as if choosing goods, while those around turned a blind eye to such rot at the dark corners of the world, which even made Siming feel painfully sad.

Li Guanyi felt very uncomfortable; he should have drawn his sword earlier, but he was afraid.

He feared that causing a scene would risk losing the opportunity to obtain what his Aunt needed from the Ghost Market, messing up his own plans, so he did not draw his sword. He walked away from those longing gazes of the children until now, confirming that the Ghost Market did not have Phoenix Perch, he then jumped down.

In truth, he was no different from those men, thinking back to the first escaped convict he had killed, Qian Zheng, and recalling Zhao Dabing’s tales of human trafficking in the black market.

And when Li Guanyi realized this,

deep loathing and anger for himself surged within his heart,

yet he also knew, this was truly who he was.

"Shaking Light, I’m sorry, I am not the hero you longed for."

The young man thought as he landed on the ground, grasping his sword and then charging forward. The sword left its scabbard and slashed horizontally, tearing the fabric and striking the bearded man’s neck, his eyes fierce with rage, his strength erupting under such emotion, severing the head.

The scream was brief, and the smell of blood overwhelming.

He kicked the rich man who had unbuckled his belt, turned around holding his sword, lifted his own battle robe, and draped it over the girl whose clothes were torn, then faced the suddenly motionless crowd in the Ghost Market.

"I’m just an ordinary man with some conscience,

nothing more.

I am not the great hero you speak of."

The young man raised his sword, stood before these people, facing those ’people’ in front of him, his sword horizontal, his expression fierce as fire, saying:

"Imperial Guard, Li Guanyi!"