Book Synopsis
Book Tags
Donation Rankings
Comment
0 Comments
You May Also Like
墨書 Inktalez
In the blink of an eye, the members of the Pearl Manor, who had been drinking and feasting just moments ago, now lay sprawled on the ground, filled with injuries. Aside from Song Qiao and Chen Tao, no one else was able to stand.
For them, it had only been a matter of minutes, but for the spectators outside, it felt like seven days had passed.
"Front row, first!"
"I'm here for the third episode! The writers really know how to leave us hanging at such a critical moment."
"I’m not usually interested in martial arts dramas, but this one is different. The antagonist is being suppressed by an old master; it’s quite unusual. I’m here to binge-watch."
Those within the Script World could not see the barrage of comments. Chen Tao still wanted to resist, but his body lacked the strength. His once powerful Internal Energy now operated sluggishly due to internal injuries. It was difficult to control; even mobilizing his century-old Zhen Qi took considerable effort. Just managing to heal slowly was already a remarkable feat.
"Don't waste your energy." Song Qiao gently raised his hand and pressed down on Chen Tao's shoulder, pinning him in place. "In the martial world, people like you who stumble upon fortune and rise to greatness are rare, but they do exist. You are not unique."
Sudden gains that did not come from one's own diligent practice of Zhen Qi made it difficult to mobilize energy, let alone integrate various martial arts techniques. Without any skills to speak of, how could he possibly be a match for the Old Man?
Chen Tao felt a chill inside as he realized that this unfamiliar elder had seen right through him. What should he do? He needed to think of a way out!
Unintentionally, Chen Tao glanced at the members of Pearl Manor scattered across the ground. He did not know when it had happened; they had merely been repelled by A Gang and were not defeated by Wei Zhuang, yet they were all lying down now.
This scene caused a flicker of warmth to rise within Chen Tao's heart. Wei Zhuang was human; he still had several disciples left and should not continue to suffer. If it weren't for him, Pearl Manor would not have faced such calamity.
With his tone lowered, Chen Tao gave up struggling. "I will go with you, but you must not harm Wei Zhuang and the others anymore. Otherwise, if I regain even a little strength, I will fight you to the end."
Song Qiao raised an eyebrow at his words, his expression strange as he twitched his cheek.
A Gang was taken aback and spoke loudly with a booming voice: "What nonsense are you spouting? We are carrying out orders for His Highness, not sullying His Highness's reputation. How could we casually kill people? These folks are just unlucky for getting in our way; a beating is enough—why would we need to kill them?"
Chen Tao blinked awkwardly, unable to utter a single word, feeling as if he were the monkey being juggled in the center of a crowd when he first arrived in Yuan City.
"Pfft! This is hilarious; at such a critical moment, someone stands up for others' safety and sacrifices themselves, but why does it look more and more comical?"
"Impressive! This strong man seems like a brutish figure, yet he speaks with such reason."
"Perhaps he appears foolish on the outside but is wise within. I was quite impressed by that iron bridge in the last episode. Besides, they really have no need to slaughter the village; it would only bring bad reputation to the prince."
"Then why was the Bai Yu Men wiped out? And what about the crossbow?"
Everyone present could not see the Danmaku and were unaware of Wei Zhuang, who lightly closed his eyes and pretended to be unconscious, secretly relieved that these people still had some sense left.
They had no intention of completely eliminating the threat.
It was true that people in the martial world valued their reputation highly, but Wei Zhuang had done his best and felt no guilt. Losing was one thing; backing down was another. Regardless of victory or defeat, as long as he protected his disciples and took action against the prince, his reputation would remain intact—at least he hadn't lost face.
Chen Tao remained silent, feeling embarrassed, while Song Qiao surveyed the scene and waved his hand, taking only Chen Tao with him. The old man was serious about his work; for humor, they would have to look to A Gang.
Comment 0 Comment Count