Berserk God of War

Capítulo 1305: Chapter 1305: Returning the Favor, the Coachman’s Ordeal

“Remember, our Wunian Saint Sect is also a top sect in the Central Plains, and we’ve never been afraid of anyone.”

“If just now, Sikong Buwang had denied it desperately as you said and made wild excuses, I would have been very disappointed.”

“The disciples of our Wunian Saint Sect should be fearless like Sikong Buwang.”

As Mieqing Venerable spoke, Wen Luo heavily nodded and admitted her mistake. Her gaze towards Sikong Jing changed again; Junior Brother Sikong is truly formidable, and it seems he must have gained Mieqing Venerable’s admiration now.

Yet Sikong Ling remained calmly seated, a faint smile gracing her face.

She thought: Even if her brother wasn’t a disciple of the Wunian Saint Sect, he never feared anyone either.

“Buwang, shall we continue?”

The next moment, Mieqing Venerable spoke to Sikong Jing again. The latter’s expression stiffened slightly; continue the discussion?

Sikong Jing was truly speechless, especially after being interrupted by Pei Yufeng.

However, Mieqing Venerable suddenly said, “By the way, Buwang, join my Mieqing lineage. I will take you as my direct disciple.”

Upon hearing this, Wen Luo widened her eyes, while Renyou’s face lit up with joy.

Changqing Venerable was not favored by the Sect Master, but Mieqing Venerable seemed different. If Sikong Genius became Mieqing Venerable’s direct disciple, then there would be no worries.

Sikong Jing looked astonished, somewhat surprised.

But he quickly calmed down, shook his head, and said, “Mieqing Venerable, your Supreme Forget Love Will doesn’t suit me, and besides, I reckon your Supreme Forget Love Dao may not even compare to mine.”

The moment he finished, Wen Luo’s eyes widened even more. How could Junior Brother Sikong talk to Mieqing Venerable like that?

Isn’t this utter rebelliousness?

It’s over, it’s over, Mieqing Venerable is sure to be enraged.

But Sikong Jing wanted exactly that; for Mieqing Venerable to burst in anger and stop the discussion so he could quickly escape to find Master Wuji, or else it would never end.

“Rubbish! Those crooked things of yours dare to say I can’t compare to you.”

“Come, come, I must win this debate against you and take you as my disciple.”

Mieqing Venerable was indeed provoked but had no intention of kicking Sikong Jing away. Instead, she sought to conquer Sikong Jing through debate, making him willingly become her disciple.

At this moment, Sikong Jing was utterly helpless and could only sit down to continue…

Therefore, Wen Luo was dumbfounded again. Although Mieqing Venerable favored no lineage, she was notoriously known for being easily angered and opinionated, yet she insisted on taking such a rebellious disciple?

What exactly happened between Junior Brother Sikong and Mieqing Venerable during the time I went to the Emperor’s Castle?

Wen Luo thought of this and quickly looked over at Renyou, whispering a question…

Meanwhile, Sikong Jing was racking his brains, thinking of any way to make Mieqing Venerable stop this.

Thinking and thinking, he muttered to himself, “Mieqing Venerable is quite a good person, and it’s clear she truly wants to take me as her disciple, but I, a little servant, must eventually disappear.”

“When that time comes, she will likely be very, very disappointed…”

“Forget it, since she gave me the first six realms of the Supreme Forget Love Technique, let me reciprocate with something good.”

Thinking of this, Sikong Jing’s spiritual shadow slowly stepped into the Ten Thousand Beasts Sky Prison, saying, “Absolute Night Wolf King, give me a meridian that can make Mieqing Venerable addicted beyond redemption…”

…

In a firewood room in Wuji Town…

The coachman was staring hard at Lao Chun, still imprisoned by Master Wuji, and shouted frantically, “Father, you’ve gone mad, utterly mad! You’re even planning to open the Lingque Secret Realm for the Qianwang Holy Tower…”

At this moment, the entire face of the coachman was distorted.

Earlier, he thought that quite some time had passed, so his father’s mood would have calmed down.

Hence, he wanted to persuade his father…

Incidentally, he also wanted to tell him that Sikong Buwang, Master Wuji’s benefactor, had given the systematic cultivation method of the Lingque Secret Realm.

He hoped his father would accept Master Wuji’s benefactor and stop being stubborn.

But just as he approached the firewood room, he overheard his father in conversation with someone unknown.

It was somewhat eerie, so he quietly eavesdropped.

As the coachman said, he heard his father secretly discussing with people from Qianwang Holy Tower, planning to open the Lingque Secret Realm and harm Master Wuji.

In that instant, the coachman was utterly dumbfounded, trembling violently.

Because of this, the eavesdropping coachman was discovered, precisely by the person from Qianwang Holy Tower speaking with his father.

At this time, he was already thrown inside the firewood room, with his neck gripped tightly by someone from Qianwang Holy Tower.

The coachman saw it was a mysterious man in black, but he had no mind to pursue this. Instead, he questioned his father incessantly.

Lao Chun gazed back at him intently and then said grimly, “Master Wuji is the one who’s gone mad; he can unjustly bring outsiders into the Secret Realm, so why can’t I bring outsiders into the Secret Realm?”

“Son, we are the true owners of the Lingque Secret Realm, and Qi Wuji is a remnant of Su Old Demon. He’s using us.”

In the end, Lao Chun almost roared out.

The coachman shook his head frantically, saying, “No matter what Master Wuji’s intentions are, without him, we would still be savages.”

It was Master Wuji who educated them, giving them what they have today…

“So what?”

“We are the owners of the Lingque Secret Realm, and I’m doing this for the betterment of the Secret Realm. Once the Qianwang Holy Tower enters the Secret Realm, we’ll have a systematic cultivation technique; we can rise up in the Central Plains.”

“I, Lao Chun, am the one truly leading the Lingque Secret Realm to glory.”

As he spoke, Lao Chun’s grotesque face broke into a bright and manic smile, like he was the savior.

Suddenly, at this moment…

A crisp, youthful voice suddenly echoed outside, spreading throughout the entire manor: “Everyone listen, Master Wuji has been attacked, and we have a formidable enemy approaching. Quickly gather and prepare for battle.”

At the sound of the voice, the coachman widened his eyes and then exclaimed, “Xiao Jia, Xiao Jia, I… uh, uh, uh!”

The first shout of “Xiao Jia” was the coachman’s voice of surprise upon hearing it.

The second shout of “Xiao Jia” was about to be yelled out, as he needed to call for Xiao Jia’s help… but just as he got out the two words, his voice was stuck in his throat.

He was forcefully silenced by the person from Qianwang Holy Tower in black clothing, who shocked his meridian into severance.

Subsequently, the coachman fell limply, still hoarsely saying, “Father, you’re asking for trouble; you’ll doom our Lingque Clan. Look, they’re killing your son without hesitation…”

Saying this, the coachman pointed at the black-robed man in front of him.

Lao Chun’s gaze followed suit, abruptly looking at the black-robed man before him.

The next moment, the black-robed man chuckled lowly, “Don’t worry, I merely sealed his meridian… Lao Chun, how could I kill your son? Our Qianwang Holy Tower will reward someone like you, a great contributor.”

Although the coachman’s meridian was severed, the black-robed man claimed it was merely sealed.