Chapter 38: The Divine Envoy

The young man was wearing a black robe and a long sword, with a tall and graceful figure and his hair tied behind his head with a hemp rope. He stood outside the door, stamped the ice and snow on his boots, and looked at the mess in the temple.

"Another dilapidated temple in the mountains."

"Do you choose dilapidated temples to do this kind of thing?"

"And he's doing it in front of Master Guan, who rode alone for thousands of miles to protect his sister-in-law. How courageous!"

He stepped over the threshold and his features gradually became clear. He was surprisingly handsome.

With her phoenix eyes, crescent-shaped eyebrows and fair skin, at first glance, one could easily mistake her for a woman dressed as a man.

Zhao Huai'en held down the hilt of the knife and asked in a cold voice, "Who are you? How dare you come here to meddle in other people's business?"

The man smiled gently and took out the bronze medal from his arms.

"Zhang Yu, the leader of the Wind and Thunder Hall of the Sun Moon Divine Cult, has been ordered to lead the Wild Wolf Gang. What? Am I in the wrong place?"

Zhao Xia felt hopeful but also a little worried.

The leader of the banner sent by the Sun Moon Sect is so young, it seems that he has not even reached the age of twenty. His martial arts skills should not be very high. Zhao Huai'en is already a master in the late Dan Jin stage, has been on the battlefield for a long time, and has numerous strategies. I am afraid he is no match for him.

A person's reputation is like the shadow of a tree. When the words "Sun Moon Divine Sect" were mentioned, everyone in the world, whether good or evil, had to think twice.

Zhao Huai'en's eyes were flustered, and he forced a smile and said, "So you are the envoy of the Divine Religion, you are in the right place."

"What's going on with these people?"

Zhang Yu pointed at eight or nine men lying on the ground, and a tall woman leaning against the altar with her fair skin half exposed.

Zhao Huai'en lowered his eyebrows and said amiably, "They... they are treacherous, can't endure hardships, and covet the high rewards, so they want to go down the mountain and join the Dragon Scale Society."

"By the way, they were also planning to ambush the messengers sent by the Divine Religion. My subordinate was the disciple of the old gang leader Zhao, and he was very grateful to him. After hearing this, he was very angry, so he took the initiative and drugged them."

Zhang Yu nodded and said, "I see."

Zhao Xia's eyes were about to spit fire, what a shameless guy, actually turned black into white. She hated Zhao Huai'en very much, and at the same time felt that the leader of the Sun Moon Sect was also a fool, who easily believed Zhao Huai'en's lies, and was bound to be sold to the Lin family.

"What's wrong with this chick? You even took her clothes off?"

"I am...I am searching through the correspondence between her and the Dragon Scale Society."

"Did you find it?"

Zhao Huai'en smiled and said, "Not yet. If you are interested, you can search it first."

Zhang Yu was somewhat tempted: "Right here?"

"Hey, there is another bed in the right wing. If you are interested, how about going in there?"

Zhang Yu laughed and said, "Well, I'll do it with all my strength. Please carry her to the inner room."

"Good! Good!"

Zhao Huai'en hid the hatred in his eyes. He had planned hard, but he failed to light the incense pillar after all. He got the upper hand. After the people from the Dragon Scale Society dealt with Liu Dachui, we'll see how he dies!
He bent down, put one hand around his waist and the other hand on his leg. Just as he was about to pick up Zhao Xia, he suddenly felt a chill on his back. A sharp black blade protruded from his shoulder and blood spurted down the sword.

How can it be?

He was also a little cautious.

But the black-clad swordsman, even though there was a fire between them, appeared behind him in the blink of an eye. His speed... was like that of a ghost.

The black-clad swordsman drew his sword, a cold light flashed, and the black blade pierced into his right shoulder again, twisting.

Zhao Huai'en, a veteran of many battles, never even drew his sword, and his two arms were crippled. He fell to the ground, wailing in pain.
There was shock in Zhao Xia's eyes.

She had only one feeling in her heart.

Fast, too fast in fact.

She had never seen a man so fast.

Zhao Huai'en had his back to the black-clad swordsman and had no direct feeling.

Zhao Xia watched with his own eyes as he drew his sword, bypassed the fire, and stabbed accurately, leaving only a string of afterimages in the air. Not to mention that he had his back to him, even if he faced him head-on, Zhao Huai'en would probably not be able to block this sword.

Zhang Yu sheathed his sword, walked up to the woman, and stretched out his hands with a smile.

Zhao Xia was stunned for a moment, closed his eyes, and a tear rolled down from the corner of his eye.

What a damn bastard. It seems like I can’t escape today.

Fortunately, that beast Zhao Huai'en did not succeed. This man... this man, with a handsome appearance, is also a master of the Sun and Moon Sect. He also crippled Zhao Huai'en. If he can avenge himself against the Dragon Scale Society, then it's fine. Just treat it as a dog bite.

If not, I will kill him. Hmm?
Zhao Xia opened his eyes, but only saw the man's back, while his robe was pulled up tightly.

A warm feeling suddenly surged in her heart. It turned out that this world was not so hopeless.

Zhang Yu kicked Zhao Huai'en: "Where's the antidote?"

Zhao Huai'en looked at him resentfully: "No."

Zhang Yu laughed and said, "He sold his father for fame and bullied his adopted sister. He is not a tough guy by any means."

"Did you hear it outside?" Zhao Huai'en then realized that the other party had been hiding outside the temple for a long time and had been pretending to be stupid just to confuse him. What a scheming man!
"Hand over the antidote, and everything will be fine."

"If you don't hand it over, I will hang you up over the fire and burn you slowly."

As Zhang Yu spoke, he dragged Zhao Huai'en to the clay pot, scooped hot porridge with a tile, and poured it into his throat.

One mouthful.

Two mouthfuls.

Three mouthfuls.

Zhao Huai said in horror: "Ahem...what are you going to do?"

Zhang Yu untied his belt, tied his hands, and placed the other end on the beam. He pulled hard, and Zhao Huai'en was dropped in mid-air. The wound on his shoulder was dragged by gravity, causing him extreme pain.

"You can still speak now, but after a while, you won't be able to open your mouth even if you want to speak."

Zhao Huai'en was indeed not a tough guy, and said: "The antidote is in my arms, in that little blue bottle, you just need to feed each of them one pill."

Zhang Yu searched through his clothes and found two porcelain bottles, one red and one blue.

"what is this?"

"A small red bottle... five-spice powder... tendon softening powder."

The effect of the medicine took effect quickly and Zhao Huai'en began to speak slurredly.

"Where did you get it from?"

"Lin Kun...bought it from...the Shennong Gang..."

Zhang Yu took out a small pill from the blue bottle and threw it into Zhao Huai'en's mouth. After waiting for a while, he saw that Zhao Huai'en had indeed recovered his strength. He thought to himself that this medicine was magical and was a must-have medicine for traveling at home and in the world.

He put the red bottle into his arms, keeping it for himself, and took out the antidote, giving it to the others one by one.

Zhao Xia only drank two mouthfuls of porridge, so the poisoning was relatively mild. She also had internal energy, so she recovered quickly.

She knelt on one knee and bowed, saying, "I am Zhao Xia from the Wild Wolf Gang. I pay my respects to the Divine Cult's envoy. Thank you for saving my life."

"No need to be polite."

"My lord, please let me deal with this traitor."

Zhang Yu nodded.

"Xiaoxia..."

Zhao Xia picked up the Xuanhua axe and walked towards him step by step. A cold wind suddenly blew and broke the belt that was holding his arms, and Zhao Huai'en fell heavily to the ground.

"Xiao Xia, I am your sworn brother."

"We've known each other for twelve years, you can't treat me like this."

"I am your only relative in this world. Can you please let me go this time?"

Zhao Huai'en looked at the Xuanhua Axe raised high, with only fear in his eyes.

"Xiao Xia, I love you."

As soon as the words came out, the long axe was swung down.

A puff of red liquid fell right into the earthenware pot used to cook porridge.

Zhao Huai'en only felt a chill on his neck, then he flew up and was picked up by someone. His last consciousness was fixed on Zhao Xia's angry eyes.

"I can finally look you in the eye as an equal..."

Zhang Yu looked at the head placed in front of Master Guan, whose eyes were open, as if he had died with his eyes open, and said with contempt.

"Is that love? You are clearly just lusting after her body, you are such a slut!"

(End of this chapter)

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