Chapter 119

Chapter 119 - Scumbag

Unbeknownst to Xun Yimu, she had unwittingly become a pawn in someone else's hands.

Guo Fan had used Xun Yimu's Mirage Sea Dark Iron for upgrades and even utilized her formations to apprehend spies from the devil religion.

What made it even more unsettling was that another woman had played a part in this.

What was even more disconcerting was that she had willingly divulged everything.

She had essentially handed over everything to him free of charge.

Guo Fan's plan was progressing smoothly, especially with the Tide-watching Sword-listening Conference approaching. Mobilizing large groups of people would draw unwanted attention. According to Yijun, their plan was set for the final day of the conference when the tide would be at its most powerful.

Consequently, there wasn't much to be done during the conference itself.

Fang Xiang concurred and inquired if there were any other requirements. Guo Fan requested a map, not just any map but a map of the Tianshu Earth Vein.

In the gaming world, it might have been a standard item for players, just a small map. However, in the Upper Central Realm, it held immense value. It provided real-time information about terrain and climate changes and helped with self-location, but only within areas the creator had explored. It had no effect beyond that scope.

Nevertheless, this map could be gradually expanded and supplemented by subsequent users.

Such maps were typically handed down through generations and could only be utilized by individuals at the Void Refining Stage or higher. The longer the map's history, the greater its worth.

The map in Night's Fall Sword City was among the highest grade, covering nearly the entire Middle Continent, with only a few uncharted, perilous regions like the Frightening Slopes. Rread latest chapters at novelhall.com

Su Feng had personally crafted Guo Fan's clothing. The two Universe Creator Arrays were akin to backpacks, and now, with the addition of the small map, they had some resources at their disposal.

Except for the inability to earn EXP from monster hunting, they were virtually self-sufficient.

Guo Fan retrieved the map and realized it was already evening. He had reported to the Sword Pavilion in the morning, been caught by Sun Fen in the afternoon, and now the night had fallen. Lanterns illuminated the Oriental Lychee Tavern, and foot traffic had dwindled. Deciding to spend the night at the tavern seemed like a sensible choice.

He had to admit, the city lord's secret guards were truly remarkable.

This Liu family scoundrel had over 200 ships under his command, and he had attached iron chains to them. In her presence, he had attempted to overturn a carriage, nearly costing him his life. In the end, he had pretended to be a child raised by the Night's Fall Sword City Lord. This heinous act had left another woman blushing with anger in front of her.

“...”

Damn it, so the culprit is you!

Guo Fan's lips curled into a wry smile. The same guy who had blocked his strike earlier had now recovered from his leg injury. It felt like he was living in fast-forward, unable to keep up with this whirlwind of events.

Even if he managed to win this time, Luo Shun would still end up being the loser!

Guo Fan had to admit his own carelessness in this matter. If he hadn't assumed that Luo Shun could handle it on his own, he would have been better prepared. At the very least, he wouldn't have been caught off guard.

Nevertheless, dwelling on his anger towards Luo Shun was pointless now that the situation had passed. It seemed like Luo Shun was going through a tough time himself.

Guo Fan considered challenging once more with renewed confidence, but he soon realized that the other party didn't even regard him as a significant opponent. His heart took another blow, casting a long shadow.

Guo Fan let out a sigh. They were all people living difficult lives, so why make things harder for one another?

He poured a cup of tea, clinked it with Luo Shun's, and consoled, “It's hard to say. Destiny's Song Sword Cultivator has more pressing matters to attend to. He's simply too occupied at the moment. Everyone has their own concerns. Senior Cui's strength and determination are certainly noteworthy, but the timing may not be right.”

Luo Shun clenched his teeth. “Little brother Xia Shui, you're right. I've already conquered my own doubts. After challenging him a second time, I drew my sword. I'll gather the courage to challenge myself a third time. I'll challenge myself—it's not about others' attitudes!”

As he stood up, Luo Shun felt like he had finally awakened. Just as he was about to express his gratitude to Xia Shui, he was taken aback. “By the way, Xia Shui, where were you last night? You didn't return overnight.”

Guo Fan was startled, but before he could respond, a fragrant breeze swept by. Tan Ling whispered, “It smells like a woman, and there's a distinct scent of spices from the Oriental Lychee Tavern. Did you visit a brothel?”

Guo Fan cleared his throat. “I only stayed for one night...”

Behind Tan Ling, Gu Chao's inquisitive young voice chimed in, “Isn't that place very dangerous? You shouldn't go there.”

The child's eyes were wide, and his face was filled with innocence. Guo Fan was left speechless.

Meng Jin, who had descended from upstairs, finally found an opening to sarcastically remark, “I thought the deity from Jolcana Road had some important business to attend to, but it seems he spent half a cup of tea's worth of time at a brothel. Why do we Immortal Cultivators resemble mortals, unable to resist our desires? Indulging in pleasures.”