Chapter 318 Don't Bother

In the main hall of Zhu Manor.

Zhu Xiangao sat on the stage, under which stood the top figures of the various sects of Jianghu, as well as the leaders of the various divisions of the Long Night Division.

Everyone was sitting there, their expressions solemn, and there was no sound in the huge hall gate.

However, the dragon dance performance on the streets of Chang'an continued, and the sounds of gongs and drums and the laughter of the people came.

The loneliness in the manor and the noise outside the manor were separated by a wall, but it was like two worlds.

Suddenly, the door of the hall was pushed open, and a youth dressed in purple robes walked in.

He seemed to be what everyone in the hall was waiting for, and everyone's gazes fell on him at that time.

However, the purple-robed youth was still unaware of this. He walked to the center of the hall with a cold expression. He only slightly cupped his hands towards the man on the stage, but he could not bow.

Zhu Xian obviously did not have the mood to pursue the youth's rudeness. His gaze wandered around the youth's body for a while before finally landing on the scarlet sword in the youth's right hand.

Zhu Xian stood up and looked at the youth, asking, "Did you get it?"

"Fortunately, I didn't disappoint." The youth smiled faintly and presented the sword with both hands.

A trace of fanaticism surged in Zhu Xian's eyes. He subconsciously wanted to get up and grab the sword, but in the blink of an eye, he seemed to have thought of something. He suddenly withdrew his extended hand and gave the youth a look. The purple-robed youth smiled faintly and didn't care. He held the sword in his right hand again.

"Young Master Song, you've worked hard. If this matter is successful, I wish that I will treat you as a national!"

The purple-robed youth was about to retreat when the black-robed scholar, who was the imperial envoy of the Azure Fox Tribe, stood up and bowed to Zhu Xian, saying, "The first one seems to have forgotten something."

Everyone present seemed to have thought of something when they said those words, and their gazes that they had just moved away fell on the purple-robed youth once again.

Zhu Xian was also stunned for a moment, and then he came to his senses. He asked in a calm voice, "Where is Xu Han's head?"

Zhu Xian had always liked to suspect others. Being suspected by him was not a good thing.

Even so, the purple-robed youth's expression was still indifferent. He looked up at the man in charge of the Great Zhou Dynasty and said softly, "Run away."

These two short words caused a huge uproar in the silent hall.

"Run away?" Zhu Xian's eyes instantly narrowed, and killing intent surged in the hall.

"The experts that followed Young Master Song, but there were only seven in the Realm of Flame Dust. With such a formation, how could Xu Han and He De escape from the hands of so many powerful beings?" The black-clothed scholar smiled and looked at Song Yueming.

These words instantly resonated with everyone in the hall, especially those from the various sects and sects of the Great Zhou's Jianghu.

Ever since the news of Yuan Guilong's death came, the matter of seizing the Xing Tian Sword and killing Xu Han had been put on the agenda. The reason why he didn't move was to let Gongsun Ming destroy the royal clans of Great Zhou and test Tiance Prefecture's reaction. These two were the various sects in Jianghu competing for it. Who should do this?

They naturally knew what Zhu Xian wanted to do. Since they had boarded Zhu Xian's warship, they had to do something for the sake of the sect and themselves. Only after the matter was completed would they get a share. Without Tiance Prefecture, Xu Han was like a tiger without its claws. Taking down the Heavenly Punishment Sword was not difficult in the eyes of everyone, so everyone wanted this name.

In the end, Song Yueming could only take the lead and lead the experts from the various sects and sects.

However, in the end, this was the result, causing the crowd who had long been dissatisfied with this to grasp the reason.

One had to know that killing Xu Han wasn't just for Zhu Shouzuo's sake. The Dragon Qi wasn't in Zhu Xian's hands. Most of it was gathered in the hands of a royal clan relative of Great Zhou. These days, Gongsun Ming was slaughtering the royal clan relatives of Great Zhou in order to kill all those who might possess the Dragon Qi. As the legacy son of the royal family, Xu Han naturally had to take Zhu Xian, who had always been difficult to merge with others.

These Jianghu people who had been taken the lead by Song Yueming naturally had to seize this opportunity to do a good job.

Thus, a man with a long saber on his waist stood up and sneered, "Zhu Shouzuo and Xuan Luoyu shouldn't be in a hurry. As Young Master Song, Immortal Sikong's first disciple, and the future head of the Linglong Pavilion, it's impossible for him to cripple his duties for personal reasons. We, the middle elder, Xing Dayu, will follow Young Master Song to act together. We will know how the situation will be handled."

This man was the Sect Leader of the Serene Continent Heavenspan Sect of the Great Zhou Sect, Yu Xiangtong, the master of Young Master Zhu Longqi who had died and was known as the Violet Radiance Saber Saint.

What he said at this moment seemed reasonable and even had the intention to speak for Song Yueming. However, everyone knew that as long as the elder accompanying him was allowed to testify, then regardless of whether Song Yueming had done anything that broke the rules or not, he would never be able to wash away the things that allowed Xu Han to escape. However, this was exactly what everyone present wanted to see.

Therefore, not only did no one come out to speak up for Song Yueming, they all echoed, "Yes, the elders of our sect also went forward, but they also called for interrogation."

…

For the sake of scheming in their hearts, these powerful seniors in Jianghu had put on philistine faces, as if they couldn't wait to see the scene of this violet-robed youth being pushed down by the crowd.

The black-clothed scholar who had provoked this matter smiled faintly and retreated to his seat. Zhu Xian, who was sitting on the high platform, 's gaze also turned cold. He stared at Song Yueming and asked in a deep voice, "Does Young Master Song think this matter is fair?"

"Naturally, it's fair." Unexpectedly, Song Yueming did not refute this blatant harm, but instead accepted it.

"It's just that if the first lord wants to find those people to confront me, I'm afraid it will be a bit difficult."

"Why?" Zhu Xian asked.

"Because of them" The purple-robed youth's gloomy and cold face hooked into a smile at that time. His gaze swept across the heads of the various sects and sects, and then he said, "They're all dead."

"What?" A burst of cries of surprise rang out in the main hall. In order to obtain credit for this trip, most of the people they sent were top experts of the sect. The matters of these people could be said to be a great loss to all the sects present. Everyone's expressions immediately changed, and their expressions were uncertain.

"Young Master Song, everyone knows what cultivation level Xu Han is. How can he kill so many Jianghu experts on his own?" At that moment, the black-robed scholar who had just left stood up again. He sized Song Yueming up and down before asking in a gloomy tone, "But Young Master Song is unharmed?"

"Why did Xu Han let me go? Imperial Envoy Xuan Luo should personally ask that Xu Han. Ask me, how do I know?" Song Yueming was still calm in the face of such questioning.

Xuan Luo's thoughts were very clear to him. Right now, Zhu Xian's subordinates had the Long Night Division and the Jianghu faction, and the Jianghu faction also had immortals guarding them. Xuan Luo naturally did not want to see everyone bite into an iron plate and hollow out his thoughts to sow discord. Those Jianghu people knew this, but they were still unable to resist the temptation of power and were willing to be driven by others.

Hearing Xuan Luo's words, everyone exploded. Look at me, look at you, you want to denounce Song Yueming.

When Zhu Xian caught sight of this situation, he coldly snorted and said, "Alright, there's no need to mention this matter again."

It had to be said that Zhu Xian's accumulated prestige in the Long Night Division was very strong. When those Jianghu people who had never been disciplined heard his words, even though there were many dissatisfaction in their hearts, they had no choice but to temporarily restrain themselves.

"Gongsun Ming!" After that, Zhu Xian shouted softly.

Within the crowd, a gloomy-faced man walked out and cupped his hands towards Zhu Xian.

"Go, bring the Greedy Wolf Guards to search for Xu Han. Kill him on sight!"

"Yes!" The man didn't say much and nodded heavily. Then, he turned around and left the manor.

Only after he left did Zhu Xian look at Song Yueming with a gloomy expression and an extremely cold tone.

"Immortal Sikong is preparing for seclusion. Young Master Song is the master of the Linglong Pavilion's Sword Hall. Aren't you afraid that Immortal Sikong will pursue this matter after coming out of seclusion?"

The threat in Zhu Xian's words at this moment was not concealed at all, and even the atmosphere in the hall was a bit gloomy and cold because of his words.

However, the purple-robed youth's expression did not change. He raised the Xing Tian Sword in his hand and bowed respectfully to Zhu Xian. Then, he said, "Exquisite Pavilion's family matters…"

"Don't bother the first lord."

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