Chapter 1998: Suspicion

While Zhang Zitong followed Zu An to the docks, she suddenly asked, “Did sir come here this time as a scout for the regent?”

“Call me master!” Zu An replied. He remained calm and collected as he said, “Who said the regent was coming?”

Zhang Zitong smiled and replied, “I just guessed.”

Zu An harrumphed. “It was probably your backer who told you.”

Zhang Zitong didn’t reply.

...

By then, the two of them had arrived at the docks.

The Yin Yang Path disciples who were looking for them were overjoyed. They cried, “Boss Biao, you’re finally back!”

“What are you hollering for? Am I not right here?” Zu An snapped, recalling the way Fang Biao spoke from earlier.

“Yes, yes.” The disciples’ eyes widened when they shifted to Zhang Zitong. They murmured, “This is...”

“A new servant this young master just took in,” Zu An said as he took Zhang Zitong into his arms.

This woman’s waist is surprisingly supple.

Zhang Zitong blushed, but she didn’t say anything.

Sir Eleven really is warm.

The disciples looked at her face, and then at her long legs; they were immediately overwhelmed with envy.

Boss Biao’s luck with women is insane! He was even able to get his hands on these kinds of goods.

“Boss Biao, everyone has been waiting for you, so please hurry and get on the ship,” the disciples hurriedly said.

“What are you all getting all alarmed for? This young master knows what’s what,” Zu An said as he walked toward the ship in an unhurried manner with Zhang Zitong in his arms.

Zhang Zitong was full of admiration.

A moment ago, sir still looked unripe in this field, but he's now playing Fang Biao perfectly.

Soon after, the group arrived at the side of the ship. When he saw Fang Biao's nonchalant behavior, the Freedom Path’s Li Feiqing immediately became a bit unhappy. He remarked, “Can you move faster please? The whole ship is waiting for you.”

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“You’ve already waited for so long, so what’s waiting a bit longer?” Zu An shot back.

“You...!” Li Feiqing’s eyes narrowed He spat, “Not even your big brother would dare to speak to me like this!”

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It wasn’t just him; many people from the other factions were also cursing him.

Isn’t that kid a bit too arrogant?

When he saw the endless Rage points coming in, Zu An was pleasantly surprised.

“Stop pretending here. If you have the skills, go and bring it up to my big brother,” he said with a sneer, as if he didn’t care at all.

Now, even Zhang Zitong was becoming a bit worried. It wasn’t that she was worried that Sir Eleven couldn't win against these people, but that would mean that their plans would all be for nothing.

Li Feiqing stood straight up. Rage flickered in his eyes, and his hand shifted to his weapon too.

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Fatty Hu and the others had been thinking that Li Feiqing’s fondness of the saintess was no secret, and yet she'd ended up being betrothed to Fang Long! That was why Li Feiqing had already been full of resentment. And yet, Fang Biao was actually provoking him like this here.

Li Feiqing was about to attack when the Heavenly Devil School's Pan Qiaoqiao stood in front of him. She said with a charming smile, “My dear Feiqing, you know what he’s like, so why stoop to his level? We have so many new people here with us, are you really going to let them watch us make a fool of ourselves?”

Li Feiqing knew that the Heavenly Devil School and Yin Yang Path had always had good relations. Even though his own cultivation was higher than both of theirs, the Freedom Path’s influence couldn't compare to the other two branches. He could only sit back down with a harrumph. “Arguing with you would indeed lower my own character.”

...

With the potential conflict gone, quite a few people sighed in relief. Of course, there were some who were a bit disappointed too.

Those from the Unfeeling Path suddenly asked with a smile, “Fang Biao, where did your attendants go? Why is it just you left?”

The others from the Yin Yang Path also couldn't help but ask, “Right, Boss Biao, what about Ah Ping and the others?”

The people's gazes landed on Zu An. Many of them carried suspicion in their eyes.

Zu An’s expression remained normal as he replied, “They’re all dead.”

“All dead?” the others exclaimed in shock.

The Heavenly Devil School’s Pan Qiaoqiao said with a scowl, “Just who was so daring as to kill people from your Yin Yang Path? Could it be that there was an enemy attack?”

Those words set off a huge commotion among the people on the ship, and they all whispered among each other. They even began to start inspecting the new recruits, wondering if they'd colluded with some enemy who managed to sneak their way in.

“It’s her,” Zu An said as he pointed at Zhang Zitong in his arms with an indifferent expression.

Zhang Zitong jerked her head away, her pride and humiliation a perfect performance.

“A dainty beauty like that was actually that strong?” Pan Qiaoqiao remarked as she walked over and sized up Zhang Zitong, her waist swaying back and forth.

It wasn’t just her; not even the others in the sect believed the story. After all, Zhang Zitong was too pretty. Those legs in particular were hard to take their eyes off of. A delicate chick like this was actually able to wipe out all of his subordinates?

After all, the Yin Yang Path Master really doted on this third son. He knew that Fang Biao had the lowest cultivation but loved to stir up trouble, so he had assigned many experts at his side.

Just then, the direct disciple who was in charge of the World School couldn't hold himself back and shouted, “That’s nonsense! This woman previously wanted to join our World School, but her aptitude was completely ordinary. She could have passed, but she disappeared later on. I heard that she was being chased by your people bitterly not too long ago, so do you think we’ll believe you if you try to cast all the blame on her?”

As they looked at Zu An, the people's gazes were full of disapproval. After all, the Yin Yang Path’s way of doing things wasn’t that good to begin with, and this Fang Biao was the worst of them all. He oppressed others, and he was shameless and vulgar. He was trash among trash.

When he heard their criticisms, Zu An said with a sneer, “This woman was an Embroidered Envoy of the court, and even a silver token envoy. Were you about to bring this kind of person into your World School?”

They gasped when they heard what he said. Embroidered Envoy? The Holy Sect had definitely suffered their share of damage at the hands of the Embroidered Envoy over the years. That was the court’s most secretive and notorious organization. Anyone targeted by the Embroidered Envoy would have nothing but death awaiting them.

Wang Cong’s expression changed, but in the end, he was a direct disciple. He reacted quickly and retorted, “What, do we just take your word for something like that? Just how did you come to know about something like that?”

“She told me, of course,” Zu An said as she gripped Zhang Zitong’s neck from behind.

Zhang Zitong groaned, clearly in a bit of pain. When they saw that, many people even felt pity for her, thinking that this guy really was crude.

Wang Cong laughed and said, “Hah! Who doesn’t know that Embroidered Envoys are unreasonably tough? Even if they weren't a match, they’d break the poison between their teeth and end their own lives. How could a silver token envoy really end up in your hands, let alone tell you her identity?”

“This is what you don’t understand. When a woman has been sent into the clouds, everything naturally comes together,” Zu An said with a smile.

Zhang Zitong’s cheeks flushed. The others thought that she was ashamed and indignant, but in reality, she wasn’t that angry; she was just a bit embarrassed.

Why is Sir Eleven so good at this? I was worried that he was inexperienced at this kind of stuff.

Sir Eleven really is too formidable. He can perfectly mimic anyone.

When they heard Zu An’s reply, the crowd fell silent. They clearly didn’t doubt his ability to accomplish that.

Many people even blew whistles and laughed while cursing, “Fang Biao, who here doesn’t know that your stamina isn’t up to par these days? You were able to subdue a silver token envoy?”

“That’s right! You’re actually coming up with such a bad lie after bullying a woman.”

...

When he heard all the suspicions thrown at him, Zu An merely tossed out a token.

The snickering instantly stopped. The people's gazes landed on the token. The distinct divine beast runes on it gave off an intimidating aura. Just looking at it gave them a sense of pressure - the very same kind the Embroidered Envoy had brought the Holy Sect disciples over the years.

“She really was a silver token envoy?”

Their expressions changed when they looked at Zhang Zitong. However, it was no longer a look of pity, but rather vigilance. If she really was a silver token envoy, she did indeed have the ability to kill all of Fang Biao’s subordinates. After all, silver token envoys were the best among Embroidered Envoys. Not only were their cultivation ranks high, they had excellent equipment on them too. That equipment consisted of all sorts of amazing magic weapons from the court that made them unrivaled in the same rank. They could even challenge those above their cultivation ranks.

Li Feiqing stood up again and said, “I apologize for speaking forthrightly, but since she could kill your subordinates, she could kill you instantly too. Why did she fall into your clutches? Was it you who captured her, or is she holding you hostage?”

Even Pan Qiaoqiao was starting to become suspicious now. The people began to surround Zu An.

Zu An frowned. This was indeed a troublesome issue.

Zhang Zitong secretly spoke to him through a voice transmission, saying, “Touch me...”

Zu An was stunned. Zhang Zitong had already silently guided his hand to her chest.

Zu An reacted quickly and crudely gave her a knead, remarking, “Hah, what's so hard about that? Even though this woman’s cultivation is high, she's still just a woman. How could she be a match for this young master’s modified Eighteen Spring Winds?”

Zhang Zitong moaned. She felt an arc of electricity run through her entire body, and she almost went limp. They were clearly acting, but now that Sir Eleven had done that to her, her heart was still pounding.

“So that was it,” Pan Qiaoqiao said with a nod. She knew Fang Biao had that drug on him. She said, “This little sister seems to have already been completely subdued. Look at how she’s behaving just from a grope.”

The others all gave up on their suspicions. If this woman really had threatened Fang Biao, how could she allow him to grope her like that?

Zu An reached over to Pan Qiaoqiao and said with a proud smile, “But of course. Does big sister Pan want to have a taste too?”

“I fear that your kidneys wouldn’t be able to handle it,” Pan Qiaoqiao said as she jerked her body away and dodged his claw with a charming smile.

Zhang Zitong bit her lip.

Sir Eleven is actually getting more and more into the role!

When they saw that, the others gradually scattered. They really thought that this Fang Biao brat was lucky. He had obtained such an incredible beauty, and a silver token envoy at that. Just the thought of something like that got them excited. Many people even had dirtier thoughts; since Fang Biao was known for having no stamina now, would he really have been able to send this silver token envoy to the clouds eighteen times? He'd probably had his subordinates take his place. Then, he'd silenced them to preserve his own reputation.

Those from the Devil Sect were already used to that kind of thing.

Many disciples from the Yin Yang Path were even getting a bit excited. If those people died, that meant there were now some vacancies around young master Biao. They had chances of being promoted!

“Set sail!”

As soon as Pan Qiaoqiao gave the order, Fatty Hu shouted, “Wait!” He came up to Zu An and asked, “Boss Biao, have you seen anyone named Lu Ren who tried to help this lady at your side?”