Chapter 687: Little Heavenly Master of Dragon Tiger Mountain

Chapter 687: Little Heavenly Master of Dragon Tiger Mountain

The newcomer looked to be an ordinary-looking youngster around twenty three or four years old. He was dressed in a burlap outfit, and his hair was rolled up into a Taoist bun. He was carrying a rusted iron sword on his left waist, and a wine gourd on his right. At first glance, he looked so average he could melt into any crowd he entered without a trace.

The one and only thing that stood out about him was the black donkey he was riding.

The black donkey was as big as a horse and looked extremely healthy. It was also strong and muscular with pitch black hair that shone like water under sunlight. Its eyes were as big as bronze bells, and there was a proud, intelligent glint in his eyes that resembled a human’s.

Unlike most donkeys, this one had a pair of horns growing out of its skull. Crescent-shaped and standing perfectly parallel to each other, they formed the shape of a full moon. Some sort of black light was gleaming in between the horns as well. It was obvious at first glance that this was no ordinary donkey. Updated chapters at novelhall.com

The contrast made the youngster look even more mundane than he already was.

It was at this moment the youngster spotted the corpses littered around the woman and removed his wine gourd. After enjoying a small sip of wine, he ranted at the black donkey, “It’s all your fault. If you moved a little faster, we could’ve prevented a few innocent lives from being lost. Now, it’s too late.”

“I told you to walk faster, but no, you just had to throw a fit. These people’s deaths are on your conscience, you hear me?”

“Snort.”

The black donkey let out a loud snort as human-like disdain entered its eyes. Then, it kicked backward as if it was trying to throw the youngster away from its back.

The youngster did not budge an inch, however. He patted the black donkey’s head and said, “That’s all it takes to piss you off, White? How old do you think you are, three? If you keep this up, I’m gonna turn you into a donkey hotpot, you hear me? It’s been a long time since I had a donkey hotpot, so don’t you dare tempt me!”

Having failed to throw the youngster off its back, the black donkey bent its knees and sat on the ground just like that. At the same time, it covered up its ear canals with its long ears and licked some of the sand clinging to its lips into its mouth, chewing and paying no attention to the youngster’s incessant rants.

Can’t hear you~ can’t hear you~ the tortoise is chanting sutras~

A while later, when the youngster saw that he had failed to elicit any reaction from the black donkey, he let out a long sigh. “You’re lucky that I’m a handsome, strong, and kind-hearted master. Otherwise, I really would’ve turned you into a donkey hotpot! I really gotta steel my heart sometimes, dammit...”

The crowd could not help but exchange confused glances as they listened to the man’s nonsensical rants. The razor sharp tension from before had disappeared before they knew it.

“What are you doing here, Zhang Lingyang? Shouldn’t you be napping at Dragon Tiger Mountain right now?”

The woman finally interrupted the youngster’s incessant rants.

“I know right? This place is full of sand, stone, and more sand! The sun is hot, the wind is dry, and even the scenery grates on you after a while! It’s nowhere nearly as comfortable as Dragon Tiger Mountain!”

Zhang Lingyang coughed. “Ahem... what did I want to say again? Right! One should not resort to murder and violence as their first option.”

He looked embarrassed. It was impossible to say if it was because Blood Rakshasa’s side-eye was too sexy, or something else.

The group of warriors let out a sigh of relief when they saw this, but Zhang Lingyang’s next words plunged back to hell all too soon.

“Instead, we should practice diplomacy before violence. If they tell us, then all is well. If not, then you can kill them to your heart’s content.”

Everyone: “...”

Is this what a famous warrior of the righteous sect should say?

Hell, is this what a human being should say?

“How can you say that, Little Heavenly Master? You’re a representative of Dragon Tiger Mountain and a member of the orthodoxy!”

“Yes, I’m a member of the orthodoxy, but you’re not, are you? Why should I save your lives?”

Zhang Lingyang replied matter-of-factly. “Besides, I am giving you a chance. I’m persuading Blood Rakshasa to practice diplomacy before violence, aren’t I? Or do you disagree with my solution and prefer it the other way around?”

Everyone: “...” Fuck, we can’t refute that.

“So? I’m giving you a chance here. Is no one going to speak up?” Blood Rakshasa shot Zhang Lingyang a curious look before asking.

No one answered her. A portion of them wanted to do as she said but couldn’t because of the Oath of Burden. The other portion was unwilling to give up the Dark Overlord’s Token and the Dark Overlord’s inheritance just like that.

And of course, the large majority of the group was a combination of both.

The silence continued for a while longer when suddenly, one man’s eyes suddenly grew dazed and unfocused. At the same time, his face began contorting like he was in abject pain, and blood trailed down the corners of his eyes.

Zhang Lingyang lifted his eyebrows and dashed toward the man. Unfortunately, he was only halfway there when someone blocked his way. It was Blood Rakshasa, of course.

That short delay was enough. The man let out a bloodcurdling scream, and his head exploded like an overripe melon.