Jiang Dali burst into laughter, laughing so hard that his neck wound split open again, but he still found it funny. His voice was hoarse from amusement.
In the Martial World, everyone feared him like a tiger, considering him a Great Evil Man, absolutely deserving of death.
This was the first time anyone had said that he, Jiang Dali, wasn’t worthy of death, despite his fearsome reputation.
Wang Yuyan timidly watched Jiang Dali’s blood gushing wound, her heart pounding. She couldn’t help but warn, "Stop laughing already, your wound’s split open. How can you not care about the pain? No matter how much they praise you, you shouldn’t be this happy."
"Ha ha, you little girl, you know nothing. Go fetch me some wine to drink!"
Jiang Dali laughed and turned his head, his black hair stained with blood flung Blood Pearls, then he praised Chu Liuxiang, "The Martial World is full of deceit and cold-heartedness, where destiny changes like the wind and frost. Who in this world hasn’t blood on their hands, only Thief Leader Chu Liuxiang stands out. I always thought these rumors about the Martial World were exaggerated, but seeing you today, they really aren’t. Chu Liuxiang, you truly are someone."
"Hey! Is there any of my, Bai Zhan Tang’s, improvised poetry in this Martial World? Am I not considered someone too? It was I who got the Slaughter Emotion Sword Box this time."
Bai Zhan Tang stepped out holding the Sword Box.
Chu Liuxiang shook his head, "It’s a pity, village chief, that even though you acknowledge this, it won’t change your mind because of my words. If Central Plains One Spot Red were still alive, you’d definitely want to kill him."
"That’s for sure." Jiang Dali looked at Bai Zhan Tang and sneered, "Now that you’ve got the Sword Box and achieved your goal, you can leave. Chu Liuxiang, remember the condition you promised me."
Chu Liuxiang smiled and nodded gracefully at Wang Yuyan and the cold and indifferent Dongfang Bubai. He gave a slight bow with his hands clasped, then glanced at Bai Zhan Tang, displayed an intricate movement technique, and took to the air in a strange arc, gracefully departing.
"He’s gone!" Bai Zhan Tang quickly followed, not daring to linger alone.
"Why do you believe that after Chu Liuxiang uses the Slaughter Emotion Sword Box to find the Jade Cicada and Gold Butterfly and the treasures in the ancient tomb, he’ll definitely hand them over to you? As things stand now, your relationship doesn’t seem that harmonious."
Wang Yuyan clutched at her clothes, watching the two thieves leave, then turned to Jiang Dali, puzzled.
Jiang Dali gave a light chuckle, "Because you know there’s something fishy about that Lonely Elder’s tomb, and so does Chu Liuxiang.
His goal isn’t the rumored Jade Cicada and Gold Butterfly, but to investigate the mysteries within the Lonely Elder’s tomb. Perhaps that’s what the Martial World is all about."
Jiang Dali’s tone was ironic, "Those in the Martial World who call themselves Heroes of unmatched benevolence may just be hypocrites with mouths full of false righteousness.
On the contrary, those thieves who flit about actually do right by the people and scorn the pretense of false righteousness, choosing to act instead in ways that actually benefit the Martial World."
Wang Yuyan opened her mouth, rolled her eyes, and huffed, "So what are you, the robber leader?
Listening to you, it sounds like you also want to do something beneficial for the Martial World, like my cousin Young Hero Murong?"
Jiang Dali laughed again, this time with tears streaming from his eyes.
He grabbed a jug of wine that a tiptoeing underling had struggled to bring over, guzzled a big gulp, and then cursed, "Some Young Hero Murong... Murong Fu is the biggest hypocrite I speak of. And you, Wang Yuyan, so clever and smart, yet so foolishly blinded by love."
"You!! You big bastard!"
Wang Yuyan, furious, saw the wine spill over the ferocious wound, blood gushing and reddening his strong chest, her eyes reddening as she scolded angrily, "You’re not a hypocrite. You’re just a downright Great Evil Man, drink yourself to death!"
Dongfang Bubai raised an eyebrow, looked on indifferently, but the corners of his mouth curled into an almost imperceptible smile.
Suddenly, he stretched out his hand and with a red line and a Flying Needle, pulled over a jug of wine, uncorked it, and took a swig of the chilling liquor.
Jiang Dali laughed and raised his jug to clink it against the other.
He grabbed the shrieking Wang Yuyan, brought the jug to her full lips, and poured the wine down her throat.
"No!! No!! Mmm! Mmm! Gulp gulp~~"
"Ah—cough cough cough—"
Watching Wang Yuyan choke, spitting out water, her cheeks flushed red, looking drunk and flirtatious.
Jiang Dali laughed, "You little girl, today I’ve been rarely injured, got rid of a troublesome guy, and killed someone who wanted me dead, ha ha ha, such a happy occasion, you must drink with me! Come on! Another round! After we’re done drinking, we can sleep."
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