Chapter 588

Our Discord Server: https://discord.gg/PazjBDkTmW

Chapter 588: Water Lord

In the market, Bai Wei was buying vegetables, with Luo Sheng beside him.

He picked vegetables while casually chatting with the other person.

"So, you agreed to come to Jinling City and kill someone without even knowing who the other person is?"

Luo Sheng smiled shyly, not good with words.

"The other person gave a lot already…"

"It seems you are a lawless person, disregarding morals and ethics," said Bai Wei, shaking his head. "Keeping you alive would only waste food."

Luo Sheng said seriously, "I can sew using a sewing machine, and I can earn a living through labor."

He had a strong will to survive.

Bai Wei said calmly, "But I am not the judge, you should speak to the judge about that."

Luo Sheng breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that he might survive if he could see the judge.

Bai Wei added, "I’m talking about the judge in the underworld."

Luo Sheng cried sadly, "Please, I don’t want to die yet."

Bai Wei said calmly, "It depends on whether you can remember who your client is."

Luo Sheng paused for a moment, wiped his face, and said, "He said he would contact me when the time is right, as long as I know the news of your death."

Bai Wei said, "It means that there might be someone nearby watching us, already having informants."

Luo Sheng sighed bitterly, "Why do I, a little demon, have to sacrifice myself when you immortals fight?"

"There’s no need to underestimate yourself," Bai Wei shook his head and said, "I’ve just fought with you and suffered serious internal injuries."

Luo Sheng’s face changed and he was about to beg for mercy.

Bai Wei continued, "At most, there are only a little over one hundred years left to live. Oh dear, I’m badly injured."

The painter couldn’t bear it any longer and stood tall, saying, "Whether to kill or to torture, you…"

Bai Wei looked over.

Luo Sheng couldn’t keep his courage for even a second, and immediately backed down, saying, "Please give me a way out. Let me go operate a sewing machine, or… even a rice planting machine."

Bai Wei looked at Luo Sheng and thought it would be a waste of effort to kill him.

He had encountered many tough guys before, but someone who didn’t care about others’ lives and instead valued their own life so much was really disgusting.

Bai Wei took a few steps back and said scornfully, "You should change your last name to Zelian."

Luo Sheng felt that he succeeded, making his opponent sickened by his success.

In the past, it was the same in the dungeon. He had his paintbrush locked away and couldn’t use any paint, so he became weak. But there were bullies everywhere in the dungeon, and if he didn’t want to get beaten up, he could only suck up to the big brother or disgust them endlessly. Because humans don’t willingly step on dog poop.

Just to survive, not looking shabby.

"Besides you, are there any other escapees? Do you have their contact information or know their whereabouts?"

Bai Wei asked casually, without expecting much.

"I don’t know," answered Luo Sheng obediently, pausing for a moment. "Most of it is unknown, but a few of them might have some clues."

"Speak."

"Okay." The painter didn’t dare keep any secrets, and he directly revealed everything. In front of a master who could unleash powerful moves at any moment, anyone would speak extremely gently and considerately.

"There are three people, a gang sticking together. They are also heading towards Jinling City because their hometown is here, and it seems their enemies are too."

"There’s one more, he said he came here to seek revenge against his enemy. That kid is very young and was once a genius at the Great Ming Academy Palace."

"The last one, very mysterious, practically impossible to find any trace of him, only half a year inside the dungeon."

"I always suspected that he might be the inside man who triggered the prison riot. Though we never communicated and I don’t have any evidence, my intuition tells me… I have always had a strong intuition." He looked at Bai Wei and added with a hint of loneliness and self-mockery, "But luck was not on my side."

Bai Wei frowned, "The collapse of the dungeon, was it just a coincidence caused by an earthquake?"

"Luo Sheng doesn’t believe: ‘The earthquake was a coincidence, the inside man was a coincidence, the uprising was a coincidence. But is it also a coincidence that someone approached me?’ ‘I had only left for half an hour and met them face to face. They even offered me an irresistible condition for cooperation. I may be one of the few culprits who didn’t seek revenge. The others all have their own motives, and they might not agree to work with these elusive and mysterious people.’"

Coincidences upon coincidences, then it becomes inevitable.

Bai Wei speculated, "Could it be that all this commotion was created just to deal with me? That seems a bit excessive."

Immediately, he dismissed this idea.

Half a year ago, he had already infiltrated the dungeon, but he was far from appearing on the North Sea Dragon Clan’s radar, let alone making enemies.

Perhaps this event, just like the incidents involving the East Sea Dragon Palace and the Ten Thousand Demon Kingdom, was premeditated and planned in advance. It is part of a long-term plan.

When it came to himself, it only showed a part of what it had accomplished.

Sending a dangerous criminal to deal with himself was probably not the main goal, but just an added bonus. If it succeeded, great, if not, it didn’t matter.

Now, not many people knew that he had successfully broken through to the Martial Saint realm, thanks to the excellent blocking of information.

It was impossible for the North Sea to have the courage to murder a Martial Saint. This meant that they would have to pay at least two or three Dragon King-level powers.

If they knew that even Tie Futu, the legendary peak Martial Saint, died at his hands, they would have given up their ideas long ago.

Still provoking, it meant that they either didn’t know or… thought the news was fake.

Tie Futu’s level was hard to determine unless they actually fought. Usually, no one believed that he truly possessed the terrifying power of a legendary peak.

The fact that Lord Ba Xia died by his hands was also a secret that had to be kept hidden.

Thinking about this, Bai Wei understood why a painter had come. He held some kind of special mystery but had a very low actual level of cultivation. He was only level seventeen, but he controlled a demon woman painting that was as high as level forty-three, and he didn’t suffer any backlash from it. This proved that his abilities were extremely special and suited for assassination. But this guy was also talented and openly displayed his art at a booth.

Even without any reminder, it proved that they completely ignored me. Those black dragons judged that I wasn’t strong enough, and their purpose of killing me was just to vent their anger. They probably didn’t even consider the consequences. For the black dragons, the ones they need to guard against are the blue dragons from the East Sea.

Bai Wei laughed happily and said, "Oh my, oh my… I’ve been completely underestimated."

Bai Wei’s sudden laughter made Luo Sheng feel uneasy and shudder with fear.

Carrying a basket full of produce, Bai Wei walked back, thinking to himself, "I can’t blame them for being ignorant. No one knows about my true strength and level, not even Chao Lu, who is closest to me. The one who knows the most is actually the Third Princess of the Ten Thousand Demon Kingdom, who is my enemy."

For a young man from the Ming Country in his twenties, unless he encounters a stroke of luck, reaching the level of a grandmaster is already something to be proud of. It’s just a dream to step into the realm of a Martial Saint. In times of peace where there are no battlefields to slay enemies, there aren’t many opportunities for martial artists to level up or achieve great feats.

Only through real killing can one level up. Otherwise, Yagyū Simozi would have reached the maximum level from going to RashoMon in the abyss three times a week at such a high frequency.

The two of them walked to a secluded place, one in front of the other.

"Do you know anything about the last person who is most likely a spy?" Bai Wei casually asked.

"Yes," Luo Sheng whispered, "Actually… it’s the person I made a deal with…"

Bai Wei raised an eyebrow, "Did you really mean that?"

Luo Sheng lowered his head and suddenly crushed the crystal in his hand.

He was also a top-level offender, obediently following all the way, enduring for a long time. How could he not give the other person a parting gift?

If it were someone else, he still had a chance to go back to the sewing machine, but with Bai Wei here, he didn’t think he could leave alive no matter what.

He had been waiting for an opportunity all along.

This crystal in his hand was not an ordinary treasure, but a genuine and mysterious crystallization. Although it couldn’t reach the level of heroic spirit’s power, its suppression force was extremely strong. It could instantly eliminate all the mysteries in the surroundings, making the sealed mysteries within the crystal the only main presence in this area. Even the sword sects, even the immortals, would be sealed off from their ‘qi’ within their bodies for a short five seconds. Its value was incredibly precious.

This was also the item the other party gave him as part of the trade. With this thing, Luo Sheng agreed to take on this business.

I have already said… they gave way too much!

The value of a smuggling boat ticket was far less than this mysterious crystal.

He waited for the chance to come, crushed the crystal fragments and violently tore open his sleeve. The tattoo on his arm came to life, a masterpiece of artwork on human skin, made from his own flesh and blood. He even ground two ribs into powder to make pigments. Up close, his entire right hand transformed into the head of a monster, with sharp fangs that tore into the target, devouring flesh, crushing bones, and absorbing life.

Luo Sheng roared with his messy hair, "Perish!"

Bai Wei stood still, exchanging the basket he held in his right hand to his left hand. He lightly spun on the tip of his toes on the ground.

The space created by the mysterious crystal collapsed and shattered with a loud noise. It expanded outward, then instantly compressed back into the center, and finally dissipated into dust.

Striking oneself against a stone, self-destruction.

In the blink of an eye, Luo Sheng went from victory to defeat, and from defeat to a dead end.

He froze, slowly turned his head, and his stiff expression seemed like it wanted to say something.

As if to make the bastard who had plotted against him pay the price, he gritted his teeth and uttered four words.

"Water Lord Shao Bo."

Bai Wei gently tapped the other person’s forehead with his hand, performing a move called "Bamboo Leaves Falling to the Ground." A puddle was left on the ground, fading away under the sunlight.

Hongze province, including Gaoyou and Shao Bo, is a crucial waterway for the Huai River to reach the Yangtze River. They are closely connected.

Water Lord Shao Bo is also known as the henchman of the Black Dragon in Hongze.

"You have the audacity to raid the dungeon. This gives us even more reason to slay the dragons. If we involve the authorities of the Ming Country, the situation may escalate and get out of control. It could lead to multiple negotiations, but…"

"This is unacceptable."

Bai Wei looked up at the sunlight and said, "Without shedding blood, it can’t be done."