A Word To Heaven

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After circling around the entrance and relying on his keen hearing, Xu Yan finally heard a few complete sentences. Under the glaring eyes of those guards, he grinned foolishly and retreated to the main hall.

Horse referred to Horse King Town, and snake referred to a snake demon.

There was a snake demon causing trouble near Horse King Town—this was the message Xu Yan roughly pieced together from General Yan and that Grand Guardian’s conversation. It seemed like it wasn’t any secret, otherwise they wouldn’t have spoken so openly in front of him, a servant delivering wine.

Demons causing trouble wasn’t anything new. Not only did Qi Nation have quite a few demons, but Pu Nation had even more. Even in border towns like Old Grave Mountain, one could encounter wolf demons, so it was even more normal for Horse King Town, surrounded by mountains, to have demon troubles.

Horse King Town was three hundred li from Fengdu, near the Tongtian River. Almost every household in the town raised horses. It became famous a hundred years ago when a Horse King with horns on its head appeared there. In Qi Nation, when talking about places that produced good horses, Horse King Town could rank first.

From the casual way that Grand Guardian and General Yan chatted in the room, Xu Yan could see that today’s meeting between these two was just a small gathering, not a discussion of important matters. Sure enough, before long, Plum Fragrance Tower’s dancers were called in, stringed and wind instruments began playing loudly, and the tower’s top courtesans were eager to try, preparing to perform for those important people—or offer themselves.

Just going out for a casual drink required this kind of pomp. Xu Yan shook his head secretly, thinking that important people were indeed impressive. He thought leading Little Black around the streets was imposing enough, but compared to these people who needed to travel by ship just to eat a meal, he was still too humble.

People were like grass and duckweed. Unless they were princes and marquises born with golden keys, or martial artists who had made great names for themselves, what could ordinary common folk do but be humble?

Xu Yan didn’t mind whether he was grass or duckweed—he only cared about his stomach.

Having served good wine twice and been busy for most of the day, the little Taoist was also hungry. Plum Fragrance Tower’s main hall specifically sold food and fine wine, similar to ordinary taverns. Because the dishes tasted much better than ordinary taverns, there were plenty of people who came to Plum Fragrance Tower purely to eat and drink. This was thanks to the chef Mei Sanniang had poached from a large tavern at high cost. Since she had already become a madam, she didn’t mind people cursing her behind her back for poaching.

There were quite a few diners in the main hall. Xu Yan carried a plate of white rice with braised pork, looking for a seat.

Usually he ate in the kitchen or in his small courtyard, but today with distinguished guests visiting, Mei Sanniang had asked him to help keep watch and make sure nothing went wrong, so Xu Yan didn’t leave the first floor main hall even when eating.

All the seats were taken. After searching for a long time, Xu Yan saw a window-side table with only one person dining alone.

Grinning, Xu Yan didn’t stand on ceremony. He carried his plate and sat across from the person, said “excuse me, excuse me, I’ll leave once I’m full,” then buried his head and started eating voraciously, not even looking at the other person’s expression. Anyway, Xu Yan figured the other person probably didn’t have a good expression.

One plate of white rice wasn’t enough for Xu Yan. After wolfing it down, he discovered there was no more rice. Only then did Xu Yan look up and around. Seeing a servant passing by, he handed over his plate: “Another plate!”

He was afraid that if he went to get rice himself, he’d lose his seat when he came back. Anyway, all the servants in Plum Fragrance Tower recognized this Brother Yan, so they took the plate with a smile and went to serve rice.

While looking up, Xu Yan casually glanced at the diner across the table. It would have been better if he hadn’t looked—this glance made him grin foolishly again.

Sitting across the table was a handsome youth with red lips and white teeth. Handsome was handsome, but his expression was so twisted it could wring out water. Dark clouds covered his fair face, and Xu Yan felt like this person was about to cry the next moment.

Actually, the person didn’t want to cry—he wanted to beat him up.

“This table is occupied. Can’t you see?” the handsome youth said coldly.

“Oh, it’s you, brother. My apologies, my apologies. I’ll just eat a bite and give up the seat once I’m full.” Xu Yan grinned. The person across from him was an acquaintance—he had seen him yesterday, the one who carried the scent of thousand-section flowers.

“I’m saying, this! table! is! occupied!” the handsome youth said through gritted teeth.

Xu Yan could even hear the sound of teeth grinding. He looked left and right with a puzzled expression: “Where’s the person?”

The other person had claimed a table. Although dining alone, the table was still his. Xu Yan didn’t mind, but the other person did. Hearing him play dumb, the handsome youth actually stopped getting angry. He took a deep breath, and a cold gleam flashed in his large eyes.

Killing intent!

At this moment, Xu Yan could even see raging flames erupting from the other person’s head, scaring him into blinking and scooting his chair back.

“Brother Yan, your rice is here!”

The servant’s clear, pleasant call interrupted the surging killing intent at the dining table. Xu Yan took the plate and said somewhat embarrassedly: “Bring another plate of rice for this brother. I’m treating.”

“No need!” the handsome youth said angrily. “I’m not a rice bucket!”

The implication was that the guy across from him was the rice bucket. Who treats someone to a meal with just a plate of white rice?

Although the handsome youth was furious, his voice wasn’t loud, as if he was trying hard to suppress his anger to avoid disturbing others.

“Thousand-section flowers—I like them too.”

While shoveling rice into his mouth, Xu Yan said this to make conversation. This sentence didn’t matter much, but the handsome youth across from him almost flipped the table. His two fair, slender hands gripped the table edge tightly.

Having the floral scent on one’s body detected by others wasn’t a big deal—fragrance was meant to be smelled. But if one’s natural body scent was detected by outsiders, that would be problematic.

“The scent on your body—the scent of thousand-section flowers—I love it most!”

Afraid the other person didn’t understand, Xu Yan hurriedly added this sentence. The handsome youth across from him turned red around the eyes, with a murderous coldness between his brows.

“Seems like there’s killing intent?”

Eight Fingers Wang, squatting at the entrance with a wooden stick, chest out and head high, looking imposing but no different from a guard dog, glanced at Xu Yan who was freeloading at someone’s table and muttered to himself.

He was hungry too, but he had to guard the door. Not for Plum Fragrance Tower, but because the Grand Guardian was inside. If some worthless ruffians came, he wouldn’t say a word—he’d go up and greet them with his stick. As for his blade, Xu Yan had already taken it, and Eight Fingers Wang had been looking for it for ages.

While Eight Fingers Wang was looking back, the fat General Yan and the Grand Guardian had already come down the stairs from the second floor. The two were chatting and laughing, leaving Plum Fragrance Tower as if no one else existed. Eight Fingers Wang didn’t dare even fart in front of these important people, bending his waist almost to his feet, and he didn’t know if they had seen the Ghost King Gate waist token he had specifically hung around his neck.

Ever since General Yan and Grand Guardian Zhuo Shaoyu came downstairs, the handsome youth across from Xu Yan couldn’t be bothered with him anymore. His gaze followed the two men’s footsteps far out before slowly withdrawing.

Xu Yan, stuffing white rice into his mouth, saw a trace of gloom appear in the handsome youth’s eyes.

That wasn’t outward killing intent, but a murderous intent so cold it reached the extreme!

Enemies?

While frantically swallowing rice, Xu Yan pondered how to advise the youth across from him.

That handsome youth carried the scent of his homeland. Smelling the thousand-section flower fragrance, Xu Yan could think of Riding Clouds Temple and the old Taoist. Although the youth had a bad temper, he didn’t want such a young person of similar age to be blinded by hatred and end up with a tragic fate.

Having enmity with anyone else would be fine, but having enmity with Ghost King Gate’s Grand Guardian—wasn’t that seeking death?