I Don't Agree to the Terms
Chapter 230 - 141: Let the Waters of the Jianghu Become Even Muddier

Chapter 230: Chapter 141: Let the Waters of the Jianghu Become Even Muddier

"Thunder Blade Huang Yanshan, what the hell is that... I’ve been gone for two months, not two years, right!" Gu Shanhai began to doubt his life.

He hadn’t returned to the capital yet, not because he didn’t want to, but because Huang Yanshan wasn’t in the capital.

Then he heard the storyteller loudly proclaim, "This Thunder Blade truly deserves the genuine teachings of the number one Master Lu. With his Purple Thunder Seven Strikes, no top-tier expert dares to directly confront the first four moves. That day, at the Ruyu Building, with that move - the Winter Thunderclap - he defeated twelve elite masters from the Demon Sect."

Gu Shanhai knew about the Winter Thunderclap; it was an enhanced version of the Spring Thunder Strike, roughly similar to a chaotic slash of multiple layers of Purple Thunder Blade Force, releasing various electrical energies to surround and besiege the opponent, with the Purple Thunder Qi dispersing to pursue, attack, and envelop the enemy. The main idea was to hack away blindly.

But in his memory, how could this move possibly reach this level of effectiveness? Did they really think it was the original Purple Thunder Saber Technique?

Moreover, according to this storyteller, Huang Yanshan had left the capital and, with a Thunder Blade in hand, defeated all the heroes of the land, his invincible momentum laying all before him to waste, and now aiming the blade directly at the Demon Sect.

The gist was that Gu Shanhai had once defeated the Heavenly Sect Master with a single move, and now it seems he ought to measure the capabilities of the Demon Sect Master.

’This is so preposterous...’

Master Wu seemed to have disappeared, and after Gu Shanhai inquired around, he discovered that Huang Yanshan was no longer like his former self, but instead defiant and extremely domineering.

He got the feeling it was like a long-held back bounce from rock bottom. Although restrained in his previous life, without Gu Shanhai’s interference, he not only didn’t rebound but remained quite rational.

’He couldn’t have truly turned into a magnetic field madman, could he? He shouldn’t... right?’

The more Gu Shanhai thought about it, the less certain he became. He had been away for two months; who knew what Huang Yanshan might have experienced in that time.

So he could only try to find out the specific situation.

According to his inquiries, ever since the other party left the capital, it was as if he had become a different person.

"If he really goes to kill his way to the Demon Sect... he wouldn’t end up giving the ultimate insult to the Demon Sect Master," Gu Shanhai muttered quietly.

Don’t say that, it’s quite possible. In his previous life, Huang Yanshan’s madness was repressed and hidden, cold and insidious, while this time after his outbreak, it took on a dominating and extreme form.

"May I ask this brother, what is the ultimate insult?" a wealthy looking young man, who had been cracking melon seeds and listening to the storytelling nearby, overheard Gu Shanhai’s mutter and asked with great curiosity.

"Child’s play, how could you inquire about such things?" Gu Shanhai glanced at him and spoke sternly.

"Waiter, bring this brother a pot of your best tea and serve up your thirteen sweet cakes," the young master called out immediately upon hearing Gu Shanhai’s words.

Obviously, this person was a regular. The waiter swiftly set things up with efficiency.

"Ah, you’re being too polite. The ultimate insult is to capture the person, then arrange for four men known for their pederastic loves to engage in three months of in-depth interaction, followed by..." Gu Shanhai felt this lad was getting into it; might as well share something thrilling.

After Gu Shanhai gave a thorough and in-depth explanation of the ultimate insult, the young master’s face turned a shade paler, not having expected that such a terrifying method of torture could exist in the world.

This wasn’t just physical torment, but mental torture as well. If word got out, the Demon Sect would probably collapse.

"Ah, brother’s joke is quite humorous," the young master said, visibly shaken by Gu Shanhai’s realistically detailed account.

"Yes, indeed, I find it quite humorous too," Gu Shanhai said with a smile, as he had indeed told a joke.

Huang Yanshan, no matter how mad, could never be that fiendish; after all, madness takes different shapes.

"Tsk, I never imagined Master Lu had such a heavy hand; I thought anyone who could reach Grandmaster status would naturally be generous and benevolent," said a middle-aged voice.

"???" The young master looked confused. Master Lu was like that? It seemed like his worldview had shattered even more.

"Ah, I suppose I must apologize for not having pecs," Gu Shanhai noted that he didn’t work out before saying seriously, "You have only yourself to blame; had you not eavesdropped, I wouldn’t have had to fabricate a tale."

Upstairs, a middle-aged man dressed in a black robe slowly descended.

"De... Demon Sect Master Wu Moming!" The young master’s expression changed drastically. If the person sitting next to him was indeed the world’s number one Master Lu, then this black-robed middle-aged man must be the Demon Sect Master; otherwise, why would he say he was fabricating a tale?

As soon as he spoke, the originally lively atmosphere instantly froze, and everyone was reluctant to do anything rash, fearing provocation of the two.

"I’ve long heard that Master Lu isn’t particular about details; seeing it today, it appears to be true," Wu Moming said as he sat down next to Gu Shanhai.

Not being particular about details is a polite way of putting it; another way of saying it is that he’s terribly out of line. A grand figure like a Grandmaster squatting in a teahouse, concocting stories about others.

"Who told you that? I thought I was quite decent," Gu Shanhai sensed the implied meaning, and relative to Wu Moming, who cared so much about his image, Gu Shanhai never placed much importance on appearances.

"It was mentioned by someone from the Snow Mountain Sect," Wu Moming said, pouring himself tea.

"Oh, that must be a rumor then. I’ve always loved rules the most; any suggestion that I don’t is fake," Gu Shanhai insisted that he was a good person.

"To come up with an ’ultimate insult,’ those rules probably aren’t very good ones," Wu Moming commented after taking a sip of tea.