The Path of the Martial Arts BOSS
Chapter 209 - 21 Induction

Chapter 209: Chapter 21 Induction

"Creak crack chomp..."

In the dark, pitch-black cave chamber, incessant chewing noises echoed as if a cannibal demon was feasting.

"Wow, such a feast..."

"Cannibal Demon" Qing Yu spread out his limbs, lying in the chamber in a carefree, sprawling manner, where no one else was present.

He had acquired the "Dragon Elephant Wisdom Cultivation Technique" seven days ago. Over the past seven days, Qing Yu had been relentlessly cultivating day and night, blessed by his anonymous employer, with the aid of the "Supreme Primordial Pill," the "Dragon Elephant Wisdom Cultivation Technique" had continuously broken through barriers, reaching the third layer already.

Now, Qing Yu’s body was strong enough to sustain eightfold True Qi for a lengthy period, essentially without risking side effects.

However, the side effect of cultivating the "Dragon Elephant Wisdom Cultivation Technique" did occur. No, perhaps it should not be called a side effect—this was a common issue with all Body Refining Techniques: an excessive consumption of food.

Originally, the provisions at the base were thought to sustain everyone for at least two months, but due to Qing Yu’s rapid progression, they were nearly depleted.

That meant, the original plan of secluding himself for at least a month, was now coming to an end.

After a brief rest, Qing Yu decided to leave seclusion, ending his near-decaying life in the cave.

The Stone Gate of the chamber slowly moved aside, Qing Yu adjusted his posture, maintaining the dignity of a Dragon Chief, and stepped out slowly.

Outside the chamber, as always, two people stood guard.

"How has the situation been lately? Has the Zhenwu Sect shown any movements?" Qing Yu asked one of the black-clothed guards at random.

"Reporting to Dragon Chief, although Zhenwu Sect has increased their efforts to search for our Azure Dragon Association, the situation has not reached an alarming level," responded the black-clothed man, coincidentally the same one who had guided Qing Yu last time.

"Is that so?"

Qing Yu subconsciously touched the handle of the Taiming Sword at his side. His instincts told him that the reason Zhenwu Sect had not launched a total hunt for Gong Ziyu was connected to the original owner of this sword.

Of course, it wasn’t because Qingxu intended to take personal revenge against Qing Yu; he wasn’t that type of person.

On the Zhenwu Sect’s side, they probably wanted to cover up the fact that their Chief Disciple had been defeated by Gong Ziyu.

After all, Gong Ziyu was just an assassin leader, who couldn’t be compared in status to Qingxu, the senior brother of the Zhenwu Sect.

Should such a victory be disclosed, with the vastly different statuses of the two individuals, the victory of the lower status assassin leader would certainly shock worldly society. Zhenwu Sect would instantly become a joke.

’But I have already seized the sword, how could they cover it up? They can’t possibly claim Gong Ziyu, this assassin leader, also moonlighted as a thief, taking advantage of Qingxu’s unguarded moment to steal the Treasure Sword. It would be more honorable to admit defeat.’

’Wait, I just had a great idea...’

Qing Yu suddenly thought of an idea, a notion that might enable him to achieve a previously unfinished goal.

"Is that Chen Qinglin, who was captured, still alive?"

"Still alive. Following Dragon Chief’s orders, we have not continued to torture him. He is still detained in the cell," the black-clothed man replied respectfully.

"Lead the way."

Chen Qinglin was living rather comfortably; given that the Dragon Chief had previously mentioned that this captive might still be useful, Chen Qinglin was even spared from missing any meals, kept plump though pale-faced.

Thanks to rumors in worldly society, the Azure Dragon Association had almost become demonized in common view, each member supposedly eating human flesh and drinking human blood.

Chen Qinglin, who had openly scorned the Azure Dragon Association in Qingling’s presence, now, having fallen into their hands, was haunted by those rumors, fearing that he might be turned into emergency rations at any moment. Consequently, he took every meal as if it were his last, living in constant fear day and night.

"Hello, Chen Qinglin," a mocking voice awakened Chen Qinglin, who had been cowering in a corner, immersed in his fear.

He lifted his head, looking towards the source of the sound, only to see a figure in a black luxurious outfit with a bronze mask covering his face, standing by his side, looking down at him.

"Gong Ziyu." With such distinctive features, Chen Qinglin recognized immediately who it was.

"Are you here to kill me? Come on, then!"

Thinking his end was near, Chen Qinglin indeed felt a sense of relief. This day, submerged in fear, was finally at its end.

"Someone will avenge me."

"Oh?" Qing Yu asked in a strangely curious tone, "Will they really?"

"Will someone really come to avenge you? As far as I know, there hasn’t been any news from Zhenwu Sect about a disciple being abducted by the Azure Dragon Association. Their searches are merely more intensive than before. It seems you don’t hold much status in their eyes!"

"What do you mean!" Chen Qinglin suddenly raised his head and glared at Qing Yu.

By then, he had discarded his fear of Qing Yu. Having just resigned himself to accept death, fear had already left him. After all, most of the time, death is the most terrifying thing. If one isn’t afraid of death, then there isn’t much left to fear. (Although often, this is just a platitude)

"Isn’t the meaning clear enough?" Qing Yu looked straight into Chen Qinglin’s eyes, where, beyond anger, a deeper fear lingered.

It wasn’t the fear of death, but the fear that the suspicion in his mind might be true.

"You, have, been, abandoned!" Qing Yu articulated, voicing the greatest fear in Chen Qinglin’s heart.

"That’s impossible!" Chen Qinglin suddenly erupted, glaring at Qing Yu and raising his fist as if to strike him.

But under those deep, abyss-like eyes, Chen Qinglin suddenly felt his fury quenched by cold water, his courage swiftly evaporating, and he shrank back, lowering his fist.

"It can’t be... impossible... Master... Master wouldn’t abandon me..."

Eventually, Chen Qinglin cowered back into the corner, muttering to himself while hugging his knees.

"Your master indeed wouldn’t abandon you," a sly smile crossed beneath the bronze mask, "even if he were to abandon you, he would have his compelling reasons."

"Reasons?" Chen Qinglin blankly lifted his head, a glimmer of hope flickering in his eyes. He needed a reason.

"Yes, reasons, a compelling reason to abandon you. For instance... covering up the fact that Zhenwu Sect’s Chief Disciple Qingxu was defeated by an infamous assassin leader, to save face for Zhenwu Sect. Do you think this reason carries enough weight?"

With a slightly enticing, bizarre tone, Qing Yu disclosed a sufficient reason. This reason slowly filled Chen Qinglin’s eyes with resentment.

"Qingxu!!!"

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