Chapter 3287 — If You Don't Court Death, You Won't Die

So the awe-inspiring sight of young master Wei Zhao cutting down all those experts in an instant—it was hereditary, inherited from right here!

"Too much, this is just explosive!" After his fear passed, Zhong Yongliang was left with deep admiration, a reverence rising from the bottom of his heart. He felt that in his whole life he could never reach such a towering height.

And back in the day, at the Tomorrow Upon Tomorrow Cult, his own Mad Dragon Patriarch's second junior brother, the Mad Leopard Patriarch, had not only refused to be ashamed of serving as a lackey to the Vajra Duo—he had taken pride in it, and many sects had envied him for it. Now Zhong Yongliang felt a touch of envy toward the Bloody Garment Yellow Springs Sect. Damn it, no wonder the Bloody Garment Yellow Springs Sect was so fierce and dared kill anyone—their backing was rock solid!

So Zhong Yongliang seized the chance and began cheering loudly: "Senior Dongfang, with you being so fearsome—does your family even know?"

"No," Lin Dongfang shook his head.

"Huh?" Zhong Yongliang had praised Lin Dongfang just now without thinking; his intent had simply been that Lin Dongfang was formidable and mighty, and he had never expected Lin Dongfang to actually answer. Stunned for a moment, he was instantly overjoyed: "Haha, then I know! Senior Dongfang, how about you take our Tomorrow Upon Tomorrow Cult as your lackeys too? Just like the Bloody Garment Yellow Springs Sect. Back in the day, my mas... my sect's Mad Leopard Patriarch was your lackey, so we're practically old acquaintances."

"We'll see," Lin Dongfang waved a hand, somewhat unaccustomed to Zhong Yongliang's enthusiasm. "Little friend, what's your name? Have we met before?"

"Oh, Senior Dongfang, I forgot to introduce myself. I'm Zhong Yongliang, currently the strategist of the Tomorrow Upon Tomorrow Cult—a position of great standing. My word represents the Tomorrow Upon Tomorrow Cult, right, Mad Bull Patriarch?" Zhong Yongliang said, turning to look at Mad Bull Patriarch.

"Indeed, Mr. Zhong is one of the decision-makers of our Tomorrow Upon Tomorrow Cult," Mad Bull Patriarch said hurriedly, nodding. Though Zhong Yongliang was only an Earth-rank expert now, he was still his senior martial brother!

In the past, the senior martial brother's authority and his care for them were vivid in their memories. Mad Bull Patriarch in truth held deep feelings for Mad Dragon Patriarch—for all that the Tomorrow Upon Tomorrow Cult was a demonic sect, the human bonds within it ran deeper than in many great sects and great clans!

That was also why the Pure Yang Heavenly Venerable and the Pure Yin Heavenly Venerable were on such good terms!

"Zhong Yongliang?" Lin Dongfang found the name somewhat familiar. He thought it over, and a flicker of surprise crossed his face—wasn't this the brat who was Xiao Yi's enemy? Why had he come running to be his lackey? How baffling!

"Yes, yes, Senior Dongfang, just call me Little Liangzi!" Zhong Yongliang said hastily.

"Enough. Other matters can wait. You lot—who else among you wants to settle accounts with me?" Lin Dongfang looked toward the others present.

"Ha. How could that be?" The Closed-Door Elder, unusually talkative, spoke up: "Senior Dongfang, Qian Boguang may have been the chairman of our Black Horse Association, but his actions represented only himself—nothing to do with me. Now that he's dead, I am the one who speaks for the Black Horse Association, and my view is much the same as this Mr. Zhong Yongliang's. You see, one sheep is driven, two sheep are led—why not take us as your lackeys as well? These days, out in the world, a man feels uneasy without a backer, and he doesn't walk with any swagger..."

"And you?" Lin Dongfang did not respond to the Closed-Door Elder, but turned his head to look at Dongfang Badao.

Though Dongfang Badao chafed inwardly, he dared not say much at this moment. But to be someone's lackey—that was a face he absolutely could not bring himself to lose! After all, setting aside the dead elders of the Dongfang clan and the rest, his own grandson Dongfang Bushu had died at the hands of Tomorrow Upon Tomorrow Cult disciples. To join hands with the Tomorrow Upon Tomorrow Cult—that was something he simply could not bring himself to do!

As for why the Tomorrow Upon Tomorrow Cult, even after having their Pure Yin Heavenly Venerable slain, still wanted to become Lin Dongfang's lackeys alongside the Bloody Garment Yellow Springs Sect—perhaps it was because the Pure Yin Heavenly Venerable had no blood ties to them after all, and the one who spoke for the Tomorrow Upon Tomorrow Cult was Zhong Yongliang, not the Pure Yang Heavenly Venerable!

In a sect, the master comes first. However close the bonds among fellow disciples, for the master's sake one may betray them—that is the rule of the sect, and the Pure Yang Heavenly Venerable must abide by it.

"The grudge between the Dongfang clan and the Bloody Garment Yellow Springs Sect ends here. I thank Senior Dongfang for sparing my life. I shall take my leave..." Dongfang Badao cupped his fists and said slowly.

Dongfang Badao's words made Zhong Yongliang frown. What was this? So your business with the Bloody Garment Yellow Springs Sect is settled—but your feud with Zhang Naipao of our Tomorrow Upon Tomorrow Cult remains, is that it? You old thing, suit yourself—go court death, then. Our Tomorrow Upon Tomorrow Cult fears you not at all now, and once we've acknowledged Lin Dongfang as our leader and backer, we'll fear you even less, and we can finish you off whenever we please!

But for the moment, Zhong Yongliang only said, in that veiled, snide way of his: "Truly, if you don't court death, you won't die! Some people just insist on courting death."

Hearing Zhong Yongliang's words, Dongfang Badao flared with anger at once. But before Lin Dongfang he dared not make a scene, and could only give a cold snort.

"What are you hmph-ing about? I was talking about that fool Qian Boguang—we were all going to acknowledge a leader, and he alone refused. If that's not courting death, what is?" Zhong Yongliang's words were nothing if not barbed, for Dongfang Badao too had shown no intention of acknowledging a leader. If this wasn't pointing at the mulberry and cursing the locust, what was it?

"You..." Dongfang Badao was furious beyond measure, and yet... thinking of his grandson, dead before his time, he must have his revenge!

"Enough. If there is nothing else, everyone please go back," Lin Dongfang said. He could feel his own strength—if he killed one more, weakness would surely set in, and it would not do for anyone to notice. Besides, Dongfang Badao did not quite warrant his striking him dead. So he went on: "I am in hiding now. As for news of me, I hope you will all keep it secret. Otherwise..."

Otherwise what, Lin Dongfang did not say, but everyone present shivered in unison. Surely Lin Dongfang's "otherwise" meant Qian Boguang's fate?

"Rest assured, Leader, we will certainly keep it secret!" Zhong Yongliang was the first to answer the call.

"I told you, I have no intention of taking lackeys," Lin Dongfang said coldly. "But I do have a successor. When the chance comes, I will introduce you—you may be his lackey."

"Yes, yes, yes!" Zhong Yongliang was overjoyed. Who cared whether it was the successor or Lin Dongfang himself? Lin Dongfang was so formidable that his backer could hardly be weak. At that thought he said hurriedly: "Then don't you forget, old Leader!" (Yunhai Shukuwei. Xin yuren22, welcome to follow; the latest update news will be shared there.) RS