Chapter 3283 — A Mighty Patron!
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Dongfang Badao watched the young man leave, then tossed a piece of the sticky cake into his mouth and handed the bag round to the others. He was a little hungry himself. Chewing, he said with some puzzlement, "Tell me, those three from the Bloody Garment Yellow Springs Sect came all the way here just to eat? What is their game? Surely they did not come to this barren village in the back of beyond for a single meal?"
He could hardly be blamed for thinking so. Their first impression upon reaching West Star Mountain Village had been one of utter desolation. They found it hard to imagine what business the three ancestors of the Bloody Garment Yellow Springs Sect could possibly have in such a remote, backward place.
Could they be here to survey the terrain, intending to relocate the Bloody Garment Yellow Springs Sect to these parts? Only ancient sects would choose a site in such an out-of-the-way spot, after all. Beyond that, Dongfang Badao truly could not conceive of a second possibility.
"Who knows? Still, remote as it is, it would do well enough for developing a sect. Could it be that the Bloody Garment Yellow Springs Sect feels it has offended too many people and wants to move its headquarters here?" Chairman Qian Boguang of the Black Horse Association took the sticky cake, bit into it, then said with a frown.
"Who cares what they are doing? Let us go straight to them and settle accounts!" Zhong Yongliang was itching for action. He had been dead so long, and revived for some while now, yet he had never once left the Tomorrow Upon Tomorrow Cult. This was his first return to the jianghu, and naturally he could scarcely wait.
"Quite right, Mr. Zhong speaks truly. We are not tapeworms in the bellies of the Bloody Garment Yellow Springs Sect, so why concern ourselves with what they are about? Let us go straight to them and settle accounts," the Pure Yang Heavenly Venerable said at once, upon hearing Zhong Yongliang's words.
"That is so. Then let us be off!" Dongfang Badao nodded.
Together they walked toward Widow Wang's little grocery at the head of the village. At the sight of the ramshackle shop, every one of them frowned. The three ancestors of the Bloody Garment Yellow Springs Sect were men who had seen the world, and yet they would deign to eat in such a low-class place? Was there no end to the absurdity?
Nevertheless, they stepped inside. To their great delight, there at a table not far off sat the Bloody Garment Ancestor, the Yellow Springs Ancestor, and the Sinister Ancestor, the three ancestors of the Bloody Garment Yellow Springs Sect. Only, across from them sat one more person, whose business here they could not guess.
Naturally, they paid him no mind. What did it matter what he was about? An irrelevant bystander who dared meddle would simply be made an example of, that the chicken might be killed to frighten the monkey.
"Gentlemen, are you here to buy or to eat?" Widow Wang, seeing another great wave of finely dressed folk arrive, took them for companions of the Yellow Springs Ancestor and his party. She thought to herself that joy had truly come to roost on her branch today, and that she was about to make a fortune.
Chairman Qian Boguang of the Black Horse Association took the lead. He paid Widow Wang no heed at all; in his eyes she was much the same as an ant. His purpose here was to make an example of one, to strike down the Sinister Ancestor and force the remaining two ancestors into submission.