Chapter 3283 — A Mighty Patron!
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In truth, from a personal standpoint, Qian Boguang was hardly the one most wronged by the Bloody Garment Yellow Springs Sect. As for the Grand Elder who had died, Qian Boguang had never thought much of him. The man, resting on his seniority and the fact that he had been the first of the older generation to reach the peak of the late Heaven Rank, full perfection of strength, had looked down on Qian Boguang, the chairman, and even after Qian Boguang himself ascended to the peak of the late Heaven Rank, full perfection of strength, the old thing had still treated him with utter indifference.
To be fair, back when his strength had been inferior, Qian Boguang had simply endured it. After all, though he was chairman, in the world of cultivation strength commanded respect, so it was tolerable that the man ignored his orders. But now he too was a master at the peak of the late Heaven Rank, full perfection of strength, and for the other to keep up such an attitude—that was a problem.
And so, the man's death was merely a death. From Qian Boguang's view, his passing saved everyone further aggravation.
From the Black Horse Association's standpoint, however, it would not do. The man was, after all, a master at the peak of the late Heaven Rank, full perfection of strength, a pillar and mainstay of the Black Horse Association. His death dealt a considerable blow to the association's overall strength.
And there was one thing more: the one who had slain this Grand Elder was a man of the Bloody Garment Yellow Springs Sect. By rights, the Bloody Garment Yellow Springs Sect and the Black Horse Association were both ancient sects that took a man's money and spared him his calamity, alike in nature; and since their business did not conflict, they had always held one another in mutual esteem, each keeping to its own side of the fence. Now that the Bloody Garment Yellow Springs Sect had been the first to break the rules, how could Qian Boguang not be furious?
So the grudge was great indeed. Today he must slay the Sinister Ancestor with his own hand to restore the Black Horse Association's face; otherwise he had been chairman for nothing.
"Eh? Gentlemen, what are you—" Widow Wang looked at the men filing in, all with dark, grim faces, and her heart gave a lurch. These people—could it be they were not here to eat, but to wreck the place? Yet she ran only a tiny mountain shop and had never offended anyone. Why would they come to wreck it?
"Stay out of the way. We are here to settle accounts with someone; this is no affair of yours," Dongfang Badao said coldly, with a glance at Widow Wang, his tone overbearing.
"Ah? Looking for someone?" Widow Wang started. In this room, apart from Old Man Wei, there were only those three dressed much like these newcomers. Could it be they had come for those three? A fine pair of troublemakers they were! But they must not drag Dr. Lin into it. If anything happened to Dr. Lin, who would treat the sick folk of these ten miles and eight villages?
Yet anxious as she was, these men were plainly here with ill intent, and Widow Wang dared not say more. She could only cough twice as a warning, hoping Old Man Wei would hurry away. Let these people do as they pleased; if they smashed up her little shop, she would count it her bad luck.
"Bloody Garment, Yellow Springs, Sinister—you never expected this, did you? You fled so far, and still we found you," the Pure Yang Heavenly Venerable said with a cold snort, turning his gaze to the only occupied table in the shop. "There is no use in hiding. We have come today to avenge our fallen brothers. The Pure Yin Heavenly Venerable died at your hands, did he not?"
"Our Bloody Garment Yellow Springs Sect takes a man's money and spares him his calamity; that has always been our rule," the Bloody Garment Ancestor said mildly. "If all those dead men had harbored thoughts like yours, we should never have taken up this trade at all."