Chapter 3287 — If You Don't Court Death, You Won't Die
The Blossom Guardian · Page 1 of 2
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.