Chapter 35

On this day, the business at the Zhao family's weapon shop was still quite booming.

Weapons can be exchanged, good rules.

The one most delighted was Old Sun, the old patriarch's efforts not only held steady but were also further developed, and his grandson truly brought him pride.

Zhao Yun walked out from the back garden, feeling dizzy.

The cultivation resources were used up again, and he needed to find a place to buy some, such as energy-boosting pills or spirit liquid for soaking his body. The black market was a good place for that.

"Is your master coming again?"

A man in a hemp robe walked with him. He hadn't returned to the black market for a few days and needed to go to the Full Treasure Tower to check. He muttered along the way, having waited so long without seeing that old senior.

"Like a dragon, seen at the head but not the tail."

Zhao Yun yawned, unsure if he was tired or just exhausted.

"What level is he?"

The man in the hemp robe asked, his hands in his sleeves, seemingly casual.

"Heaven Warrior."

Zhao Yun's response was casual as well. When it came to cultivation levels, it was always better to say a higher one!

"Heaven Warrior realm, fitting for his mysteriousness."

The man in the hemp robe thought to himself, admiring the breadth of vision that he could never reach.

"Teach me another secret technique, and I'll tell you a secret."

Zhao Yun held a wine flask, and after speaking, he added: "About my master."

"Sure."

"My master is a woman."

"A woman?"

The man in the hemp robe's voice was quite loud, startling the passersby, who trembled. What an idiot! Why shout so loudly? At his age, has he never seen a woman?

"A woman?"

The man in the hemp robe ignored the passersby and muttered, his hands in his sleeves. When he first met the senior, the voice sounded male, but now it seemed the senior had used a voice-changing pill.

That made sense, to hide his identity!

Zhao Yun, on the other side, was rubbing his head and extending his hand. The head-rubbing was due to the shock from the man in the hemp robe's loud voice, and the hand extension was for the secret technique. The secret was already told, and if the man tried to back out, Zhao Yun would curse him.

As for the secret he told, it was true.

Everything he had now was basically given by the Moon Goddess, and calling her his master wasn't an exaggeration. He was a good boy and never lied.

"How can it be a woman?"

Seeing Zhao Yun extend his hand, the man in the hemp robe pretended not to notice and quickened his pace.

"Don't back out!"

Zhao Yun's legs moved even faster, his pale face now showing black lines.

"Interesting."

The man in the hemp robe sighed, moving quickly, like a black shadow, weaving through the crowd. The passersby were surprised, realizing that one shouldn't judge a person by their appearance. This old man's movements were so mysterious, he must be a powerful martial artist, and his depth was unfathomable.

"Is he with Zhao Yun, his senior?"

"I know almost all the guest elders of the Zhao family, and I haven't seen him."

"He might be a new addition."

There were many discussions, and the man in the hemp robe slipped away, making Zhao Yun the focus of attention.

"You old bastard."

Zhao Yun cursed in his heart, knowing he couldn't catch up. The old man ran too fast.

When they reached the black market, he went to the Full Treasure Tower first.

The man in the hemp robe wasn't there, probably wandering elsewhere.

Not finding the man, Zhao Yun left with a dark face.

The black market was bustling, but there were few shouts. Everyone knew what business was being done, so there was no need to shout. It was all about selling stolen goods! Each person was mysterious, who knew what treasures they carried.

He wandered for the whole day.

By nightfall, he returned, with silver in his hand, having a good haul.

When he came to the Full Treasure Tower again, the door was open.

Zhao Yun approached, leaning on the door frame, and peeked inside.

The man in the hemp robe was there.

This old man was indeed relaxed, lying on a reclining chair, sleeping comfortably.

"Just him, no one else."

Zhao Yun narrowed his eyes and ran off. After two steps, he remembered something and turned back, throwing an explosive talisman into the Full Treasure Tower.

Done, he ran faster than a rabbit.

Boom!

Soon, a loud explosion was heard, accompanied by thunder.

The Full Treasure Tower was on fire.

From a distance, the entire roof was blown off.

"You little brat."

The man in the hemp robe's curse was powerful, but he wasn't hurt, just covered in dust. There was no need to ask who threw the explosive talisman. With its lightning and fire, only Zhao Yun in the entire Forgotten Ancient City had such a talisman.

"Eye-catching."

At the black market exit, Zhao Yun chuckled. Indeed, adding lightning and beast fire made the explosive talisman's power even more formidable, and it was definitely more effective in injuring people.

Leaving the black market, Zhao Yun took off his black robe.

It was already late at night, and the streets were almost empty except for a few drunkards.

Zhao Yun walked with his wine, enjoying the rare peace.

Suddenly, the sound of hooves was heard. The neighing of a horse indicated it was a Baiyun Jiao (White Cloud Colt).

Zhao Yun didn't turn back, knowing without looking that the rider was Liu Ruyue.

Indeed, it was Liu Ruyue. She had been out late at night and was just returning. From a distance, she saw Zhao Yun's figure.

She gently pulled the reins.

The galloping horse slowed down, eventually walking alongside Zhao Yun.

At that moment, a drunkard rubbed his eyes.

Looking again, he confirmed he hadn't seen wrong. It was Zhao Yun and Liu Ruyue, one on the horse, cold and indifferent; the other walking, holding a wine flask.

This was quite interesting.

If it were daytime, the whole street would be buzzing, as they were both famous.

"Feeling quite accomplished after defeating the Liu family's weapon shop?"

Liu Ruyue didn't dismount or look at Zhao Yun. Her voice was still cold and indifferent, the first time she spoke to her former lover since that night.

"Is the young miss here to blame me?"

Zhao Yun took a sip of wine, not looking at Liu Ruyue, more calm than he expected.

"Doesn't it pain your conscience to have Uncle San exiled?"

"When our weapon shop was bombed, did you ask him if it pained his conscience? When he tried to bring down the Zhao family's weapon shop, did you advise him to leave Zhao Yun a way out? You didn't advise him when he was attacking, but you come to blame me when he's in trouble. If he wins, it's natural; if he loses, it's my fault. Miss Liu, what kind of logic is this?"

"You've become so heartless now." Liu Ruyue's lips moved slightly.

"That's what I should be asking you." Zhao Yun stretched, "Your father is the clan leader. One word from him, and Liu Canghai can return to the clan. You have time to lecture me but no time to ask your father for help. Is it because you don't want to? Or do you not care? The same heartlessness, what right do you have to speak to me?"

"Zhao Yun, you've changed."

"You haven't either."

"Listen to me, the path of evil is not the right way. Knowing your mistakes and correcting them is the greatest virtue."

Liu Ruyue's words were cold, sitting on the horse as if on a cloud, high above, like a goddess, using her compassion to enlighten the masses.

With that, she raised her whip.

The Baiyun Jiao, which had been walking slowly, neighed and galloped away like a cloud.

The horse was definitely a fine one.

The person on the horse, however, was not so commendable.

I wonder what her expression would be if she knew Zhao Yun could now cultivate.

"Path of evil?"

Zhao Yun, behind, held his wine flask, looking at himself from all angles.

Am I evil?

At that moment, he wanted to pull Liu Ruyue back and ask her, "What the hell is evil about me? I have a master from the Heavenly Sect, and everyone looks like a bad person to me?"

Returning to the weapon shop, Old Sun and the others were already asleep.

Zhao Yun didn't disturb them, locking the door and putting away his gear.

Bathed in moonlight, he sat cross-legged.

The sound of his bones cracking echoed, as he cultivated and pondered.

In a daze, he seemed to see a figure again.

Unfortunately, he couldn't see clearly, perhaps it was too far, far to the end of time.

Suddenly, the sleeping Moon Goddess frowned slightly.

In Zhao Yun's consciousness, she could see what he saw.

The figure was somewhat familiar.