CH 383

383: Bisi’s Death (Drafted 2/6)

Zo didn’t expect to meet the group again so soon.

Feng Wu raised a brow when she saw Bisi. Suddenly, she leapt forward, and all anyone could see was an after image moving toward Bisi. By the time Bisi realized anything was wrong, a sword had pierced through her chest.

She’d been cut before she could even register the pain.

Master said not to give anyone who tried to kill you a second chance. Once the other party has tried to kill you, there was no going back. You should not stay your hand, otherwise a single act of kindness will bring you infinite regret.

Feng Wu was obedient if nothing else. Bisi had tried to kill her, and even Zo had been endangered. Angry, Feng Wu readily followed through with her master’s teachings. Bad guys had to die.

Feng Wu had always felt this bad guy in particular hadn’t liked her, hated her even. She’d felt Bisi’s killing intent on her more than once. And after the tightrope incident, Feng Wu was determined to kill Bisi first chance she got. Kill the bad guy and don’t give them another chance to attack.

Feng Wu’s sudden action stunned Zo. The group was also stunned; they thought Feng Wu and Zo had died at the cliff. They were alive after falling from such a high place? Wow!

Everyone stopped in their tracks. They stared at the girl they all thought had died.

“You. . . you’re not dead!” Bisi’s eyes went wide with disbelief. Maybe the sight of Feng Wu shocked her so hard she couldn't feel pain. She could feel her strength waning though, and she knew if she didn’t get aid soon, she would be in trouble.

“Bad person!” Feng Wu yanked out her small sword.

Bisi fell to the ground from the now intense pain. “No. . . impossible. . . you can’t be alive. . . ” After saying her last words, Bisi finally stopped breathing.

“The two of you are still alive. We thought for sure you were buried at the bottom of the cliff!”

None of them felt sad for Bisi. They were all strangers who had come together for the same purpose inside the tomb. Which of them had the spare time to care about some stranger’s death?

Besides, she was the one who did the plotting first. Since those she plotted against survived, it was only natural they would act against her.

The world was like that. If you are strong, you kill others. If you are weak, others will kill you.

“We were lucky. There was a pool at the bottom of the cliff.” Zo stepped up to answer before Feng Wu could speak.

All the curious people surrounded Zo and began peppering him with questions. He tried his best to answer what he could. What he couldn’t answer, he either lied or gave a vague reply.

Their enthusiasm waned after half an hour and they remembered where they were and what they were doing.

Everyone got busy digging herbs and picking fruits. The people who were quarreling before being interrupted went back to quarreling again. The scene turned chaotic.

Zo shook his head. These guys were kind of slow when it came to brains.

Feng Wu, do you see anything you’re interested in? The herbs here are really expensive. Pick a few, so even if you don’t use them yourself, you can sell them for money later.”

The garden herbs were precious, but Zo had no interest in them. He was born into a major family; these kinds of good things, he was used to them. But that didn’t stop him from sneaking a few herbs into his storage ring though.

There was so many, why fight over one specific one? Instead of fighting, why not just pick more?

“Valuable?!” Feng Wu’s eyes brightened. Money equaled food, so more money meant more food! Thinking about the fragrant meat buns, chicken legs and other roasted meats, Feng Wu joined in the fray.

Zo was busy digging hard.

The spirits were confused.

“Why are they so excited about these herbs?”

“Even if they’re ten thousand years old, they’re still not that amazing.”

The ancient times was the golden age of pharmacy in part because of the strong relationship between magical elements. Herbs grew quickly; so it didn’t matter how precious something was, because it was so quick to grow.

The spirits just didn’t understand the current commotion.

Ten thousand years was the lifespan limit for herbs. They would rot and decompose into the soil if they weren’t harvested by then. Few herbs survived that long, so those that did were precious varieties.

The spirits watched in confusion as the adventurers “picked” flowers and herbs in their king’s garden, and fighting for something that, in their eyes, wasn’t worth it. They had to have woken up wrong; otherwise how could they witness such a scene?

Two hours later after the commotion finally died down, there wasn’t a single blade of grass left. Everything had been divvied up by the adventurers.

The spirits were angry. The benefactor was one thing, but who the hell were these guys?! Why take away the plants and fruits in the imperial garden?

That’s right. The valuable items everyone was fighting over were only ornamental things in the eyes of the spirits. It was understandable; none of it were considered precious in ancient times.

The spirits were angry at the destruction of their king’s garden. They wanted to teach the humans a lesson. Fortunately, the king was generous and persuaded them otherwise.

They were all dead so none of it was useful to them anymore. It was just some flowers and plants anyway. The king really didn’t care.

The spirits looked at him with admiration and reverence. The king was so open minded, forgiving even these rude humans, the benefactor excepting of course.

Spirits: Our king is so impressive!