Chapter 83

This is the voice of Luo Qingquan. Fan Honglei didn’t know why the usually elusive sect leader would appear at this moment. Luo Qingquan was unpredictable and ungrateful. If the sect leader appeared and he still insisted on his own way, he would surely end up dead without a burial place.

"Humph!" Luo Qingquan slowly descended from the air, exuding an imposing presence. His cold snort sent shivers down the spines of the outer sect disciples.

Bu Li smiled, looking at Luo Qingquan and nodding slightly. Luo Qingquan knew that if he glanced at Bu Li, he would be driven mad with anger, so he didn’t even look. Instead, he coldly addressed Fan Honglei, "You, as the head instructor of the outer sect, have deliberately made things difficult for the descendants of Xishan and the children of humble families. I have known this for a long time. Considering your efforts in guarding the outer sect, I didn’t point it out. But you have not changed, and today you even incited the newly arrived Bu Li to kill! What crime is this!"

Fan Honglei was stunned. The sect leader was going to finish him off! Was this young descendant of Xishan really so well-connected? He had kicked a steel plate.

He fell to the ground, his voice loud but trembling, "Great Sect Leader, please be enlightened..."

"Are you saying my words were not clear enough?" Luo Qingquan’s tone turned dark. This was just a minor issue, just the death of an outer sect disciple. If he really punished Bu Li according to family law... that would be making a mountain out of a molehill. If you can’t even take responsibility for a minor issue, what use are you!

Fan Honglei understood Luo Qingquan’s meaning. He gritted his teeth and said, "It’s all my fault. Please punish me, Sect Leader."

"Settle the deceased’s family, and do not bully the descendants of Xishan anymore. Everything else must be handled according to the rules." Luo Qingquan was seething inside. This Bu Li, relying on his favor, was putting him in a difficult position. He had to teach him a lesson before taking action himself, otherwise, how would he show his benevolence?

Luo Qingquan said the words "handle everything according to the rules" with gritted teeth. Fan Honglei heard clearly but was confused. Did the sect leader not intend to favor this young descendant of Xishan? Then why not just kill him directly? It was strange.

Luo Qingquan glanced at Bu Li and said, "Retract your vines. You’ve loosened the rocks here. This is the mountain gate, not a plain."

Bu Li was finally shocked. He had hidden the presence of his vines and dug a tunnel underground. If the situation went wrong, he could escape like in the Divine Legacy Mountains. With his current soul power, he could sustain it for a while. It wasn’t a fight, so his soul power consumption was minimal.

He thought no one would know, but Luo Qingquan had seen through everything. Was this the difference in rank? Bu Li frowned, thinking.

Luo Qingquan saw Bu Li’s contemplative expression and felt immensely satisfied. You sly little brat, you can’t escape my grasp. Luo Qingquan forgot that Bu Li was just a novice with a patterned beast. Unconsciously, he had placed Bu Li in a special position.

Luo Qingquan came and left abruptly, leaving a courtyard full of people and a dead body. The bloody smell lingered in the mist on the mountain, unbearable.

Fan Honglei looked at Bu Li, his eyes bloodshot. Bu Li was just a weak young man. Killing him wouldn’t be hard. But with Luo Qingquan’s sudden appearance and departure, Fan Honglei couldn’t make a move. He had to bear all the responsibility, feeling extremely annoyed.

The courtyard was silent. Bu Li took out two cigarettes from a leather pouch, lit them, and handed one to Dahei. He retracted the vines and quietly smoked, the spicy tobacco mixed with the pungent blood, creating a unique sensation. He exhaled a puff of blue smoke and smiled, "Is everything okay? If so, I’ll go back and rest."

...

Everyone was stunned. Everything okay? The dead man’s body was still warm, and this murderer was shamelessly saying such a thing? Did he think they were made of clay?

This kind of shamelessness, when had the disciples of Henshan Sect seen it? They were all stunned, not knowing what to say.

The one who had initially pleaded for Bu Li looked sad and pointed at him, "I want to make a blood pact with you, a blood battle!"

"Rubbish, do you want a death match just like that? Didn’t you hear the sect leader say we should be kind to each other?" Bu Li spat out a mouthful of smoke and said. His words were as hard as a stale steamed bun, enough to knock a dog over.

"Coward!" The young man’s eyes were red from crying, his face twisted in anger, trying to use soul techniques, but was stopped by Fan Honglei.

What a joke. Luo Qingquan had just left, and they wanted to fight again. Did he want to die? Fan Honglei felt his head splitting. How could Bu Li talk like that? Wasn’t he the one who had ruthlessly killed just now? Was it all an illusion?

Bu Li, who had pulled out his knife at the slightest disagreement and killed without hesitation, how could he now shamelessly refuse a blood battle?

Bu Li smiled and said, "I just arrived, and you all bully the newbies. We’ll see after I get familiar. Besides, I estimate you are a peak second-rank patterned expert, right? Do you have the face to have a blood battle with someone who just learned patterning and doesn’t even know soul techniques? Have you no shame?"

Uh... Everyone was speechless.

Fan Honglei held the outer sect disciples behind him and said resentfully, "A blood battle, if sealed with a severed finger, cannot be refused."

Bu Li said, "Oh, I see. I don’t know these rules, but from your expression, it seems genuine. If someone is willing to sever a finger to have a blood battle with me, I can’t refuse. Better to fight openly than to be constantly wary."

"Does Wu Zongfei have the resolve?" Fan Honglei incited the young man named Wu Zongfei. Bu Li looked him up and down. He seemed similar to the young man he had killed, probably brothers.

Wu Zongfei gritted his teeth, took out a dagger, and bit his long hair. Without hesitation, he swung the dagger, and his left little finger fell to the ground, blood spurting out. Wu Zongfei didn’t stop the bleeding, pointed at Bu Li, and said, "Severed finger as a pledge, I, Wu Zongfei, want to have a blood battle with..."

At this point, Wu Zongfei realized he didn’t even know the name of the young descendant of Xishan. The absurdity of two strangers having a blood battle dawned on everyone.

"Bu Li," someone reminded him from behind.

"I, Wu Zongfei, want to have a blood battle with Bu Li, until one of us dies. I swear, life and death are in the hands of fate, and no one can seek revenge for this. If I break this vow, I will be cursed by heaven." Each word was blood-soaked, each tear mixed with blood, the blood falling and merging with his brother’s blood on the ground.

"Without even knowing my name, you want to bully me openly. What a bunch of scoundrels," Bu Li sneered. "Old Fan, how long can a blood battle last?"

Fan Honglei glared at Bu Li, saying each word with venom, "One month."

"Alright, then let’s have the blood battle in one month." Bu Li flicked the cigarette butt, which landed next to the body, the smoke extinguishing in the blood, hissing.

"If I had no strength to resist, would I be lying here? Would no one think of a blood battle?" Bu Li turned to walk back to his room, then turned back and said, "Old Fan, remember to tell the Wu family to prepare two coffins. They’ll be needed in a month, to avoid panic."

If judged by the skill of trash-talking, Bu Li could dominate for a while in the Soul澜 Continent. His thick skin made everyone realize that indeed, what kind of person raises what kind of pet.

One month! Where did a newly initiated pattern hunter get such confidence? Wu Zongfei, his left hand dripping blood, watched Bu Li and Dahei walk away, wishing the month would pass in a night so he could avenge his brother.

Wu Zongfei and Wu Zongyuan were twin brothers. Wu Zongyuan had slightly higher talent and had already reached the third-rank pattern level. Wu Zongfei, a pattern engraver, was at the peak of the second rank, ready to break through. But even at the third rank, Wu Zongfei didn’t dare to travel far to find a third patterned beast. If he missed the blood battle time and let Bu Li off, he feared he would go mad.

Bu Li returned to his room, glanced around, and saw it was simple and tidy, recently cleaned. A bed, thin bedding, a cushion, and nothing else.

Good, Bu Li was satisfied. Dahei entered the room, fell to the ground, and said, "Bu Li, you scared me to death."

"What’s there to be afraid of?"

"What if Luo Qingquan didn’t come, how would you explain it?"

"I felt the sect leader watching my every move. Otherwise, I would have just scared the outer sect disciples. Although I wanted to kill, I wouldn’t have done it. But with the sect leader’s support, if I didn’t do something, he might be unhappy."

Dahei still wasn’t reassured. "What if he didn’t support you?"

"The vines have already dug through the underground rocks. We can leave anytime. If worse comes to worst, we can find Hu Wu and wander the world." Bu Li smiled, the jade pendant Yu Ze gave him feeling warm.

"Alright, but don’t you think it’s a pity to lose such an opportunity?" Dahei lay down, closing his eyes.

"If you eat me today, what about tomorrow? I won’t back down!" Bu Li’s words were firm and resolute.