Chapter 369: Eight-Steps Dragon Slaying (7)

Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios

“Ye Jingtang!”

Xuanyuan Chao’s face flushed red from these heart-wrenching words. His shout resounded throughout Jun Mountain Terrace, and his eyes were like ferocious tigers.

“Unfortunately, you don’t have such good fortune, so there’s no difference to me whether you’re dead or alive.”

With that, Ye Jingtang turned around, walked over to the Hornless Dragon Saber, pulled out the saber, and sheathed it.

Swish!

With the soft sound, the wind and rain filling the sky returned to complete silence.

“Wow!”

“Woooo!”

“Awesome…”

At this moment, the crowded edge of the io,ooo-square-foot platform was like a tide.

Countless known and unknown saber users were shouting for some reason. Some even jumped onto the huge wordless stele and beat their chests and stamped their feet, not knowing why they were so excited.

The bird circling in the sky landed on Ye Jingtang’s shoulder. It assumed a valiant and spirited posture and spread its wings. “Chirp chirp chirp-”

Ye Jingtang stood on Jun Mountain Platform and looked around at the sea of people outside. After completing his foster father’s last wish, he felt much more relaxed. It was a pity that Dumdum, Ning’er, Third Lady, and Little Yunli weren’t here. Otherwise, they would definitely rush over and kiss him. Perhaps he could even do a threefer with one cannon at night…

Qiu Tianhe looked at Xuanyuan Chao, whose gaze was ferocious but somewhat absent-minded. He sighed silently with a touch of sadness on his face.

Back then, Xuanyuan Chao had spared Zheng Feng’s life because of Xuanyuan Tiangang. Ye Jingtang didn’t personally kill Xuanyuan Chao. This was undoubtedly the most reasonable method to clear away the enmity.

As for whether Xuanyuan Chao chose to regret for the rest of his life or commit suicide, Qiu Tianhe didn’t care. He could choose whatever he wanted.

Qiu Tianhe retracted his gaze and smiled. He walked forward and patted Ye Jingtang’s shoulder. “Sigh, I’ve been thinking about being the Saber Chief for half my life, but I was intercepted by you. This senior has to give in to the junior and can’t compete with you. There’s no hope in the future.”

Ye Jingtang knew that this was a joke, but he still said, “Don’t worry. I won’t be here for long. As long as I defeat the top three of the Eight Chiefs, I won’t be included in the secular Jianghu. My title among the Eight Chiefs will automatically go to the next person.”

Qiu Tianhe blinked and felt that this was indeed the case. As long as Xuanyuan Tiangang didn’t jump out, no one in Jianghu would fight with him for second place. He immediately said, “Not many people will acknowledge automatic transfers. When the time comes, we’ll still fight, and I’ll lose by half a move…”

Daoist Xuanji stood in front of them. Looking at this grand Jianghu scene and the sea of people, she felt glory. She thought for a moment, took off the wine gourd behind her waist, and handed it to Ye Jingtang. “Wedding night, candles’ warm glow; Celebrating success, making the honor roll. Becoming the Saber Chief is to have your name on the honor roll in Jianghu. Why don’t you take a drink on such a happy occasion?”

Ye Jingtang didn’t decline. He took the red wine gourd and took a big gulp.

Daoist Xuanji narrowed her eyes slightly when he saw Ye Jingtang drinking from the mouth, but she didn’t say anything and continued, “I will draw this scene for you later and show it to Liren and Ning’er…”

“Cough! Cough!”

Before she could finish speaking, Ye Jingtang suddenly coughed twice. His face turned red as he covered his mouth with his fist. “Let’s go quickly. It’ll be embarrassing if I faint on the stage later…”

Qiu Tianhe and Daoist Xuanji, who were enjoying the admiration and longing gazes of thousands of people, changed their expressions when they heard this. They knew that Ye Jingtang’s reckless fighting style just now had injured his body, and it was definitely not light.

Qiu Tianhe said, “I’ll help you send away the Jianghu people who come to get close to you. Find a place to recuperate quickly.”

When Daoist Xuanji saw that Ye Jingtang’s aura was in a mess and that it was difficult for him to stand steadily, she made a very intimate action. She raised her hand, hugged Ye Jingtang’s arm to support his body secretly, and walked toward the lake.

“Wooo!”

“Hero Ye!”

A tsunami-like cheer resounded through the clouds. Even the thunder and heavy rain couldn’t suppress it.

Ye Jingtang’s arm was held by Daoist Xuanji’s little watermelons, which were like warm water balloons. He put on a calm attitude and nodded at the Jianghu heroes on the shore.. Then he got onto the small boat and sailed into the misty rain on the lake amidst the tide of respectful farewells…