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Bam!
In the gloomy prison, Shangguan Feixiong was holding a scarlet sword, bursting right in and looking around with bloodshot eyes like someone who was possessed. Those hungry eyes took moments to find his quarry, setting his eyes on Zhuo Fan.
“What did I say? The first to show up will be Shangguan Clan Head. You lost, brother Wu.” Smirking, Zhuo Fan hardly cared being the target of such an intense gaze and spoke to Wu Qingqiu, “Per our bet, you now owe me a favor.”
Wu Qingqiu shrugged, “As long as it doesn’t go against my morals, I’ll do it, brother Zhuo.”
Bam!
Shangguan Feixiong arrived before the two in one mighty leap, the stone floor cracking under him, “Curse you, Gu Yifan! You might have the time of your life, but you almost got me killed!”
“Shangguan Clan Head, why do you say that?” Zhuo Fan raised an eyebrow.
Shangguan Feixiong’s face twitched, showing his scarlet sword and accusing Zhuo Fan, “Damn punk, stop playing around! You dare ask me that? It’s I who should be asking what the hell is this!”
“What is what? Isn’t that your clan’s Soaring Sword? It’s looking mighty polished.”
“Can it!”
Shangguan Feixiong was outraged, spitting as he raged, but the drops jumped back when met with the barrier, landing on his own face. It even got into his eyes.
Zhuo Fan waved his hand, “Shangguan Clan Head, why so excited? We even worked together.”
“Screw your cooperation! I…”
He was about to rave again, but stopped before he sprayed himself again, and swallowed.
Wu Qingqiu sighed at the side, admiring Zhuo Fan.
[Who said that the mighty have fallen? Brother Zhuo has his cultivation sealed, in prison, yet still talks with eastern lands best clan’s Clan Head like he has the advantage.]
[It actually looks like this big boss from eastern lands has his hands tied by a junior, ha-ha-ha…]
Crossing his hands, Wu Qingqiu enjoyed the show. Zhuo Fan was equally calm, considerate as he pointed, “Shangguan Clan Head, I am now a prisoner of Sea Bright Sect. My safety is guaranteed with the jail barrier in place. No matter what you try to do, it won’t work. If you really want to punch me, then just like I said to miss Murong, you’ll have to go ask Sect Leader Ling. Or maybe you could break it yourself. With your strength, that should be doable. Though that would be mighty rude of you before getting approval. That’s not how the Clan Head of the best clan in eastern lands acts.”
“Ugh, Gu Yifan, are you a prisoner or a guest? The barrier is clearly keeping you here, so why are you talking like it’s protecting you instead, like you’re the lord here? What gives you the confidence?”
Sensing the mockery in Zhuo Fan’s smile, Shangguan Feixiong’s face twitched hard.
Zhuo Fan grasped at the air and his eyes shone, “No matter where I am, with all under my control, I am the lord. Just like now. You see me as a prisoner here, in my cell, but the way I see it, it is Shangguan Clan Head that is the one imprisoned. I can do whatever I want here, even tend to my wife. But Shangguan Clan Head can’t beat me, nor take it out on me, all because of this flimsy barrier. Ha-ha-ha, I only have a few of words for you: you can’t touch me.”
“Who do you think among us is the real prisoner?” Zhuo Fan cocked an eyebrow, then walked to Qiao’er looking after Chu Qingcheng, “Qiao’er, comb her hair. You’re much better at it than me. It’s the first time doing it for both of us so why are you so good at it?”
“Because we’re girls.”
“That’s talent?”
“Sort of.”
…
Shangguan Feixiong’s mouth twitched as Zhuo Fan did whatever. Then his words sunk in.
[The kid is right, I’m more tied down on the outside.]
[Who is the one locked anyway? A prisoner outside, one that can’t even beat a kid, while the one inside so carefree and infuriating to no end. Just what is up with this world?]
Shangguan Feixiong felt stunned, now realizing that after meeting this brat, he was never in control, but the one being controlled. He didn’t even have a way to vent his anger.
He had to take his anger on himself, kicking himself while at it.
Giving it some thought, Shangguan Feixiong chose to calm down as much as he could, since anger didn’t help him get his divine sword back. He took a deep breath and said, “Gu Yifan, don’t play dumb with me. You know exactly why I was angry. Soaring Sword is the treasure of eastern lands. We made a deal that we would help you if you returned the sword…”
“Yes, and I did give it to you. Isn’t it right there in your hand?”
“What you brought was a piece of scrap!”
Shangguan Feixiong shouted, “Why did you seal the sword spirit? I was planning to use it to fight Invincible Sword. Now I’ll end up dead without even putting up a fight. How isn’t this your fault?”
Zhuo Fan raised an eyebrow and sneered, “You’d be doomed even with the help of the Soaring Sword. Since there’s no use of you going, I just saved your life. You should thank me.”
“Screw thanking you! You ruined Soaring Sword. How is that fair?”
Gnashing his teeth, Shangguan Feixiong flicked the sword and demanded, “You have to unseal it or else…”
Bam!
This time it felt like a mob was barging in here as all kinds of experts rushed inside the jail.
Zhuo Fan regarded everyone, then turned to Shangguan Feixiong with a chuckle, “Shangguan Clan Head, to be honest, I did seal the sword spirit to take the Soaring Sword from Shangguan Feiyun. I was in such a hurry when I left that I forgot to unseal it. It’s my oversight, so after all this time trying and failing to unseal it yourself, it’s only right that I should do it, to complete our agreement back then.”
“That’s right. I didn’t mean anything else by it either. I can understand that you were rash and needed to save your son, but as long as you unseal it now, I will forget everything. We are an upright clan that keeps their word.”
Shangguan Feixiong grinned in delight. He was only after unsealing the divine sword. So there was no reason to explode in anger if he got his wish. Zhuo Fan’s words helped sooth his rage.
But then Zhuo Fan shifted the subject with a sinister smile, “Things have changed now. If you had come by yesterday to unseal it, I would’ve done it without hesitation. Now, I’m afraid it’ll have to wait.”
“What does that mean? Why wait?” Shangguan Feixiong cried out.
Zhuo Fan curled his lips, sweeping his eyes over the people walking down, “Because I’m a weak lamb with three blades on me. Since you’re my first blade, I can’t just give you up so soon, now can I?”
Shangguan Feixiong gave him a hard look then turned to the others with a nod.
Shangguan Feixiong sighed knowing his hopes were dashed.
Ling Yuntian’s group now approached Zhuo Fan, with Exalted Double Dragons looking shocked to the core.
It was beyond comprehension how the best disciple in western lands that had perished five years ago would end up here, and as their enemy.
They grimaced, even as Zhuo Fan remained calm and had no issue facing them.
“Qian Fan, Steward Qian Fan, Gu Yifan, Grandmaster Gu, and best disciple in western lands, Zhuo Fan, right?”
Looking at Zhuo Fan’s calm visage, Ling Yuntian smiled, “Sir is known by all of these. Which would be more appropriate to address you?”
Zhuo Fan shrugged, “Feel free to call me anything, Sect Leader Ling. Though I’ve grown attached to Zhuo Fan.”
“Alright, Sir Zhuo.”
Ling Yuntian nodded, “Could Sir Zhuo tell us in detail why in your capacity as western lands disciple you haven’t returned to western lands having recovered and instead come to northern lands?”
Zhuo Fan turned serious, his eyes flashing, “I came to these lands, and to your sect, for one thing, the North Sea demon!”
“What?”
Ling Yuntian and Ouyang Lingtian gasped in shock, “What do you want with that monster?”
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