Eternal Saber-Chapter 330 - 51: Execution Order
When Chen Tang returned to the Shadow Tower, the night was already deep.
The nearby blacksmith shop was still alight with the glow of the forge, the clanging of iron striking iron ceaselessly.
If not for crafting the Feathered Arrows for the Flood Dragon Bow, Blacksmith Feng would have closed up long ago at this hour.
"Old Feng, it’s late already, missing a day won’t matter. Come have a drink at the Shadow Tower first."
Chen Tang called out.
"Almost done, almost done."
Blacksmith Feng wiped his sweat, glanced back at Chen Tang, and chuckled, "I can afford to miss a day or two, but you can’t."
"What do you mean?"
Chen Tang was slightly startled, faintly sensing a hidden meaning in Blacksmith Feng’s words.
But Blacksmith Feng seemed not to hear Chen Tang’s question, continuing to work with his head down, sparks flying densely around him.
Chen Tang pondered briefly and refrained from persuading further, heading back to the Shadow Tower.
As he was about to go upstairs, a soft voice came from the direction of the counter, "Just a heads up, take your bow tonight and leave the Hermit Continent with your partner overnight."
Chen Tang glanced sideways to see Lady Yun, her head lowered, fiddling with the account book in her hands as if she hadn’t seen him at all.
But he was certain that it was Lady Yun’s voice just now.
Recalling Blacksmith Feng’s earlier words, Chen Tang couldn’t help but feel his heart sink.
Both must have heard some news, hence the warning.
Blacksmith Feng merely mentioned it vaguely.
Lady Yun’s warning was much more direct, even telling Chen Tang what to do.
As the owner of the Shadow Tower, Lady Yun’s reason for helping him was unclear.
Chen Tang went upstairs and told Ye Yushi about this.
After a moment of thought, Ye Yushi said, "Perhaps the Elder Council has intervened. I am aware of the dealing between the Hermit Continent and the Profound Celestial Sect, and the Elder Council would never let me go."
Chen Tang said, "In the past few days, after all, I have killed too many Hermits, probably the Elder Council can’t stand it anymore. However, how will they respond? By ignoring the Hermit code and directly sending Upper Concealments to deal with us?"
"I don’t know either."
Ye Yushi shook his head.
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On the long street.
A white-robed man with long, flowing hair, held a folding fan in his hand. His face was pale, eyebrows thick, his narrow eyes gleaming with a dim light, like a wolf’s pupil in the darkness, his expression sinister.
Behind him, two grey-robed middle-aged men followed, approximately in their forties or fifties.
By this time, there were very few passersby on the street.
In the night of Qianzhu City, the color white stood out extraordinarily.
But the white-robed man paid it no mind.
Soon enough, the three appeared at the entrance of the Shadow Tower.
The white-robed man raised the corner of his mouth, intending to step forward, his glance swept over and saw Blacksmith Feng, who had just locked up his shop, holding a bow and a quiver.
Blacksmith Feng looked at the three men momentarily and headed towards the Shadow Tower.
The white-robed man extended his arm, horizontally blocking Blacksmith Feng’s path with his folding fan.
"What’s this about?"
Blacksmith Feng furrowed his brows.
The white-robed man stared mockingly at Blacksmith Feng, saying, "Heard the outsider from Divine Land had two pieces of equipment made here, an Inner Armor and a bow?"
"That’s right."
Blacksmith Feng said.
He was busy in his forge all day, and the matter was known to everyone in the city.
The white-robed man ogled the bow and arrow Blacksmith Feng was holding and said with a strange tone, "Tsk tsk, this bow looks quite good, let me have a look."
Blacksmith Feng gave the white-robed man a sidelong glance and said, "This bow and arrow already have an owner. If you want to see it, speak with the one inside."
"Ha."
The white-robed man laughed softly, taking a token from his chest, displaying a blood-red ’kill’ character on it in front of Blacksmith Feng.
Blacksmith Feng’s expression remained unchanged, as if he already knew.
The white-robed man leisurely said, "The Elder Council has already issued an Execution Order, meaning the one inside is a dead man, what’s there to talk about with a dead man."
Once the Execution Order is issued, there are no longer any limitations for Hermits.
This means a Middle Concealment can target a Lower Concealment, and an Upper Concealment can assassinate a Middle Concealment.
Moreover, the Shadow Tower cannot protect the target specified in the Execution Order!
To put it mildly, as long as it’s within the territory of the Hermit Continent, once the Execution Order is issued, there’s nowhere anyone can hide.
The white-robed man’s words were indeed not false.
Blacksmith Feng said, "But he is still alive now."
"And so?"
The white-robed man asked.
Blacksmith Feng said, "Therefore, I must hand-deliver the bow and arrows to him."
The white-robed man gazed crazily at Blacksmith Feng with his mouth wide open, his eyes full of sarcasm, his expression slightly crazed.
Blacksmith Feng said, "The Elder Council has your rules, and I have mine. Without rules, there’s no standard."
"Hahahahaha..."
The white-robed man burst into laughter as if he heard the funniest thing in the world, he laughed so hard that he bent over, veins bulging on his forehead, his face flushed.
Blacksmith Feng ignored him and turned towards the Shadow Tower.
This Wind Mastiff is Elder Feng’s personal disciple, erratic in temperament, unpredictable in mood; Feng was unwilling to waste words with him.
"Hey."
Wind Mastiff took a few steps forward, stopping Blacksmith Feng again with a smile, "What if I go in and kill him now?"
Blacksmith Feng slightly furrowed his brow, hesitating a moment.
If Chen Tang were dead, this Flood Dragon Bow would naturally be ownerless...
As Blacksmith Feng was contemplating, he was suddenly alarmed, a chill running through his scalp!
Just as he saw that sinister look in Wind Mastiff’s eyes, holding the folding fan, suddenly thrusting towards his chest!
One moment Wind Mastiff was smiling, the next he attacked without warning!
"Hmm?"
Blacksmith Feng was shocked, yet he reacted quickly, retreating while reaching with his left hand to grab Wind Mastiff’s folding fan.
But just as he moved, the two grey-robed men behind him closed in, simultaneously restraining his arms, blocking his retreat.
The two Upper Concealments acted together, momentarily subduing Blacksmith Feng!
"Pfft!"
The tip of Wind Mastiff’s folding fan suddenly revealed a blade, piercing through Blacksmith Feng’s chest!
"An old blacksmith dares talk rules with me! You’re worthy? I’ll give you rules!"
Wind Mastiff laughed and cursed, his face twisted, stabbing frenetically into Blacksmith Feng’s chest and abdomen, blood spilling everywhere.
Blacksmith Feng never expected Wind Mastiff would suddenly launch such a lethal strike.
In the blink of an eye, he suffered a severe wound!
"Argh!"
Blacksmith Feng roared, Inner Qi surged from his Dantian, instantly breaking free from the grip of the two grey-robed men, striking out with a palm towards Wind Mastiff.
Wind Mastiff chuckled, already evading.
Blacksmith Feng’s palm missed, without hesitation he leapt, slamming open the doors of the Shadow Tower and rolling inside.
Wu Ji and Liu Shou, hearing the commotion at the entrance, were already approaching.
Seeing Blacksmith Feng covered in blood, they rushed forward to support him.
Wind Mastiff and his two grey-robed companions pursued inside, eager to kill to the last.
Lady Yun suddenly blocked their way, her face bereft of its usual smile, cold as frost, staring at Wind Mastiff and his companions, she said slowly, "Mad dog, this is the Shadow Tower, if you dare bite someone on my turf, I will slaughter you today!"
"Hehe."
Wind Mastiff shrugged, smiling slyly, "I understand the rules of the Shadow Tower, and I still have to give Lady Yun some face."
