Martial Arts Escort System: I Got A Maxed Level Divine Technique From The Beginning-Chapter 1116 - 439: Tianji Pavilion (2)

Duan Renjie was overjoyed when he heard this:

"Thank you, Chief."

Cheng Suying seemed a bit hesitant: "How about letting Renjie just watch the excitement? I’ll accompany the Chief, so I can run errands if needed."

Su Mo thought for a moment and seemed a bit hesitant.

Duan Renjie was impulsive by nature, and without Cheng Suying watching over him, he might cause trouble.

But on second thought, it’s just to watch a Martial Arts Tournament, what trouble could he cause?

At most, he might get on the stage, either to beat someone up or get beaten up himself.

That’s all it could be. Could he really snatch away the Shangguan family’s young lady?

If that really happened, it would be because of his exceptional skills.

He nodded immediately and agreed with Cheng Suying’s suggestion.

Duan Renjie was a bit embarrassed, feeling it inappropriate to go watch the excitement the first time he was on a mission with Su Mo.

Su Mo laughed freely:

"This trip is just a temporary stop, nothing major.

"You can freely roam around the island...

"So go ahead.

"Just don’t get lost."

With that said, Duan Renjie didn’t decline anymore, bowed with cupped fists, and went with the crowd.

Su Mo watched him leave with a smile, suddenly missing Xu Lu a bit.

He wasn’t young anymore, and it seemed he should settle down as well.

Next time he writes to Donghuang, he’ll remind Uncle Fu to look after Xu Lu, perhaps find a suitable match.

Maybe there’s a suitable girl from some family or a sect disciple.

Of course, he also needed to check if Xu Lu had someone in mind already.

As a mentor now, guiding disciples like a father, considering a disciple’s lifelong matters is also part of it.

After these random thoughts, he led Zhen Xiaoxiao and the others to the tavern.

Zhen Xiaoxiao had been quite stifled lately.

The food on the ship was running low; they received no supplies at Longmu Island and consumed a lot.

The group had to be frugal, even Zhen Xiaoxiao enjoyed shark meat that ordinary people found hard to eat.

Now that they were on the island, she could eat and drink to her heart’s content at the tavern.

Once the tavern was ready, Su Mo took Yang Xiaoyun and Cheng Suying and left first, leaving Wei Ziyi in charge.

Though she couldn’t move her martial arts, her Jianghu experience remained.

Besides, with Zhen Xiaoxiao’s divine power, nothing could harm them.

Su Mo and the other two left the tavern and headed for narrow alleys.

Usually, these were private homes, but some were shops.

No signs were hung; they mainly sold oil, grain, rice, noodles, sauces, vinegar, sugar, and tea.

Su Mo wandered aimlessly, then spotted something at a corner and wandered into the alley.

At the alley entrance, he saw several rough-looking, ragged men joking around.

They used foul language, rubbed dirt with their hands, spat on the ground, warning people to stay away.

Su Mo glanced at them, raised an eyebrow, and continued forward.

The men noticed Su Mo, glanced at Yang Xiaoyun and Cheng Suying, then focused on Su Mo and grinned:

"Who’s this young master, got lost?

"Wandering here, aren’t you afraid of trouble?"

Su Mo sighed lightly, smiled:

"I’m here to find someone."

The men were taken aback, and a scar-faced man raised an eyebrow:

"Who are you looking for?"

"An old friend in the sect," Su Mo replied softly.

The scar-faced man squinted his eyes and shook his head:

"Wrong place, young master, there’s no sect here nor the person you seek.

"Please leave."

Su Mo shook his head: "If that’s the case, could I trouble you to make way?"

"Hmm?"

The scar-faced man stood up, drew a short blade from his waist:

"Before I get angry, get back to where you came from.

"Consider it your chance to leave unharmed.

"Otherwise, this blade won’t hesitate."

Before he finished, the blade light flashed, and a sheathed short sword pointed at his face.

The scar-faced man froze, seeing the blade halted mid-air, he shouted angrily:

"Get him!"

The goons charged forward, Cheng Suying easily dodged their attacks, looking back at Su Mo.

"We are guests, don’t harm the host’s people," Su Mo said calmly.

Understanding the cue, Cheng Suying spun the short blade, kept it sheathed, and swung it casually, hitting a goon squarely on the face.

His face twisted, losing two teeth.

Another goon wanted to attack, but Cheng Suying, ready beforehand, kicked backward, hitting the guy in mid-air, then lashed out, knocking them into a heap.

They rolled around like gourds.

The scar-faced man, seeing this, roared angrily, twirling his short blade, showing some moves.

But before Cheng Suying acted, his blade was knocked flying by a light tap on the hilt.