Chapter 159: Traces of the Golden Scale Picture (1)

Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios

It was silent in the stone room.

Cheng Shilu’s entire body was soaking in the pool water and didn’t move at all. Wisps of mist were floating on the surface of the water, and his bronze skin showed a reddish color, as if he were soaking in boiling water.

Thump, thump!

Footsteps and knocks sounded from outside.

“Master? Master? There’s trouble…”

Clatter!

Anger appeared on Cheng Shilu’s face. He flipped over, quickly put on his robe, went to the study outside the stone room, and cursed angrily, “Why are you shouting in the middle of the night? Is your father dead?”

“Master, someone from the Red Flower Pavilion is here. It’s Ye Silang.”

?!

Cheng Shilu was furious. He touched his bald head. “Why did he come to the Iron Buddha Ridge? The Baoyuan School is in Broad Crossing. Is he planning to fight me?”

“I don’t know. Ye Silang is waiting in the hall. Master, go over quickly…”

The Red Flower Pavilion was a wealthy force in Jianghu and much larger than the Iron Buddha Ridge. At most, the Iron Buddha Ridge was comparable to a separate hall.

However, the Red Flower Pavilion was too scattered. Cheng Shilu had the backing of the Imperial Court and a very strong relationship. Under the feet of the empress in Yun Province, he was not afraid of the Red Flower Pavilion.

Cheng Shilu couldn’t figure out why the other party had come. After thinking about it, he picked up his long-handled bronze hammer, went out, handed it to the housekeeper, and walked to the main hall of the villa.

The silver moon was like frost, shining on the elegant scenery of the mountain villa.

Outside the huge main hall stood more than ten disciples of the Iron Buddha Ridge. They held torches in their hands and looked slightly nervous. They didn’t dare to act rashly and silently waited for the sect master to arrive.

There were no lights in the spacious main hall. Eight armchairs were placed on the left and right sides, and a painting of seven horses was hanging in the center of the wall at the back of the hall. In front of the painting was a square table and two large chairs on the left and right sides.

A long spear wrapped in black cloth was leaning on one of the large chairs.

A bamboo hat guest in a black robe was sitting on the main seat, his face not clearly visible. There was a white porcelain teacup beside his hand, and his fingers were gently tapping on the mahogany square table.

Plop!

Plop!

After a while, footsteps came from outside the main hall, and a loud voice sounded. “Young Master Ye personally came to visit. I’m sorry for not welcoming you properly. Please forgive me.”

Cheng Shilu was wearing a brocade robe as he strode in. When he saw Ye Silang sitting in the master’s seat, he stopped in his tracks and looked rather dissatisfied. “A visitor is a guest, but it’s not right to overshadow the host. Young Master Ye, don’t sit in the wrong place.”

The main seat was the same as the ‘seat of honor’. Only the person with the highest status in Jianghu could sit here. From Cheng Shilu’s words, he clearly felt that he had the same status as the hall masters and young master of the Red Flower Pavilion. In his home, he should sit on the main seat.

For Ye Jingtang’s trip this time, finding clues about the Roaring Dragon Chart was a secondary task. His main task was to let the people of Jianghu in Yun Province understand the weight of the words ‘Red Flower Pavilion’.

Upon hearing what Cheng Shilu said, Ye Jingtang raised his bamboo hat slightly and lowered his voice. “I’m sitting on the main seat. Sect Master Cheng, do you have any objections?”

“If the Red God of Wealth were here, 1 wouldn’t say anything about her sitting on the main seat. But Young Master Ye, you have just made your debut in Jianghu and don’t have enough weight. Seniority in Jianghu is fought for, not given by elders.”

The hall fell silent.

Ye Jingtang didn’t get up. He just hooked his finger.

Cheng Shilu had a bad temper to begin with, so he didn’t say anything else and raised his hand.

Whoosh!

Seeing this, the housekeeper outside the door hurriedly threw the long-handled bronze hammer into the room.

The muscles on Cheng Shilu’s upper body bulged as he stepped forward, caught his weapon in the air, and intended to smash Ye Jingtang.

But the moment the long-handled bronze hammer was in his hand, an explosion sounded in the hall.

Bam!

Ye Jingtang, who was sitting on the main seat, didn’t seem to exert much strength, but his figure had already exploded. He held the end of his spear with his left hand and fiercely kicked Cheng Shilu’s broad chest with his right foot.

This move wasn’t a conventional punch or kick. It was the ‘Fierce Horse Collapsing Hoof’ from the Eight Extremities of Thunder. When the kick struck Cheng Shilu’s chest, the force penetrated through his chest and back, and the robe on his back exploded with a bang, revealing his muscular back.

As soon as Cheng Shilu grasped his weapon, his body was kicked three steps back by this extremely fierce kick, knocking over an armchair.

Clatter!

After Ye Jingtang kicked out, he slammed the spear forward with both hands. The black cloth wrapped around the spear was instantly torn apart by the force, revealing the black spear tip. The spear tip gathered all the scattered tatters of the cloth in the air as it smashed toward Cheng Shilu in front of him.

A hint of horror flashed across Cheng Shilu’s eyes. He realized that Ye Silang was even stronger than Ye Jingtang, whom he had encountered two days ago. How could he dare to be careless again? He immediately retreated with all his might and raised the long-handled bronze hammer.

Cheng Shilu had boundless strength, and the bronze hammer in his hand was a steel rod. But he understood the effect of the famous spear, Black Qilin, coupled with the Yellow Dragon Crouching. He didn’t dare to block the spear tip at all. Instead, he blocked the spear shaft.

Boom!

There was an explosion in the hall, and the doors and windows were instantly pressed against the walls.

Cheng Shilu’s figure was abnormally tall. He was half a head taller than Ye Jingtang, but he still couldn’t stand still after being struck by the spear. The smash sent him sliding backward, and his feet crushed the floor, leaving two five-foot-long grooves in the floor. The tables and chairs along the way were shattered.

After striking with his spear, Ye Jingtang didn’t give Cheng Shilu any chance to catch his breath. He raised his spear and stabbed at Cheng Shilu’s shoulder with the ‘Azure Dragon Claw’.

Plop!

Cheng Shilu wasn’t standing firm at all, so how could he defend against this lightning-fast spear attack? Half of the spearhead instantly penetrated his flesh and pierced his shoulder bone.

Cheng Shilu’s eyes were wide open and full of rage. He didn’t even think about defending against this attack. The moment the spear tip entered his flesh, he instantly tightened his muscles and turned his body to stop the spear tip from leaving his body. And then he raised his hand to grab the spear shaft.

Ye Jingtang turned the spear shaft. Under the huge force, the spear shaft twisted a little, but the spear tip stabbed into Cheng Shilu’s flesh didn’t move.

“Haa!”

Cheng Shilu grabbed the spear shaft with his left hand and roared as he angrily smashed the long-handled hammer at Ye Jingtang with his right hand, wanting to force him to abandon the spear and jump away.

But what Cheng Shilu didn’t expect was that Ye Silang of the Red Flower Pavilion didn’t dodge. Instead, he raised his spear shaft and prepared to receive the blow head-on..