jdhmnovel Chapter 69 Linhai Tea House
Chapter 69 Linhai Tea House
Chapter Sixty-Nine: Linhai Tea House
"Lingzhou Cultivator Alliance?"
Zhuo Yang glanced at the envelope in his hand and sneered.
Fu Jing acted swiftly, launching a counterattack so quickly. However, what Zhuo Yang hadn't expected was that Fu Jing would actually seek help from the Lingzhou Cultivator Alliance, instead of the Wang family.
"perhaps……"
Zhuo Yang frowned slightly: "The Lingzhou Cultivator Alliance is simply a vassal of the Fu family?"
As soon as the thought crossed his mind, he let out another cold laugh.
The Yan Xiao who appeared last night, isn't he the president of the Lingzhou Cultivator Alliance? From his actions, Zhuo Yang could imagine what kind of organization the Cultivator Alliance was.
"Master, what are you doing at the door?"
Zhuo Yang heard Huang Jiaxin's questioning voice from behind. He turned around and his eyes lit up.
Huang Jiaxin wore a light blue casual dress, with a belt around her waist as the only decoration. Her wet long hair was draped over her shoulders, making her look like a gentle and lovely wife waiting for her husband to return.
Zhuo Yang smiled faintly and said, "It's nothing serious. Have you finished your shower?"
A blush suddenly rose to Huang Jiaxin's face, and she quickly said, "I...I just took a quick shower, I felt sticky all over. Um...I'll go make you some food, I'm starving!"
She ran away as if a ghost was chasing her. When she entered the kitchen, her slipper slipped and she almost bumped into the door frame.
Zhuo Yang shook his head and chuckled, then suddenly a thought struck him: "Could it be that she went to take a bath because I expelled the cold from her body?"
My face flushed slightly; I finally understood why.
This question shouldn't be thought about too deeply; it's too evil. A dignified demon lord like Zhuo Yang isn't a lewd scoundrel. The proud and dashing Zhuo Yang would never lay a hand on a girl.
After calming himself down, Zhuo Yang opened the envelope, and there it was—a printed summons!
"When did the Lingzhou Cultivator Alliance start thinking of itself as a court?" Zhuo Yang sneered disdainfully. After reading the "summons," he waved his hand and set it on fire, burning it to ashes.
After breakfast, Zhuo Yang urged Huang Jiaxin to change into a warmer set of clothes, then personally escorted her to a secluded cave at the entrance. He also instructed everyone to continue hiding before disappearing away.
His strength was still too weak, and in times of crisis, he could only have his men hide.
This feeling made Zhuo Yang very unhappy, so when the time came, he went straight to the headquarters of the Lingzhou Cultivator Alliance, a teahouse located on Linhai Road facing the beach, filled with hostility.
The first floor of the teahouse sells tea, but surprisingly, a sign is hanging above the entrance on the second floor—
Lingzhou Cultivators Alliance Hall.
"Humph!"
Zhuo Yang let out a heavy snort, like a thunderclap, which instantly shook all the windows of the entire building.
This is an announcement: The person you're looking for has arrived!
It could be considered a form of registration, but Zhuo Yang didn't register his name, instead letting out a snort to show his disdain for the Lingzhou Cultivator Alliance.
Soon, a man dressed as a waiter appeared at the door.
"Mr. Zhuo Yang, please!"
He gestured for them to proceed, his attitude neither humble nor arrogant, demonstrating the demeanor of the Cultivator Alliance.
Zhuo Yang scanned the guy with his demonic eyes and was surprised to find that he was at the Fusion stage and had actually reached the Foundation Establishment stage, making him a half-expert.
Of course, in Zhuo Yang's eyes, only those with a cultivation level of Golden Core or above are considered experts who can enter the mortal realm.
Following the waiter, Zhuo Yang arrived at a room that resembled a conference hall, roughly the size of a middle school classroom.
On the north side of the room, under the window, there was a row of old-fashioned wooden tables and chairs. The person sitting in the middle was Yan Xiao, an acquaintance. There were two chairs on each side, but only three people were sitting there: two old men around sixty years old and a girl who looked only fourteen or fifteen years old. It was a very strange combination.
"Ahem!" Yan Xiao saw Zhuo Yang and said awkwardly, "Someone, bring Mr. Zhuo a chair."
He was robbed by Zhuo Yang last night and is still somewhat afraid of Zhuo Yang, so he doesn't dare to look Zhuo Yang in the eye.
Asking someone to bring you a chair can be seen as a way of showing goodwill.
No sooner had he finished speaking than a loud snort rang out from the side.
"Why should a mere butcher be given a chair?"
Of the two old men, the one sitting to Yan Xiao's left stared at Zhuo Yang with dead fish eyes. He continued, "You must be Zhuo Yang. You killed sixteen bodyguards, one butler, and six servants of the Fu family, along with Fu Zhiqi—a total of twenty-four people."
Zhuo Yang frowned instantly. "Apart from Fu Zhiqi, I didn't kill anyone else from the Fu family!"
To everyone's surprise, all of the Fu family's servants and bodyguards were dead.
"You dare to do it but not admit it? You call yourself a cultivator!" The old man was furious and slammed his hand heavily on the armrest of the armchair.
The handrail turned to dust on the spot, which shows how high the old man's cultivation level was.
Zhuo Yang met his gaze and said calmly, "Anyone can make false accusations."
"You still dare to argue?" The old man stood up abruptly, his eyes flashing with cold light, as if he was about to attack Zhuo Yang at any moment.
Zhuo Yang showed no weakness, a smirk playing on his lips, ready to make a move.
The other party is also at the Heartbeat stage of cultivation, and hasn't even formed a Golden Core yet, so what's there to be afraid of?
At this moment, Yan Xiao quickly stood up and tried to smooth things over, saying, "Vice President Lei, don't be so hot-tempered. We can discuss things calmly. Why don't we wait for Miss Fu to arrive, present concrete evidence, and then determine the truth about Zhuo Yang?"
He didn't dare mention conviction, fearing that Zhuo Yang might suddenly lash out.
Cui Yi said that Zhuo Yang had personally killed two Golden Core stage experts.
Yan Xiao trusted Cui Yi's character. After all, Cui Yi was a veteran expert in Lingzhou with a good reputation, and he was also a director of the Cultivator Alliance.
The old man, named Lei Xiang, stared at Zhuo Yang and snorted heavily. He sat down in his chair and said, "It's truly a pity that Miss Fu's family has suffered such a sudden misfortune and she still has to argue with this thug!"
Zhuo Yang stood with his head held high, too lazy to pay him any attention.
About five minutes later, footsteps were heard outside the door, and a waiter led the way, bringing in a woman.
She wore a white dress and a white flower in her hair, which could be described as a woman looking beautiful in mourning attire, making her even more charming and attractive.
Zhuo Yang glanced at her and said coldly, "Miss Fu, it's been a long time!"
"Zhuo Yang, what are you doing, threatening Miss Fu?" Lei Xiang immediately jumped up and shouted angrily, "With me here, you won't be able to hurt Miss Fu today!"
"Who do you think you are?" Zhuo Yang glanced at him dismissively.
"Hey, you audacious scoundrel, believe me or not, I'll kill you on the spot!" Lei Xiang roared in fury, and with a wave of his hand, a cloud of blue mist rose from his palm.
The mist billowed, carrying a heavy, chilly atmosphere.
Zhuo Yang glanced at it and said indifferently, "Just some Frost True Essence, do you think you're that great?"
Enraged by what he was said, Lei Xiang roared and raised his hand to cast a spell.
"and many more!"
At this moment, the little girl, who was only a teenager, suddenly spoke up to stop them.
Lei Xiang stopped what he was doing and said in a deep voice, "Zhuo Yang, if Senior Xin hadn't spoken up, I would have killed you on the spot!"
An old man calling a young girl "senior" puzzled Zhuo Yang, yet he also found it quite amusing.