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Chapter 870

Ungrateful

“How did you escape when Shadow Syndicate always makes sure to eliminate all targets?” Gui San questioned.

“I am only messenger who happened to be there on a delivery mission. I witnessed Dong Zhi slaughter the team from afar on my way back, so I fled as fast as I could,” Gui Gufang explained.

Gui Hang commented, “You do realise what the penalty is for deserting, right?”

“Please spare me. As a mere Body Severing Realm cultivator, I would not have even been enough for Dong Zhi’s warm-up.”

“Get up,” commanded Gui San, letting Gui Gufang retreat off to the side. Gui San started cracking his fingers with his eyes narrowed. “That’s five teams Dong Zhi has annihilated now. He wouldn’t start attacking us out of nowhere. Who could know our plans so well? Given our secrecy, do we have a rat among us?”

Gui Yang scanned his fellow disciples for suspicious reactions.

“How are cultivators so stupid, blindly following Third Heaven Palace?” muttered Xiaoshuai. “Mu Yu, you planning to get rid of Third Heaven Palace’s lapdogs?”

“I do want to remove Ghost Gate from existence but not for the sake of cultivators.”

Xiaoshuai rubbed Mu Yu’s chest. “You’ll still save them, won’t you?”

“Depends on my mood. Anyhow, let’s keep an eye on them for now to see how to deal with Dong Zhi. I’m curious, though: will Third Heaven Palace will allow two factions they control to keep fighting like this?”

After sending everyone else off, Gui San queried, “Shall we pre-emptively strike Shadow Syndicate’s branch at Pure Peace City?”

“And how do you plan to do that?”

“Since the teams we lost were all cities elemental demons planned to attack and our superiors say that the next target is Pure Peace City, Dong Zhi must be after the team here. We’ll hire Dong Zhi before his usual employer can hire his surfaces, and have him protect our team.”

“Nice one! That saves us the trouble of fighting him and sabotages our enemy’s plan to hire shadow assassins!”

“Have you checked what the minimum price is to hire him?”

“The bare minimum is ten million. They refuse to divulge what the bounty on our teams’ heads is, sadly, but we know it’s no less than ten million.”

“Mu Yu, they fetch less than you,” Xiaoshuai commented.

“Shut up,” Mu Yu scolded.

“Let’s get going now,” Gui San asserted, rushing to Pure Peace City with Gui Yang.

Mu Yu noticed that his shifu’s statue at Pure Peace City had been switched out for a stone slab with “Third Heaven Palace” carved on it. True God’s statue was left in pieces at the feet of the city doors for weeds and nature to play with. It did not bother Mu Yu as he anticipated something of that sort happening. Howbeit, he had to calm Xiaoshuai.

“Xiaoshuai, weren’t you the one who asked me if I’d save the cultivators not long ago? You still think I should?”

“Unforgiveable. Ungrateful curs. I want to watch them rot! Dullards! Ungrateful curs!”

“You repeated yourself there.”

“I must stress it!”

“Shifu, did you ever imagine this is how the people you saved and protected would treat you?”

“Now I want to see this city razed!”

Mu Yu felt indifferent to the witch hunting at this point; he could no longer see any meaning in sparing his energy on hating the cultivators. The same thought spent hating them could be spent on something else, after all.

“Mother, look! It’s True God’s statue!” an eight year old boy pointed out.

The boy’s mother, who dressed and carried herself with a noble lady’s aura, preached, “True God, my foot. It’s because of him that elemental demons are now threatening us. Our true god is Third Heaven Palace, understand?”

“Got it. I’ll go teach Sword Shadow Dust Gale a lesson, then!”

Mu Yu coldly watched as the boy ran over to Sword Shadow Dust Gale’s broken statue and pulled his pants down.

“Stop!” yelled a girl around the boy’s age, sprinting over. “You are not to desecrate True God’s statue!”

“I insist. My mother says he’s no true god.”

As the boy haughtily started hosing, a strong wind from somewhere curved the trajectory of his golden shower back into his mouth. The coughing boy, wailing, ran back to his mother.

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