Invincible Teacher's
Chapter 136: The Second Student's Choice

Si Wuya held the box with one hand as he said, "We can't tell anyone about this, lest they covet the treasures of the Evil Sky Pavilion."

Zhu Honggong, Eighth Old, said indifferently, “Seventh Senior Brother, there are many of them who are hungry to target the Evil Sky Pavilion like predators. Others will not make a difference.”

"No, I'm talking about this box specifically." If it was an incredible treasure, it would definitely cause chaos if people found out about it. He brought the box back to Tiger Ridge as Zhu Honggong followed him.

A flying carriage that looked like a ship was parked on the ground. A dozen cultivators wearing bright-colored robes stood around him. When Si Wuya appeared, they bowed in unison. "Sect Master."

Si Wuya threw the mysterious box into the flying carriage before he jumped inside. “Go to Anyang.”

"Understood."

Whooshing sound!

A dozen cultivators channeled their Primal Qi at the same time. The huge flying carriage powered by the veins of the Formation and Primal Qi slowly rose into the air. Before flying, he paused for a moment.

Si Wuya said calmly, “Old Eight, don't do anything to attract your attention for now. The agreement between the Fiend Temple and the True Sect had collapsed. They won't challenge the Evil Sky Pavilion, but they will come for you.”

When Zhu Honggong heard this, he shuddered and spoke in a sad tone, “Sister senior, this is all your idea. Why am I to blame?”

Si Wuya calmly looked towards Anyang as he said, “Although Zhang Yuanshan has openly mocked the Evil Sky Pavilion many times, the man is actually a huge coward. He's afraid of death. Otherwise, he will rush back to the Green Jade Altar when you and his master appear. With his cultivation base in the Nascent Divinity Tribulation realm, he was more than capable of doing so. ”

“Stay, it's not fair that I'm to blame.”

“Men like him have the same nature; they fear the strong, but they choose the weak.” As soon as Si Wuya finished speaking, the flying carriage flew away.

A slight frown was visible on Zhu Honggong's face. In other words, Zhang Yuanshan thought the Tiger Ridge Gang was a submissive? He bowed slightly at the flying carriage that was getting smaller and smaller in the distance. "May your journey be safe, Senior Brother." As he straightened up, he said mockingly, "I'm not a submissive."

…

Two hours later.

The flying carriage landed slowly near Anyang. Si Wuya emerged from the flying carriage and stared at the city.

One of Si Wuya's subordinates walked over and said, “Master Sect, we have cleared the surroundings. No one will know about your moves. ”

Si Wuya nodded. "Wait here. I'll be right back."

“Master Sect, Senior Demon Sword is known to spend his time in the city recently. What if Senior Demon Sword gets angry with your sudden visit?”

Si Wuya glanced at him and said, "You were wrong about Second Senior Brother ... I'll make my own judgment."

"Understood."

Si Wuya raised a hand. The mysterious box on the flying carriage flew into his palm.

…

Meanwhile. On the third floor of a restaurant in Anyang City. From the window here, one could see the entire Anyang City.

A green-clothed swordsman poured wine for himself.

The whole restaurant was empty. There are no other guests.

A servant trembled as he stood to the side. He would look at the green-clothed swordsman discreetly once in a while.

The green-clothed swordsman suddenly asked, “How long is it?”

“From... from Bluesun to.. to Anyang. She should be... k-here now.” The servant stumbled through his words as he spoke.

“Not to be afraid.There is wine and some dishes here. Sit down and drink with me, ” said the green-clothed swordsman calmly.

“No, no, no. I don't dare. I'll just stand here..It's nice to stand here..” The coldness ran through the servant's back when he heard the words of the green-clad swordsman.

Knock it! Knock it! Knock it!

Someone is climbing the stairs.

Other than the green-clothed swordsman and maid, there were only tables, chairs, and enough food and wine for one person on the third floor of the restaurant.

The green-robed cultivator glanced at these cultivators. He continued to pour wine for himself and said calmly, “Leave the Bluesun riding robbers here. Others can go.”

The servant behaved as if he had been pardoned from the death penalty. He hurriedly bowed and said, “Thank you, sir! Thank you Sir!" He ran faster than the rabbit and disappeared down the stairs.

The cultivators looked at the green-robed swordswoman with puzzled expressions on their faces.

A middle-aged man who seemed to be the leader of the group sensed the strange aura of the green-clothed swordsman. He cupped his hands together and asked, "Who are you, Mister?"

The green-robed swordsman was not pleased to answer the middle-aged man's question. Instead, he asked, "Are you all marauders riding from Bluesun Mountain?"

“Calling us robber horse riding sounds rude. We are just trying to make a living and make ends meet. It was not easy for us to maintain and run this restaurant. I hope you won't give us any trouble, Dear Lord. ”

“Then... it's easy.” The green-clothed swordsman raised his wine cup and finished it in one go. He spoke calmly at the beginning. However, with just a drop of a hat, his tone of voice changed. “Sorry, but can you end your own life? My sword does not like to be tainted by the blood of low-level cultivators.”

The cultivators were shocked by this, instinctively taking a step back.

“Who are you, Mister?”

The green-clothed swordsman put down his wine cup. He smiled faintly as he said, "I am Yu Shangrong."

“…”

"The Sword of Satan ?!"

The cultivators did not even try to verify it was true, they immediately turned around.

Bam! Bam! Bam!

On the stairs, a powerful energy wall blocked their escape.

The green-clothed swordsman continued to pour wine for himself and drink it. It was as if he had not seen all this.

The dozen cultivators started to panic.

Without any warning, many hidden energy weapons were fired towards them from outside the restaurant. There was a golden glint as peacock feathers shot towards them.

Whooshing sound! Whooshing sound! Whooshing sound!

The weapon pierced through the chest of a low-level cultivator with great precision. Some of them even looked like hedgehogs.

The green-clothed swordsman did not even bother to look up. He just shook his head lightly. He put down his wine cup and said in a slightly seductive tone, “Young Brother, you have ruined my mood. I enjoy a good drink here. I really don't like the smell of blood.”

Knocks. Knocks. Knocks.

Si Wuya walked up the stairs with his hands on his back, the mysterious box floating beside him. He put a smile on his face. He sat across the table and said, "Next time I'll buy you a party to apologize for ruining your mood, senior brother ..."

Yu Shangrong shook his head slightly and said, “Enough you have that thought. However, it was really embarrassing. I promise to let them end their own lives.”

“This is my fault... I should not interfere,” said Si Wuya, “Ssenior sister, you are a person of high standing. Why do you humble yourself to deal with the robbers installed in this bastard? ”

“Small Junior Sister is naive and pure. The problem is my problem, ” said Yu Shangrong.

Si Wuya was surprised. He said, "You must really love Little Junior Sister."

"I wouldn't call it love ..." Yu Shangrong said softly, "When Senior Brother and I left the Evil Sky Pavilion, Little Junior Sister has not even joined."

"Why then?" Si Wuya turned his gaze to the corpses of the riding robbers.

Yu Shangrong smiled faintly. He stood with his hands on his back. He looked at the scene outside as he said, “I've met Little Junior Sister several times. I think he's like me, a person who treats others sincerely.”

“...” Si Wuya coughed lightly before saying, “Second Brother, let's talk business.” He waved his hand, and the mysterious box landed on the table.