Chapter 169: Otherwise, how about you call yourself Chen Yan?
Chen Yan didn’t think this middle-aged cultivator dressed in Azure Glaze Silk robes had any good intentions toward him.
If things were truly as he said, and the recent Taiyun City was not very peaceful, then since he was a new face, he should not have been so easily brought into this Huang Family Gambling Den.
But Chen Yan didn’t care.
No matter what schemes this middle-aged cultivator in front of him was harboring in his heart, he simply didn’t care.
Compared to the plots and schemes he had experienced before, the petty thoughts of these miscellaneous people were nothing, not even worth a fart.
Chen Yan’s reason for coming here was also very clear.
That was to investigate the truth behind the massacre of the Immortal Gambling Den in Taiyun City.
Up until now, Chen Yan was still completely in the dark.
Because in the intelligence he currently possessed, the reason the Immortal Gambling Den in Taiyun City was massacred was because Fu Qian wanted to eliminate the root of the problem.
But Qi Yi said the mastermind behind it was someone else.
Chen Yan had no clues at all;
he could only try to gather the faint traces behind it bit by bit.
Compared to the former Immortal Gambling Den, the Huang Family Gambling Den’s territory was even more murky and chaotic.
Stepping into the Huang Family Gambling Den, Chen Yan first looked around. He didn’t see any disciples of the Kongshan Sect within the gambling den, which made him feel a bit strange.
In the former Immortal Gambling Den, the presence of Kongshan Sect disciples was not uncommon.
“Senior.”
Thus, Chen Yan called out to stop the middle-aged cultivator walking ahead of him, who had brought him into the gambling den.
“What?”
That middle-aged cultivator asked.
“I have a question I’d like to ask for advice.”
Chen Yan said:
“I remember, in the former Immortal Gambling Den, one could always see disciples of the Kongshan Sect, but why is it that now in this Huang Family Gambling Den, not a single one can be seen?”
“Heh.”
That middle-aged cultivator dressed in vermilion-purple robes let out a somewhat contemptuous laugh:
“You really don’t know anything, kid.”
“I hope Senior can enlighten me.”
Chen Yan said.
“Two years ago, the Immortal Gambling Den in this Taiyun City was massacred overnight. This matter shocked the entire cultivation world of the Qingque Kingdom. To this day, the ruins of the Immortal Gambling Den are still piled up in the city, and no one dares to touch them. Guess whose handiwork was behind the destruction of the Immortal Gambling Den?”
The middle-aged cultivator asked.
“The Kongshan Sect?”
Chen Yan acted quite candidly.
Hearing this, the middle-aged cultivator’s eyes instantly became fearful. He then turned his head back and glared fiercely at Chen Yan, lowering his voice:
“You can die if you want, but don’t let the blood splash on me!”
Everyone knows how the Immortal Gambling Den disappeared.
But no one dares to discuss it recklessly.
Cultivators from the Kongshan Sect can, of course, come to this Huang Family Gambling Den;
no one dares to stop them.
But it’s just that no one will go to gamble with the disciples of the Kongshan Sect.
Because people don’t know the reason the Immortal Gambling Den was massacred;
they only know it was done by the Kongshan Sect.
As time passed, no disciples of the Kongshan Sect would come to this gambling den anymore.
“Yo, Mister Cui, long time no see!”
A slightly chubby-looking young man came forward to greet them. He wasn’t tall either, but he seemed very sociable.
“Third Young Master Huang.”
The middle-aged cultivator addressed as Mister Cui responded thusly.
Third Young Master Huang.
Namely, the third son of Huang Renqiu, Huang Hongtao.
Twenty-four years old this year, early-stage Body Forging Realm. It could be said he has absolutely no cultivation talent whatsoever. This early-stage Body Forging Realm cultivation was also forcibly pushed up using the Huang Family’s resources when he was a child. It could be said even his actual early-stage Body Forging Realm cultivation is weak and feeble.
“How have you been recently? Last I heard, Mister Cui, you had important business to attend to in Laishan County. Did everything go smoothly?”
Huang Hongtao asked.
“All good, everything went smoothly.”
Mister Cui said.
“That’s good. In these times, the world has truly changed its skies…”
Huang Hongtao sighed with emotion.
“Yes, who knows what will happen in the future?”
Mister Cui said.
Chen Yan knew what they were discussing referred to.
The Heavenly Summit Mountain Cataclysm.
Its influence could be said to have shaken the entire cultivation world of the Chenping Continent, but for these rogue cultivators at the bottom of the cultivation world, it indeed has no practical impact.
Immediately after, Huang Hongtao noticed Chen Yan standing behind Mister Cui. The unfamiliar face made him pay a bit more attention for a moment:
“Mister Cui, who is this?”
“Oh.”
The middle-aged cultivator whom Huang Hongtao kept calling Mister Cui came to his senses and then introduced:
“This little brother is a rogue cultivator I happened to meet on my way back to Taiyun City from Laishan County. I got along quite well chatting with him. Coincidentally, when I mentioned to him the scene half a month ago where I won the pants off the Zhang Family’s eldest young master, this little brother became filled with admiration, so I brought him here to broaden his horizons.”
It was all made-up nonsense.
But Chen Yan also quickly understood and said nothing.
“How should I address you, Fellow Daoist?”
“Yan Chen pays his respects to Third Young Master!”
Chen Yan bowed with hands clasped toward Huang Hongtao.
“Ah, what young master or not young master, we are all fellow cultivators, all Fellow Daoists here! We don’t stand on such ceremony!”
Huang Hongtao shook his head with a smile, then waved his hand toward behind him:
“Xiao Li!”
“Coming! What are your orders, Third Young Master!”
A waiter who looked quite clever and quick on his feet hurried forward and stood beside Huang Hongtao.
Chen Yan was slightly taken aback;
the waiter in front of him seemed somewhat familiar.
He remembered that night two years ago when he traveled alone from the Kongshan Sect to Taiyun City.
It was that very night Chen Yan obtained Song Mingde’s list.
It was also that very night the gambling den met with its catastrophic destruction.
And this waiter in front of him…
His face overlapped with that of the doorman who held his horse for him in front of the gambling den two years ago.
“Come, Xiao Li, you take Mister Cui and this Immortal Master Yan to the inner area!”
Huang Hongtao said briskly.
“At your command!”
That waiter said loudly, then bent at the waist, respectfully guiding the way for Chen Yan and that middle-aged cultivator:
“You two, this way please!”
Chen Yan, together with the middle-aged cultivator dressed in vermilion-purple robes, addressed as Mister Cui, followed behind the waiter called Xiao Li by Huang Hongtao, walking toward the inner area of the gambling den.
“Mister Zhu and Mister Zheng, are they here today?”
Mister Cui asked the waiter.
“They are, Mister Cui.”
The waiter responded.
“Take the two of us to find them.”
“Right away!”
The waiter said in a booming voice.
“You’re called Yan Chen?”
Then, Mister Cui turned his head to look at Chen Yan beside him.
“Yes, Senior.”
Chen Yan replied.
“That name, tsk tsk tsk!”
This middle-aged cultivator clicked his tongue:
“Just hearing the name makes it sound like a great cultivator with far-reaching influence and connections. You’d better change your name sooner rather than later. Without at least Martial Spring Realm cultivation, I’m afraid you won’t be able to hold down such a name!”
“Is that so?”
Chen Yan laughed:
“Then what does Senior think I should be called?”
“I’ll have to think carefully…”
Mister Cui raised his hand and stroked his chin, then as if suddenly thinking of something, his eyes lit up:
“Otherwise, how about you call yourself Chen Yan?”
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