Chapter 1594 - 1595: The Old Fox Took the Bait
This fierce guy is too terrifying to keep by my side, no matter what.
At the thought of facing Yang Fei day and night, Jingtian Xiongyi felt a chilling sensation, like being with a tiger and dancing with wolves. His heart was pounding with fear.
Jingtian Xiongyi suddenly recalled a notification from the Qianji headquarters.
The headquarters required all Qianji Style Martial Arts branches to send outstanding martial arts masters for training and participation in the Martial Arts Golden Sword Tournament.
Jingtian Xiongyi never thought about making a name for himself at such a grand event like the Martial Arts Golden Sword Tournament.
Though arrogant, he was also aware of his limitations.
A small role like himself going to the Martial Arts Golden Sword Tournament was merely to make up numbers, but he couldn't ignore headquarters' orders.
And at this moment, this ruthless and skilled pretty boy, Yang Fei, dropped from the sky, solving a big problem for Takeda Yuichi.
A martial arts master like Yang Fei should showcase his skills at the Martial Arts Golden Sword Tournament.
If he could make a stunning impression at the tournament, it would immensely benefit Jingtian Xiongyi's reputation and bring great recognition to the Lidao Qianji Style branch.
Of course, if this kid were beaten to death, that would be even better.
Jingtian Xiongyi silently calculated, his face beaming with an even brighter smile.
He made up his mind, wrapped his arm around Yang Fei's shoulder, and waved at the disciples.
"To celebrate Mr. Yang's promotion to Vice Hall Master, I'm treating everyone to drinks today. Let's not leave sober!"
Jingtian Xiongyi, usually sinister and stingy, suddenly became so generous that all the disciples cheered happily, not even sparing a glance at Yamamoto on the ground.
Jingtian Xiongyi wrapped his arm around Yang Fei's shoulder and headed towards the main door, only to pause and turn back.
Looking at Yamamoto's corpse on the floor, he coldly tossed out a remark.
"Trash, even after dying, you still pollute my floor. Carry him out and bury him."
Two disciples answered promptly and started cleaning up Yamamoto's body from the ground.
Jingtian Xiongyi turned, arm wrapped around Yang Fei, and the two walked out of the Qianji Style Dojo shoulder to shoulder.
Takeda Yuichi's banquet was set in a restaurant opposite the Qianji Style Dojo, with very sumptuous dishes.
Yang Fei drank large bowls of wine and ate large chunks of meat, accepting almost every drink offered by dojo disciples, getting drunk rather quickly.
Jingtian Xiongyi sat beside Yang Fei, watching him smugly, reeking of alcohol, and couldn't help but inwardly sneer.
This pretty boy's experience in the Mortal World is indeed limited; having big fists is useless!
Once he reports to the headquarters, the numerous martial arts masters there will naturally show him how high the sky is and how deep the earth is.
At this moment, what Jingtian Xiongyi had to do was stealthily send him off to the headquarters.
Halfway through the drinking, Jingtian Xiongyi patted Yang Fei's shoulder, sighing deeply.
"Since we're brothers, there's something I want to say. I'm not sure if I should?"
Yang Fei turned his head, clearly drunk, slurring his words.
"There's nothing we can't say between us brothers, Master, please advise."
Jingtian Xiongyi sighed, straightening Yang Fei's collar before saying slowly.
"In my opinion, we hit it off right away and have a deep bond. Spending peaceful and prosperous days together on this Li Island would be nice."
"But I just can't bear it. With your great kung fu, if it were buried on this small island, it would be such a waste."
On hearing this, Yang Fei immediately paid attention, though his face still appeared clueless.
"Master, I came here to unwind after a failed investment. Meeting you here is a great fate. If you have something to say, please say it directly."
Jingtian Xiongyi stopped beating around the bush and looked seriously at Yang Fei.
"Brother, have you heard about the Martial Arts Golden Sword Tournament?"
Yang Fei downed a glass of wine, placing it on the table, taking a deep breath.
"Of course I've heard of the Martial Arts Golden Sword Tournament, it's the most prestigious martial artist gathering in the world, once rated by Mystic Country's Times as one of the most influential events of the century."
"Every competition, ten top masters are ranked. Selected martial artists not only gain supreme honor but also high-paying advertising endorsements, or selection as Golden Bodyguards, with wealth rolling in."
Jingtian Xiongyi looked deeply at Yang Fei.
"Since you know, I needn't say more. I'll ask you one thing: do you want to participate in the Martial Arts Golden Sword Tournament?"
"Heh, the Old Fox took the bait."
Yang Fei inwardly chuckled, blurting out a reply.
"Of course, I do."
Saying this, Yang Fei shook his head, showing a frustrated talent demeanor.
"But only well-known martial arts masters are invited. A nobody like me can't get in."
Jingtian Xiongyi looked at Yang Fei sincerely, a slight self-contented look on his face.
"Brother, our Qianji Style Karate is also a well-known major martial arts sect in Sang Country. The headquarters has long received an invitation to the Martial Arts Golden Sword Tournament."
"If you're willing, I could recommend you to the headquarters for training."
"As long as you perform excellently in the headquarters selection trials, you'll have a chance to stand out and participate in this Martial Arts Golden Sword Tournament."
Surprised joy appeared on Yang Fei's face: "Really?"
Jingtian Xiongyi's self-satisfied smile grew wider.
"Of course it's true. If I recommend you to the headquarters for training, and you achieve a ranking in the Martial Arts Golden Sword Tournament, our Lidao Qianji Style Dojo can gain great recognition. Everything depends on you."
Yang Fei stood up, striding out from the table, bowing deeply to Jingtian Xiongyi.
"Thank you for your support, Master. If I achieve a ranking in the Martial Arts Golden Sword Tournament, I surely won't forget your cultivation."
Seeing the kid took the bait so easily, Jingtian Xiongyi felt much relieved.
He laughed heartily, stood up, and grabbed Yang Fei's hand.
"No need to say that. As the saying goes, heroes recognize heroes. With your martial arts skills, it would be a waste to not participate in the Martial Arts Golden Sword Tournament."
In that instant, the usually fierce and ruthless Jingtian Xiongyi turned into a benevolent elder, fully considering Yang Fei's future.
Yang Fei inwardly sneered, gazing at Jingtian Xiongyi's horse-like face, a hint of mockery in his eyes.
This guy, full of malice, dumping this problem on him, is truly deserving.
One just wonders if, upon knowing his true identity, Jingtian Xiongyi would cry on the spot?
The banquet went harmoniously, everyone enjoying themselves.
Yang Fei not only forged a life-and-death friendship with Jingtian Xiongyi but also got closer to many other disciples.
Everyone got what they wanted: Yang Fei got the recommendation letter he needed, while Jingtian Xiongyi relieved himself of this troublemaker, feeling noticeably lighter, even his breaths seemed easier.
At dawn the next day, Yang Fei took Jingtian Xiongyi's recommendation letter and returned to Li Wang Town briefly.
Li Wang Town was as it always looked, clean, warm, and full of warmth and human touch.
Seeing Yang Fei back in Lei Wang Town, everyone flocked into the small courtyard, inquiring warmly, full of concern.
Yang Fei vaguely stated that after a misunderstood conflict with the Qianji Style Dojo, everything had been cleared up.
Everyone couldn't help but marvel.
Truly, capable individuals can do anything, even resolving something as major as seriously injuring Buck with ease.
This handsome young man's methods are truly unfathomable.