Chapter 270: The Daoist Chilong, Lady Bai
The two of them returned together to Wei City.
To have slain three of the Bare Body Sect’s Four Heavenly Kings in one day was something that would shake the world’s reputation. But to Li Yanchu, it was no more than striking down a few petty street thieves, as easy as chopping melons and slicing vegetables!
This extraordinary composure earned the old Daoist’s deep approval.
“Yanchu,” the old Daoist asked, “that Hong Baiwei from Mount Mao is arrogant by nature. Word is he died in the Blissful Land of Mount Jinting. That was your doing, wasn’t it?”
Li Yanchu nodded slightly. “Indeed. I also slew all of Mount Mao’s men there. They were nothing but a pack of filthy, third-rate scum.”
The old Daoist said mildly, “Mount Mao’s influence is great. Though it can’t compare with Mount Longhu’s current flourishing incense and the Emperor’s deep favor, it is still a major Daoist sect. Aren’t you afraid of trouble?”
Li Yanchu snorted. “If Mount Mao allows people like Hong Baiwei to lead such a pack of crooked cultists and run amok, then those four words ‘major Daoist sect’ are undeserved. Afraid? I’m afraid of nothing!”
The old Daoist was momentarily stunned, then burst out laughing.
“Do you know who Hong Baiwei’s father is?”
“I’ve heard he’s a high-ranking elder in Mount Mao?”
“The Grand Elder of Mount Mao, the Daoist Chilong[1] already one hundred and sixty years old. Hong Baiwei was his only son, born late in life.”
Li Yanchu paused mid-step, glancing at the old Daoist in surprise. “That Daoist Chilong must have quite the temper.”