Chapter 246 – Legends and Myths (IV)

Chapter 246

Legends and Myths (IV)

The woman certainly knew how to make an entrance; I’ll give her that.

She also derailed my plans entirely, as there is no way I can use the tortoise right now. Its existence is one of my biggest secrets, and I’m not even sure it would work on her, as I’ve no idea what her realm is. Regardless… maybe there’s a peaceful way out of this?

“Sir Lady,” okay, that just sounds wrong. “You must understand that we cannot let his words slide.”

“He did speak out of turn, but only because he was fearful; did we not all do certain untoward things in the moments of despair? Perhaps find the strength in your hearts to forgive the little child.”

Again.

Honestly, being called a child was pissing me off.

I heard a snicker from the back and just knew it was that bastard alchemist. He was here with us, too, though he seemed entirely disinterested in helping with the affair. He did say, after all, he wouldn’t really fight for me, though, to be honest, I am perfectly happy with that.

“It wasn’t merely speaking out of turn, Sir Lady; he dishonored us to our faces. If we do not receive a recompense, our Dao Hearts will never calm.”

“Can you not offer me a little bit of face?”

“We have offered you plenty already,” huh. Why do I suddenly have a bad feeling about all of this? “Not only has your negligence caused the death of many of our Disciples, you are now attempting to prevent us from exercising proper justice. The question is, do you not treat us as wind, Sir Lady? Or do you take our Lands as nothing more than playthings?”

“… what recompense, exactly, are you seeking?” She seemed to take a step back, but I didn’t really buy it.

“As to give you face,” the same guy kept talking. “We only seek that he ruin his cultivation, break his limbs, and renounce being Master of the children. That way, he can still live out the remainder of his life, at least.”

Wow.

What grace.

So forgiving.

Honestly, if I were any stronger, I’d have leapt over there and literally ripped his tongue out so he’d shut up.

“Little friend,” she turned toward me, smiling. “What say you of those conditions?”

“They can take them up their fat–“

“–there is a middle ground here, friends,” she interrupted me rather quickly. “You must understand that your conditions are… unacceptable.”

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“Do you wish to see this city ravaged, Sir Lady? As the might of the Holy Lands descends upon it, will you still be seeking middle ground? Or begging for your life?” Wow. Honestly, I thought Long Tao was plenty arrogant, but compared to this guy, Long Tao is the friendliest guy alive.

“That may well happen,” she said, still smiling. “But you will not leave this city alive in that scenario. You lot certainly do often pride yourselves on your Sects, so, perhaps, you are finally willing to sacrifice your lives for the cause.”

Well, that shut them up for a little while.

None of this mattered to me, though; the question was… why was this woman helping me? She wasn’t doing it out of the goodness of her heart, no chance in hell. Which meant she’ll want something, too.

I can already venture a guess that it’s not me, but these little gremlins behind me.

Haah.

I really, really wanted to turn around and throw a big picture frame at Long Tao and call him stupid, but it was too late for that. Instead of wallowing, I just have to somehow get out of this. Maybe I can instigate them to break out into a fight?