novelaction Chapter 1075 The Sword Saint's Trail in the Wine Bottle
Chapter 1075 The Sword Saint's Trail in the Wine Bottle
Lin Qiye's eye twitched violently.
Wu Hen's brows finally furrowed almost imperceptibly.
"What's going on?" He Lin looked downstairs, then at the two people beside him.
"You two look like you've seen a ghost."
Lin Qiye took a deep breath and forcibly suppressed the urge to complain.
Damn it, they didn't see any ghosts, but they were driven crazy by these two clowns.
"It's nothing." Wu Hen picked up his wine glass expressionlessly, took a sip, and...
"Just two idiots."
No sooner had he finished speaking than the door to the private room was slammed open from the outside with a loud bang.
"Who! Who the hell is talking behind my back that I'm an idiot?!" A loud, boisterous voice rang out.
Wearing a Pigsy mask, Baili Pangpang stood menacingly blocking the doorway, one hand holding an empty wine bottle and the other on his hip.
Behind him, Cao Yuan, wearing a Sha Wujing mask, silently peeked out.
"Holy crap, Seventh Brother? Brother Wu Hen?"
Upon recognizing the people inside, Baili Pangpang's voice, hidden behind his mask, instantly shifted from anger to wild joy: "What are you all doing here?!"
He ripped off his mask, revealing a chubby face.
He rushed in in a few steps and gave Lin Qiye a solid bear hug.
Lin Qiye was so badly hit by him that he almost passed out.
"Are you fucking a pig? Trying to run me over?" Lin Qiye pushed him away in annoyance.
"Hehe, I was just so excited to see you." Baili Pangpang chuckled, then turned to Wu Hen.
"Brother Wu Hen, I've missed you so much!"
Wu Hen silently turned to the side, avoiding his lunging embrace.
Cao Yuan also took off his mask and walked in, nodding to the two of them as a greeting.
"Why are you two dressed so flamboyantly?" Lin Qiye pointed to the masks they had been wearing.
"You're treating everyone to drinks? You've struck it rich?"
"Hey, when in Rome, do as the Romans do."
Baili Pangpang casually sat down on the sofa, picked up an unopened bottle of foreign liquor from the table, unscrewed the cap, and took a swig straight from the bottle.
"People in this utopia are all about money! Money talks!"
He Lin watched the two uninvited guests who had suddenly barged in with great interest, then glanced at Lin Qiye and Wu Hen.
His smile turned playful: "Not bad, Lin Qiye, coming out on 'private business' with your family?"
"I found it on the road." Lin Qiye rubbed his temples, feeling his head ache even more.
"Is this Brother He Lin? My name is Baili Pangpang, and his name is Cao Yuan."
Baili Pangpang, ever the friendly type, picked up a clean glass and poured wine for He Lin, saying, "We're all Seventh Brother's brothers! Come on, let's have a drink!"
He Lin smiled, clinked glasses with him, and drank it all in one gulp.
"How did you two find this place?" Wu Hen asked Cao Yuan.
Cao Yuan answered succinctly, "I came because I smelled it."
Baili Pangpang swallowed a large gulp of wine and hurriedly explained, "We've only been in Utopia for a couple of days, and we don't know anyone here. We were just wondering how to find you."
"I sensed Seventh Brother's presence downstairs just now."
"Although he hid it well, he couldn't fool this dog... ptooey, he couldn't fool this keen nose of mine!"
Lin Qiye ignored him and turned to He Lin, saying, "We're one of our own, we also came from Daxia."
He Lin nodded, indicating that he understood, but his gaze toward Lin Qiye held a hint of inquiry.
Great Xia... Night Watchmen... have come to Utopia together?
This is interesting.
"By the way, Brother He Lin, what were you talking about with Brother Qi and the others just now?" Baili Pangpang asked curiously.
He Lin smiled, put down his wine glass, and leaned forward slightly.
His entire demeanor suddenly became more composed, no longer the carefree and irresponsible person he once was.
"I'm talking to them about a formidable guy." His voice wasn't loud, but it instantly silenced the noisy atmosphere in the private room.
"A sword saint who only exists in legends."
Baili Pangpang and Cao Yuan were taken aback.
Lin Qiye and Wu Hen exchanged a glance, knowing that the main topic was about to be discussed.
"Sword Saint? Zhou Ping?" Lin Qiye asked in a deep voice.
"Besides him, who else in Great Xia deserves this title?"
He Lin, you know, that place is even more chaotic than here. The gods treat humans like livestock.
We outsiders live worse than dogs.
He chuckled self-deprecatingly and continued, "Back then, a group of blind bandits, relying on the backing of the gods, robbed us."
"The one leading the group is known as a 'demigod,' and his strength is ridiculously high."
"We brothers fought desperately, but we were still pinned to the ground and beaten. We were about to be killed..."
The private room was eerily quiet; even Baili Pangpang had put away his playful expression and was listening intently.
"That's when he appeared."
He Lin's tone became somewhat detached, as if he had returned to that desperate afternoon.
“A man dressed in cloth and carrying a long bundle strolled past us as if he hadn’t seen us at all.”
"The bandit leader cursed and told him to get lost, and even tried to hit him. Guess what happened next?"
He Lin paused, picked up the bottle, and filled his glass, his hand trembling slightly.
He didn't even glance at the demigod, he just flicked his finger.
He Lin extended his index and middle fingers and flicked them lightly in the air, producing a soft "ding" sound.
"The sword wrapped in cloth on his back just unsheathed itself an inch,"
"A flash of sword light that we couldn't even see passed by, and the demigod's head... flew off."
hiss--
Baili-Pangpang gasped.
"And then?" Cao Yuan pressed.
"Then, the three gods behind the bandits descended in fury."
"That divine power was so overwhelming that we couldn't even lift our heads."
He Lin took a big gulp of wine, his eyes filled with a mixture of fear and fanaticism.
"But that man remained completely calm and composed."
"He didn't even draw his sword; he just carried a wine bottle, drinking as he walked toward the three gods."
"He walked up to the first god and asked, 'Were you being very noisy just now?' Before the god could answer, he smashed a bottle down on him."
With a bang, the god's head shattered like a watermelon.
"The second god was terrified, turned and ran, throwing the wine bottle away in the process,"
"They smashed that god down from the sky, killing him instantly."
"The third god knelt down and begged for mercy, saying... 'It's too late.'"
Then, he slowly drew the sword.
He Lin's voice grew softer and softer until it almost became a murmur: "I didn't see how he drew his sword. I only saw light... a sword light that could destroy the heavens and the earth."
"When the light faded, the god, along with half of the sacred mountain behind him, was gone."
The entire private room was deathly silent.
With a flick of the finger, a demigod is killed; with a wine bottle, two gods are annihilated; with a single sword, a divine mountain is cleaved in two.
What a terrifying strength!
"After beheading the god, he acted as if nothing had happened, picking up the wine bottle from the ground."
"He shook it, found it was empty, sighed, and then left."
He Lin let out a long breath, as if to expel all the shock he had been holding in.
“From beginning to end, we didn’t even have a chance to thank him.”
"He simply vanished into the snowstorm of Olympus, and no one ever saw him again."
"We came here to find him," Lin Qiye finally spoke, breaking the silence.
His eyes were more solemn than ever before. "There's a problem with the Great Xia's mist, it's very serious. We need the Sword Saint's power."
Upon hearing this, He Lin frowned: "Find him? How are we supposed to find him?"
"It's like finding a needle in a haystack! They've practically turned him into a myth in Olympus,"
"Countless people want to become his disciples, but after half a year, they haven't even found a trace of him."
"That's why I came to find your 'Shangxie Society'," Wu Hen calmly replied.
"Your intelligence network is the most sophisticated in the world."
He Lin gave a wry smile: "Things are different now...but..."
He changed the subject and looked at Lin Qiye: "We do have some clues."
"The last place where Senior Zhou Ping witnessed the event after leaving Olympus was in this Utopia."
Lin Qiye and Wu Hen were invigorated.
"Where is he?"
"The exact location is unclear, but we found that he seems to be looking for something, or... waiting for someone."
He Lin shook his head. "Only one person knows more details about this matter."
"Who?"
"In memory of our leader of the Evil Society."
He Lin's expression turned somewhat strange as soon as he uttered the name.
"She has special channels that allow her to obtain intelligence that we can't."
"It's just her..."
He Lin stopped abruptly halfway through his sentence, as if he wanted to say something but then stopped.
This immediately piqued everyone's curiosity.
"What's wrong with her?" Lin Qiye pressed.
He Lin sighed and waved his hand: "Never mind, I have to talk to her about this in person."
"Let's go, it's getting late. I'll take you to see her."
After saying that, he got up, paid the bill, and led everyone out of the bar.
The streets remained bustling at night, with colorful neon lights flashing.
This contrasted sharply with the somber atmosphere in the private room just now.
He Lin led them across the road and stopped on the other side of the street.
“She’s nearby.” He Lin pointed to a magnificent building in front of them.
Lin Qiye looked up and saw that the sign on the building had several large characters written in a flamboyant font: "White Horse Club".
A row of handsome young men in white suits stood at the entrance, flirting with the women passing by.
Lin Qiye: “…”
Wu Hen: “…”
Baili Pangpang: "Holy crap, a male escort club?!"
Just as everyone was looking at each other, wondering if He Lin was playing a trick on them, the glittering doors of the club were pushed open.
A figure staggered out.
The man was dressed in a smart business suit, but he was carrying a bottle of whiskey in his hand.
As he walked, he kept turning back to wave goodbye to the group of handsome men at the door, his steps unsteady, clearly showing signs of drunkenness.
"I'll come back for more next time... hiccup!"
She was a woman, a woman who should have been calm, composed, and strategic.
In memory of the former president of the Shangxie Society.
She seemed completely oblivious to the group of people standing across the street, carrying bottles of liquor and humming off-key songs, as she walked on her own.
He Lin's face had turned as black as the bottom of a pot; he wished he could disappear into a crack in the ground.
Lin Qiye and the others were completely stunned, their jaws practically dropping to the ground.
This... this is the president of the Shangxie Society who has access to special intelligence channels?
The contrast is too great!
Just then, the drunken memorial seemed to sense something.
She stopped, squinted, and looked towards the other side of the street with a puzzled expression.
When her gaze finally focused on the two familiar faces of Lin Qiye and Wu Hen, her eyes widened in surprise.
The wine bottle in his hand wobbled and almost fell to the ground.
The next second, a shocking swear word echoed throughout the entire street.
"Fuck!"
The drunkenness on his face vanished almost instantly, replaced by...
It was a terrifying feeling, like seeing a ghost, and a kind of panic called "social death".
The air seemed to freeze eerily at that moment.