Chapter 197 Canglin Tournament (12)

They went up to the second floor with Lin Chang, ending the drama of the morning. But the discussion by various people won’t stop there. The way Feng Bujue appeared in this scene was truly shocking. It could even be said that he made the people of Wulin in Canglin town forget their initial reason for coming.

Who was Feng Bujue? What type of martial arts was he truly practicing? How could a man in his twenties wield the power of a divine skill? When was the inauguration of the Breaking Sword Tea Shack? Were they merely a small group? Or was there something bigger behind them? What about the remaining four people with Feng Bujue? Something like that…

But of course, on the following day, their focus had already shifted, with such a big occasion happening. The day of the duel approached them.

But first, let’s return to the present.

When Feng Bujue and his teammates were invited upstairs by Lin Chang, the people of Wanxia House were so embarrassed that they had to sit back in their seats, lowering their heads to drink rather than pursuing the matter at hand.

Gongsun Qian wanted to humiliate the other side to get some face back, but he didn’t think that the other side would speak so aggressively then immediately revealing great skill with inner Qi, making everyone speechless.

Seeing the sneering eyes from Ji Tong of Bafang House, Gongsun Qian was so angry that he quickly got up to leave the hotel lobby.

Just as he was about to go upstairs, Ji Tong reminded him, “Lord Gongsun, don’t forget to dispose of that dog’s corpse or it will stink up the hotel, making it filthy.”

“Hum!” Gongsun snorted not even responding to the provocation. Today’s event caused them tremendous humiliation and if he continued arguing with Ji Tong it would just bring greater shame to himself, making his status drop. So, he had to bear with it.

As he went upstairs, Gongsun Qian whispered to the disciple following him, “Bring some of your friends while no one is looking and take Wang Ao’s body to the mountains and bury it.”

“Yes, sir.” His apprentice answered.

“Aye.” Gongsun Qian seemed to think of something and added, “Use the back door… ”

“That’s… okay…”

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When the hotel was reopened it was completely renovated and it expanded half a size compared to when it was abandoned years ago. The hotel had four floors with lots of rooms. All the floors had more than fifty rooms and was divided into levels: Day, Ground, and Person [T/L: This is how ancient Chinese divided the good from the bad rooms in a hotel] which was then subdivided into A, B, C, and each room was decorated, slightly varying according to its level.

The situation in Copper Fort was already mentioned in earlier chapters; Due to the negotiation in Copper Fort, most troops from various factions arrived in Canglin Town simultaneously. Once they entered the town, there they found a problem regarding the hotel rooms. You couldn’t just occupy 20 rooms with a leader and 19 disciples. If that were the case, then as soon as the men of Ye Family and the other two Houses checked in, then it would be quickly filled up.

So, after consulting with each other, every faction decided on a “fair distribution”.

Although Wanxia House was a big faction, they only occupied a total of four rooms. The leader with his wife, Gongsun Li, two senior disciples, and five disciples sharing one room (of course, once Wang Ao’s body was disposed of, then there would only be four of them) and the rest of the disciples could only live outside the hotel. In the same fashion, four rooms were occupied by Bafang House. Then there were three rooms designated to second-rate parties and as for the other small groups, they were only given two rooms at the most. Compared to these people, Lu Shan with his Jianghu status and excellent Kungfu then adding to the fact that he was alone, he took plenty of advantages. If this type of martial artist arrives early, then they could occupy a room alone.

At this moment, Feng Bujue was following Lin Chang to room Day-C, which was also one of the best rooms in the hotel.

On the eve of the duel, there would only be seven people from Ye Family and these people occupied the best rooms provided by the hotel.

Different from the other parties, the Ye Family, as the Sword God Ye Cheng’s own faction, they were one of the superior powers in Wulin, so they didn’t have to discuss rules like the others. Truthfully speaking, even if the people of the Ye Family weren’t to allow outsiders to stay in the hotel, nobody would say a thing. Because in the end, the duel was a private affair between Xie San and Ye Cheng, who didn’t even invite anyone to spectate, still the news attracted so many people. These motley crew came uninvited to witness a great battle. The Ye Family didn’t even ask for any entrance fees which was already considered polite. The “fair distribution” was between the factions, so the Ye Family just ignored them.

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“Young man.” After Lin Chang entered the room, he introduced his companions to Feng Bujue, “these three are my brothers and sisters”. [T/L: In most Chinese Wuxia novels, people taught by the same teacher address each other as brothers and sisters, depending on their ages]. Currently, the three people were seated, obviously waiting for the players.

“This is Lord Feng.” Lin Chang pointed to Feng Bujue’s teammates and introduced them to his companions, “This is Lady Feng, then these three are the heroes from the Breaking Sword Tea Shack.”

After Lin’s introduction, a person suddenly spoke.

“Miao Shaoqin, the Sword Inside Bamboo. I hope that Lord Feng can become Ye Family’s friend.” The speaker was a man about thirty years old, he looked handsome and well-bred. Dressed in a black brocade robe, his sword was resting against his seat. The “bamboo sword” looked just like a piece of ordinary bamboo about one meter long, some people may even mistake it for a dog bat, if it weren’t for the hilt. Miao Shaoqin ranked fifth in the “Flower Shadow Six Sword”. Out of the four people present he ranked the lowest, so he grasped his fists, and greeted Feng Bujue first.

“I’ve heard much about your name,” Feng said with a smile, but in actuality, he was saying in his heart: There might be too many strange names for me to remember…

“Su Shang, the Sword of Orchid of Autumn.”

“Ye Muhan, the Sword of Epiphyllum.”

The next two women introduced themselves but weren’t as respectful. Perhaps it may be because they felt it was too inappropriate to be too deferential in front of the younger generation.

The “Sword of Orchid of Autumn” ranked fourth among the six swords, having lived for 26 years. She was not the most beautiful but could still be considered a beauty. She had a very small figure, only reaching 1.5 meters or so when she stood up. The size of her clothing wasn’t proportionate to her height, so it was indeed like a snow-covered mountain. Even though she was currently wearing a beige dress with a high neckline, it was still hard to disguise her curves.

Ye Muhan, the “Sword of Epiphyllum” looked much bigger than the others making it difficult to cover up the strong woman’s temperament. Her hair accessory was like styled like man’s and her skin was also very rough, though, not to the extent of being a man, she had no Adam’s Apple after all. Although her appearance was imposing, she still had more femininity than Young Master Ji Bu.

“I’ve heard so much about your names too.” Feng Bujue also grasped his fist.

The Ye Family had already introduced themselves. So out of politeness Feng Bujue’s teammates also had to introduce themselves.

“Hmmm… Wang Tanzhi, no nickname… “