"That child is injured?" Niu Yuanshan's face showed only a trace of confusion, but his heart tightened fiercely.
Han Shuangjiang nodded, realizing she had found the right entry point.
"He got into a conflict
with someone," she said, beginning to delve deeper into the topic.
Hearing this, Deacon Niu frowned and immediately pressed, "Is the injury serious?"
The cold-faced girl replied with a serious expression, "I'm not sure. He wouldn't let me look. That man... he seems to like acting tough."
She used a bit of cunning, half-truth and half-false.
From a bystander's perspective, that final move of the Eight Trigrams Palm from Liu Chengqi, the name of which she had already forgotten, was ferocious and looked anything but ordinary.
But what about Chu Huaixu? After taking half a palm strike, he didn't even let out a grunt.
—He seemed to have quite the manly spirit.
After realizing they might be in trouble, his thinking was clear, and he quickly made a decision. Most importantly, whether in front of Liu Chengqi or now, he was the one standing in front of Han Shuangjiang. It was as if no matter what happened, he would be there to hold things up.
In a situation fraught with crisis, this foxy-faced man still had the time to be cheeky and smiling, not adding to the pressure. A man who, when faced with a problem, has the ability, the means, and the mentality to handle it—this was actually a very charming quality. And this quality was effective on both men and women.
Due to her various life experiences, Han Shuangjiang was inevitably someone who lacked a sense of security. Although she had only had brief contact with Chu Huaixu, she felt inexplicably at ease. Therefore, since he had taken the initiative to shoulder the burden, she must also do a good job with the support work.
Having come from a brothel, how could she be a silly, sweet, naive girl? Speechcraft was, in fact, a course she had been required to learn.
Sure enough, Niu Yuanshan's brow furrowed even deeper.
"Which damned bastard dares to lay a hand on someone from our [Organization]!" Fury was already raging in his heart.
Looking at the jar of Erlang Wine from the Moon Kingdom on the table, his anger grew even stronger.
However, Niu Yuanshan still needed a reason. No matter what, he was a Gold Mask in [The Organization]. That golden mask represented that he was a core member, deeply valued and trusted!
He knew that this newcomer, Chu Huaixu, was very unusual, seemingly adept at carving his own path and acting with flamboyance. He wasn't like the rest of them, focused only on lying low and staying hidden. But to get into a private fight right after joining the outer sect—he felt he needed to understand the situation better.
Deacon Niu did not show excessive anger on his face, and his words were reasonable. "You two were brought here by the Sixth Elder. I presume he meant for me to look after you."
"Shuangjiang, tell me the whole story. What exactly happened?"
"Alright," Han Shuangjiang said.
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...
Inside the bamboo hut, Chu Huaixu untied his robe and looked at his injury.
"Not bad, it's not a big problem."
The short blade, once stained with blood, was re-hung at his waist.
He had just looked at the quest details, and according to the system's description, he realized he was in deep trouble this time.
"The quest system rates the difficulty of a quest based on a variety of comprehensive information."
"The levels are divided into four grades: A, B, C, and D."
"A Grade A quest is the highest level."
"In other words, according to the system's judgment, this Liu Chengqi is an existence that a player cannot afford to provoke during the novice period!"
What was even more exaggerated was that this passive quest was called [Retaliation from Liu Chengqi], and the quest content was simply to not die to complete it.
"Damn it, he's coming to kill me!" Chu Huaixu was speechless.
Just don't get killed, and that counts as completing the quest? What kind of background does this bastard Liu Chengqi have?
"And, the quest requirement is merely not to be killed, and yet it's still labeled as Grade A difficulty..."
"Doesn't that basically mean the system is telling me that it will be very difficult for me not to be killed!"
This is quite unfriendly to me, a transmigrator.
There was no helping it. For a goofball player, it would just mean failing the quest and wasting a [Revival Coin]. Chu Huaixu also had 3 Revival Coins, but he wasn't sure if he could still be revived, nor did he want to take the risk.
"The quest reward is generous, though. A full 1000 experience points."
For a player in the novice period, the reward was quite high, enough for him to level up several times.
In addition, Chu Huaixu's gaze was deeply attracted by a line of text.
"[A certain probability to trigger a hidden dungeon]."
This was what he was most focused on!
A hidden dungeon—that was what the system and players called it. In the Xuanhuang Realm, people generally called it a fortuitous encounter! A fated opportunity!
This made Chu Huaixu fall into deep thought.
"A hidden dungeon?"
He carefully recalled, and suddenly remembered something. He didn't know if it was related to the hidden dungeon.
"I used [Information Probe] on Liu Chengqi before, to see what he was made of."
"The feedback from the system was that his Spirit Embryo is currently in a damaged state."
"Could it be about the Spirit Embryo?"
This kind of probability-based trigger for a hidden dungeon was the absolute worst. Because it meant that even if you completed the quest perfectly, it might not necessarily trigger. There were too many coincidences involved. It was purely up to the player to explore, dig, or try their luck.
When he first encountered this situation while playing "Borrowing a Sword", his heart had burned with passion. As a result, after failing to trigger it time and time again, he gradually became indifferent, his mentality returning to peace. If it triggered, great. If not, so be it.
From outside the hut, a voice soon rang out.
"Chu Huaixu, Han Shuangjiang, where are you! Come out and see me!"
Chu Huaixu had no intention of running. He opened the door directly and saw three men in black robes standing outside the bamboo hut. The man in the lead was about 175 centimeters tall, looked a bit like Liu Chengqi, had a coiled whip at his waist, and lightning-like embroidery on the chest of his black robe.
"The Law Enforcement Team?" Chu Huaixu narrowed his eyes.
A country has its laws, and a sect has its rules. The Law Enforcement Team existed for this reason. And one of the more severe punishments in the Dao Gate was caning.
"What kind of Singaporean rules are these," Chu Huaixu thought, looking at the long whip at the man's waist.
As far as he knew, the outer sect used ordinary whips. The inner sect was a different story. See the lightning embroidered on their chests? The inner sect used lightning whips... Some Dao Gate players who particularly loved being whipped would deliberately stir up trouble, just seeking that thrill. With the pain perception turned down, it didn't hurt much but was electric, a super intense feeling that could make one erupt.
Chu Huaixu's gaze sharpened slightly, but he had actually considered that the official authorities might come.
"How should I address you, Senior Brothers?" he asked.
He had already used [Information Probe]. Three question marks popped up, which meant the other party's character level was at least 10 levels higher than his; they were proper cultivators.
"Liu Chenggong, vice-captain of the Medicine Mountain Law Enforcement Team," the man in the lead answered.
Hearing the name, Chu Huaixu felt that this person and Liu Chengqi were on the same page of the Liu clan genealogy.
Are you all from the same damn generation?
"I wonder why Captain Liu is looking for me?" he began to play dumb.
"You stirred up trouble on Medicine Mountain, violating the sect rules by fighting privately. After injuring someone, you then robbed them of their money, compounding your crimes!"
"Junior Brother Chu, take a trip with us!"