Chapter 34: Arrogance!

Zhang Yian had disguised himself, once again wearing a fake mustache and sunglasses.

Wooden crutches were tucked under his armpits, and his legs were wrapped in bandages that gave off a thick scent of medicine.

Of course, that wasn’t the most important thing.

The most important thing was the white porcelain bottle in Zhang Yian’s hand.

When that familiar medicinal scent drifted into his nostrils, a burning sensation rose once again.

The ziwei xia pill!

Instantly, Ding Xie confirmed what was inside the porcelain bottle.

Then, a look of doubt surfaced in his eyes as he looked at Zhang Yian.

“I got this from my Junior Martial Uncle.”

“It’s to apologize to you, Big Brother Yao.”

“Before… my Junior Martial Uncle used it to set a trap for you, Big Brother Yao.”

“I’m sorry, Big Brother Yao!”

Zhang Yian explained in a low voice, stuttering slightly, and his young face showed embarrassment and apprehension.

Then, he handed the porcelain bottle to Ding Xie.

Ding Xie did not refuse.

Because he truly needed the ziwei xia pill.

Moreover, he believed that Zhang Yian’s ‘getting’ it was also tacitly permitted by that Junior Martial Uncle; otherwise, with Zhang Yian’s current state, how could he possibly have gotten it?

And the old Daoist’s tacit permission?

It must be that the events of the past three days caused the other party to reconsider and choose a more subtle approach.

As for giving up on the idea?

Impossible.

That old Daoist was not like the Zhang Yian before him.

Even if he really wanted to give up, he would have shown that ‘the gift is small but the sentiment is deep’ and would definitely not have brought out a precious medicine like the ziwei xia pill again.

Seeing Ding Xie take the ziwei xia pill, a smile appeared on Zhang Yian’s face.

“Big Brother Yao, I’m currently staying at the paper effigy shop on East Temple Street.”

“If you need anything, go there to find me.”

“I have to get back quickly, otherwise Junior Martial Uncle will find out.”

After saying that, Zhang Yian waved to Yao Zhen, turned around, and walked away quickly.

Ding Xie watched Zhang Yian’s back disappear at the stairs. He didn’t close the door immediately, but instead turned his gaze to the other side of the corridor—there, an old Daoist with messy hair held in place by a chopstick, wearing a patched grey cloth Daoist robe, was stepping out from the shadows.

Facing Ding Xie’s gaze, the old Daoist walked over with an unfazed expression.

“Shall we talk?”

As the old Daoist spoke, he flipped his palm.

A white porcelain bottle appeared in his palm.

Undoubtedly, the porcelain bottle still contained a ziwei xia pill.

However, Ding Xie did not step aside.

Instead, he shook his head.

“Not enough!”

“Is this and this together enough?”

The old Daoist pulled out a handgun with his other hand. He wasn’t gripping the gun but had it lying flat on his palm, side-by-side with the white porcelain bottle in front of Ding Xie.

“Not enough!”

Ding Xie still shook his head.

“Then adding this, is it enough?”

The old Daoist shook his sleeve, and a silver dollar slid from his sleeve into his palm.

This time, Ding Xie didn’t even respond.

“Young man, don’t be too greedy!”

The old Daoist immediately glared, his beard bristling.

“I am only taking what I deserve.”

Ding Xie’s tone was calm.

“Do you even know what I’m asking you to do?”

The old Daoist narrowed his eyes.

“I don’t know.”

Ding Xie shook his head truthfully.

“Then you dare to open your mouth so wide?”

The old Daoist asked back.

“Because you gave too much right from the start.”

Ding Xie’s tone remained calm, and his expression didn’t even change, while the old Daoist was huffing and puffing, muttering repeatedly.

“Are young people nowadays all this cunning?

Wasn’t giving you the ziwei xia pill upfront a sign of sincerity?

Besides, I’m providing you with ammunition and money, and you don’t even ask how much before saying it’s not enough?”

“I don’t lack money, nor do I lack ammunition.”

Ding Xie’s answer made the old Daoist roll his eyes in anger.

This was not a lie.

Not to mention the Sihai Tobacco House, the Gao Family Bank and Li’s Pawnshop alone had provided Ding Xie with another 3,000 silver dollars, 60 small gold bars, and a small amount of firearms and ammunition; though old, they were all usable.

And that foreign Advanced police officer had not only provided Ding Xie with 300 silver dollars and 10 small gold bars but also a well-maintained MK1-G and a box of 50 rounds of.45 caliber revolver ammunition.

So, Ding Xie truly did not lack money or ammunition.

Upon hearing Ding Xie’s words, the old Daoist narrowed his eyes.

“It really was your doing?”

Ding Xie did not answer, but the fierce light that rose in his eyes made the old Daoist shrink his neck.

“Alright, alright, alright!

This old Daoist has no intention of prying into your business, it was just a slip of the tongue.

I’m here to make a deal with you, using the Legacy of the Junfeng Mountain Iron Temple in exchange for you protecting my martial nephew’s safety for three days!”

Mentioning his own Legacy, the old Daoist looked completely confident.

It was as if Ding Xie would definitely agree.

However, after the words fell and he saw Ding Xie still unmoved, the old Daoist immediately began to lose his composure.

“Does the younger generation walking the Jianghu nowadays have no one to guide them?

Maybe you haven’t heard of the Iron Temple, so let me put it another way—

The Shenxiao Visualization Method of the Ziyun Palace in the Bixuan Grotto-Heaven of Junfeng Mountain!

You must have heard of this, right?”

Facing the old Daoist’s expectations, Ding Xie shook his head once more, but he stepped aside to make way.

It wasn’t that he agreed.

But because someone was taking the lift up to the second floor.

The old Daoist heard it too.

Immediately, he stepped into the room, but his mouth kept muttering.

“Declined! It’s really declined!

Once the Dragon was slain, heaven and earth were severed.

The Shenxiao thunder strikes, yet no one knows.”

Ding Xie ignored the old Daoist’s rambling, closed the door, and upon confirming that the visitor was heading toward Room 303, he immediately gave the old Daoist a look.

The old Daoist promptly climbed out the window.

Just as the window closed, there was a knock on the door of Room 303.

Knock, knock-knock!

“Hello?”

After three knocks, Ding Xie opened the door and looked with a face full of doubt at the man who was clearly not a waiter.

The other party was in a sharp suit, with a high nose bridge, blue eyes, and was holding a white handkerchief.

The moment Ding Xie opened the door, the other party immediately took a step back and covered his nose and mouth with the handkerchief.

Ding Xie was not surprised by this.

Starting from the first day after that night, people had been knocking on his door one after another.

They were all arrogant Imperial People.

Whether they were police, businessmen, or soldiers claiming to be detectives, upon seeing him, they all looked as if breathing the same air as him would make them sick.

And what they asked about was all regarding the party that night.

As he claimed to know nothing about anything.

Immediately, the frequency of the questioning began to drop rapidly.

There was no probing to the bottom, nor any follow-up questions.

Everything was just as Ding Xie had expected.

Dead people weren’t important.

Even if the dead were prominent in life, it was the same.

And today was the evening of the third day, and this visitor was the first one.

“I’ve said it before, I don’t know.

At that time, it was raining heavily, and I was exhausted from the day’s events, so I fell asleep very quickly.”

Ding Xie spoke the fabricated words he had long since memorized, his expression carrying the helplessness of being repeatedly disturbed.

“No, no, no.

I’m not here to ask about those things.

I’m here to notify you.”

The visitor waved his hand and spoke faster, his voice full of impatience.

“Tonight, a memorial ceremony is about to be held in Gripes Bar.

To ensure the ceremony goes smoothly, I’m here to notify you to please leave.”

At this point, the other party paused, as if afraid Ding Xie wouldn’t understand, and immediately explained in even more blunt words—

“No Chinese or dogs allowed!”