Chapter 111: Baishi!

That’s it?

That’s it!

Guo Rang chewed over Ding Xie’s words.

The next moment, boom!

A loud explosion went off in his head, like a rampaging thunderclap.

He stared at Ding Xie, his feet stumbling back repeatedly.

“Bro… Brother, you want to recreate the world?”

His voice stuttered as he spoke. Guo Rang stared at Ding Xie without blinking, striving not to miss even the slightest expression on Ding Xie’s face.

Then, he saw Ding Xie’s indifference.

His expression was indifferent.

His tone was even more indifferent.

“I can’t recreate it.

I lack the ability.”

Ding Xie spoke frankly.

Guo Rang was puzzled.

“Then what does Brother intend to do?”

Ding Xie grinned.

“Kill people!”

Hiss!

Guo Rang sucked in a breath of cold air.

Killing people wasn’t as simple as hosting a dinner party.

Killing three thousand people was an even bigger deal.

Killing three thousand elite soldiers of the Pseudo-Dynasty… he was afraid the sky would be poked through!

“Brother, Brother—”

Guo Rang repeated the words several times without finishing a complete sentence, while Leng Wa curled his lip to the side.

“With this kind of pathetic display, you still want to be my Master?

You’d better go eat a bowl of three-in-one noodles and go to sleep.

My Elder Brother knows I can’t stand this rotten world, so he’s clearing the obstacles for me. Before, My Elder Brother always wanted Ten Mile Slope to be called Dongjia Town.”

Listening to Leng Wa’s words, Guo Rang, whose heart was gradually calming down, frowned.

No!

He couldn’t let his disciple look down on him.

He had to take action.

Someone from the White Lotus Sect had contacted him before.

He had ignored them.

Now, he could give it a try.

There were also the Nian Army and the remnants of the Taiping Rebellion.

Right!

He could also contact the Eight Trigrams Sect and the Red Lantern Society.

Thinking of this, Guo Rang spoke up.

“Neither Dongjia Town nor Dingjia Town is good.

The names aren’t prestigious enough. Why not call it World City!

Named after Heaven, protecting the world—”

“No good! No good!

Too hypocritical!

Call it Xietian City!

The ‘Xie’ from Ding Xie, and the ‘Tian’ from Tianbao.”

Leng Wa interrupted Guo Rang and stated directly.

“Wouldn’t Tianxie flow better?”

Guo Rang offered his opinion again.

“I’ll be damned!

My Elder Brother’s name must be in front of mine!”

Leng Wa glared, clearly refusing to yield an inch.

Guo Rang, however, wasn’t annoyed in the slightest and began to present facts and reason.

Ding Xie, meanwhile, sipped his sacrificial soup slowly while watching the two of them.

He had never studied statecraft.

Nor did he understand strategic planning.

He only knew how to kill.

After the killing, there would be ruins and broken walls.

Someone had to clean up the mess, right?

Ding Xie had his eye on Leng Wa.

Though Leng Wa was young, he had traveled far and wide and was meticulous. With a Great Wanderer like Guo Rang around, governing a town would be feasible.

Once they gradually adapted, they could expand the scope bit by bit.

In the end, Guo Rang could not win the argument against Leng Wa.

Presenting facts and reasoning was useless.

Leng Wa was stubborn as a mule.

No matter what you said, he treated it like a breeze blowing over a mountain ridge.

Guo Rang’s temples throbbed with anger, but he couldn’t bring himself to scold his disciple.

Xietian City was established.

Under a dilapidated flagpole.

Beside a pot of whole lamb soup.

Leng Wa took out the remaining shaojiu.

He filled his and Ding Xie’s bowls.

The little bit that was left, he poured for Guo Rang.

Guo Rang happily picked up his wine bowl and walked to the side—the Great Wanderer knew his disciple had things to say to Ding Xie. For the sake of the half-bowl of wine his disciple had offered him, he wouldn’t interfere.

However, to Guo Rang’s surprise…

Leng Wa didn’t say a word.

He just raised his wine bowl.

Ding Xie smiled, and his wine bowl was already in front of Leng Wa’s.

The bowls clinked lightly, and they drained them in one go.

A bowl of shaojiu, three parts sorrow of parting.

Maybe, perhaps this was the Jianghu?

Leng Wa didn’t quite understand the Jianghu, let alone what ‘the world’ meant.

He only knew his Brother had saved him and was truly good to him.

Therefore, this place couldn’t be called World City.

It could only be called Xietian City.

“Brother, can I really break this rotten world?”

Leng Wa’s cheeks were flushed red, and his eyes were narrowed.

“Since you can ask that, it’s already considered broken.”

Ding Xie’s expression was as usual. He poured another bowl for Leng Wa, but he himself picked up the sacrificial soup again.

“But… but—”

How should I do it?

Every time I think of Granny Wu and the Li family’s little kid, my heart feels so tight it’s hard to breathe.

But, I don’t know how to do it.”

Tears began to flow from Leng Wa’s eyes in his distress.

Looking at the weeping Leng Wa, Ding Xie said softly—

“Widespread laments and a city full of blood, all for the single thought of saving the common people.

For the sake of sacrifice, one has great aspirations, daring to command the sun and moon to bring a new day.”

After speaking, Ding Xie raised his hand to wipe the tears from the corners of Leng Wa’s eyes, then pointed his finger at Leng Wa’s heart.

His fingertip felt the heartbeat.

Leng Wa had a heart.

That heart was beating.

It was warm.

“Remember this feeling.

It is your anchor.

And then?

I will go and smash this rotten world, and you will go and mend it.”

With those words, Ding Xie flipped onto his horse.

The old horse raised its four hooves and was out of the Fort in an instant.

Leng Wa rushed back home.

When he reappeared, a drum was hanging at his waist.

He climbed onto the wall, watched Ding Xie’s receding back, kicked his legs, and struck the drum at his waist.

Dong! Dong! Dong!

The drum sounded like thunder, each beat louder than the last.

Leng Wa knew how to play the drum.

His father had taught him.

The drum was also left by his father.

His father had taught him many techniques, but at this moment, Leng Wa threw them all to the back of his mind. He just beat it with all his might, striking up and down with brute strength.

But, it sounded exceptionally good.

Because it was loud and clear.

Even louder was the shout Leng Wa suddenly let out: “Start by killing eight million, blood flows into rivers and corpses pile into mountains!”

The old horse was extremely fast.

Ten Mile Slope behind them vanished in an instant.

But that heroic and rugged shout could still be heard.

Also heard were undisguised footsteps.

It was Guo Rang.

Without his blade, Guo Rang, who had come flying at a fast pace, stood before the old horse.

“Brother.”

Guo Rang cupped his fists in greeting again.

It wasn’t as sincere as when they were in Ten Mile Slope; there was an added touch of testing.

“What I said was true.”

Ding Xie was straightforward.

“My coming here is also true.”

Guo Rang immediately breathed a sigh of relief.

Then, Guo Rang cupped his fists once more.

This time, the sincerity was there.

“We need to talk.”

Guo Rang said.

Ding Xie shook his head.

“No need to talk, you guys handle it.

I trust Tianbao.”

Ding Xie gave his answer.

“I also trust Tianbao.”

Guo Rang cupped his fists yet again.

This time, the gesture was exactly the same as it had been inside Ten Mile Slope.

Sincere, and without probing.

Without another word, Guo Rang moved out of the way.

Ding Xie lightly patted the old horse.

The old horse raised its hooves again.

And behind the old horse, a small team of people appeared.

They were all wanderers.

They had followed on Guo Rang’s instructions, mainly responsible for passing messages and cleaning up after him.

Ding Xie noticed them immediately.

But he didn’t drive them away.

Not only did he truly need these wanderers to help pass messages.

But this was also the mutual sincerity he and Guo Rang were showing each other.

Cooperation was never that simple.

The only simple one was Leng Wa.

The rest?

It required being ground down through matter after matter.

In fact, even after going through that process, 100% trust was impossible.

This was reality.

Ding Xie and Guo Rang didn’t want Leng Wa to be tainted by these things too early.

They chose a more suitable way.

Of course, if it wasn’t suitable.

Ding Xie would just find another partner.

It wasn’t as if he hadn’t killed before.

He would just kill them.

Fortunately, Guo Rang did a fairly good job.

In less than three days, news had reached both the underworld and the authorities of the thirteen provinces.

The 【nine dragons cup】 had appeared!

Immediately, the world was shaken.

On the morning of the fifth day, someone blocked Ding Xie’s path.

“Hand over the 【nine dragons cup】, I am—”

Bang!

Ding Xie galloped past.

The person blocking the road was sent flying, and upon landing, was crushed by the old horse’s hooves.

Ding Xie didn’t even spare a glance; his gaze was fixed straight ahead.

There was Baishi Town.

There—

The army was arrayed!