Ink Blade Chapter 46 (Part 1)
Translated by Sylver
Chapter 46 Destroying the Seat (part 1)
Chu Yan, like a flying swan, landed in front of the first seat on the stage. The Jin Yutang and the Baishan Knife Gang were fighting fiercely there. Chu Yan didn’t even look at them and walked straight to Qi Qian.
Qi Qian turned his eyes. Behind him were a group of followers from the Alliance Leader Mansion. Chu Yan, however, brought only two attendants, Mo Ren and Qiu Jun, without any other hands. In contrast, the sarcastic smile on Qi Qian’s face became even stronger.
He clasped his hands and elongated his voice in a strange tone, “Oh, this is the Jiuzhong Palace Master, truly an unparalleled genius, nice to meet you. I had a taste of the Palace Master Chu’s demeanor at the city gate that day, and today I am looking forward to a great eye-opener…”
Chu Yan sneered in his heart. He narrowed his phoenix eyes and opened his thin lips lightly, “Envoy Qi, this Palace Master is late. It was said that these seats are to be occupied by each according to their abilities?”
“Indeed.” Qi Qian smiled, pointed to the first seat on the right, and said, “With the power of Palace Master Chu, you must be vying for this top position. Unfortunately, the heroes of the Lin Yutang and the Baishan Knife Gang are not easy to deal with! Palace Master Chu…please?”
Chu Yan glanced in that direction. The two forces that were fighting - the Jin Yutang, which started as a business, and the Baishan Knife Gang, which claimed to be the number one in swordsmanship - immediately shot several wary and suspicious glances.
Chu Yan was half amused and half angry, suddenly laughed and shook his head, “Oh? The top position… ha, it’s a pity that this Master is not interested in these positions, but this Master doesn't know…”
His tone changed abruptly, becoming cold and intimidating. He kicked the seat behind Qi Qian making a “bang” dull sound, “This Master wondered if this master position - is it also up to each according to their abilities?”
Xu Fangchuan had been staring at Chu Yan since he flew onto the stage, not daring to take his eyes off him. He was extremely conflicted in his heart, hoping that Chu Yan could find a way to break the situation, but also afraid that this reckless and arrogant man would make the situation even more chaotic. At this moment, seeing him directly confront Qi Qian, he almost vomited a mouthful of blood.
This Chu Yan, actually went to provoke Qi Qian, to compete with the Alliance Leader Mansion for that master seat! Although this can indeed drag the Alliance Leader Mansion into this muddy water, to prevent him from profiting from it. But if even the master seat is contested, how will it end? It’s a mess, it’s all a mess! Could it be… is it really going to become a martial arts competition?
Qi Qian on the field, however, was not in a hurry, but laughed, as if he had expected this situation, “The Jiuzhong Palace Master is indeed well-deserved, this is natural, this is natural! The rules of the Jianghu are that the capable ones obtain it, how can this master seat be an exception? Come on.”
As he spoke, he slowly clapped his hands, three times. From behind him, a person slowly emerged.
A weird and extremely strange person.
Even though it’s clearly summer, this man was cloaked in a black cape, and there’s not a drop of sweat on his forehead.
His skin was waxen yellow, his features were the most ordinary, apart from a stiffness that didn’t seem human, no matter how one looked at him, he’s the kind of ordinary that would disappear if thrown into a crowd.
There were no visible weapons on him, nor did he have any aura, he didn’t look like a martial artist at all. His gaze was lifeless, but it seemed to hide something surging deep within.
This man stepped forward, and he’s directly facing Chu Yan.
Chu Yan’s eyes sunk, he actually sensed a hint of danger from this man in the black cape… it’s been a long time since anyone had posed such a threat to him.
Just as he was about to probe, someone next to him beat him to it.
Mo Ren took a step diagonally, quietly and firmly blocking Chu Yan, his eyes filled with a cold light, and his fighting spirit was rising. His idea was simple: Since Qi Qian hasn’t moved, how can he let the palace master take the stage himself?
It had always been, as long as he could stand, no one could stand in front of Chu Yan and provoke him.
“Hmph.” In the strange man’s wooden eyes, there seems to be a hint of disdain that was barely noticeable.
Suddenly, Mo Ren felt the air around him sink, as if he’s in a suffocatingly viscous place.
