Red Heart Patrols the Sky - Chapter 370 - Yuli Square

Chapter 370 - Yuli Square

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Chapter 370 of "Red Heart Patrols the Sky" begins revealing surprises: The two of them had almost made their rounds through the entire Yulifang.The address in... Read on to find out!

The two of them had almost made their rounds through the entire Yulifang.The address in the intelligence report seemed inaccurate—it pointed to the most dilapidated hut at the very end of the fourth alley to the north of Yulifang.

Inside, there was only an old man on the brink of death, who could not possibly be Xu Fang by any means.

Since he had never met Xu Fang before, Jiang Wang had no lead to start with for his sole trace-finding Dao Technique, Reminiscence.

It was the same with Zhongxuan Sheng.

He had become accustomed to crushing everything with Heavy Technique.

“Is the intelligence reliable?” Jiang Wang couldn’t help asking.

“The job was done by Uncle Seven Fingers, who is a former military scout and an old subordinate of my uncle’s.

It shouldn’t be wrong,” Zhongxuan Sheng replied, suddenly slapping his forehead, “Having small eyes just isn’t right; I underestimated him!”

He was good at self-criticism, so much so that there were many times when Jiang Wang found no way to mock him.

Call him fat, remark on his small eyes—he simply didn’t care, and he himself mentioned it far more often than others did.

“You mean to say…”

“Although Xu Fang is already crippled, his vision remains intact.

It’s possible he noticed someone was investigating him…but that’s a good thing!”

It meant he still had will and thoughts, and of course, that was a good thing.

Zhongxuan Sheng walked back to find the same hut, where the old man was still curled up inside.

After shaking him and waiting a good while, the old man finally opened his eyes.

“Where’s the person who was living here before?” Zhongxuan Sheng asked.

In the dense maze of wrinkles, it was difficult to discern whether it was dirt or age spots.

That pair of clouded eyes just stared at Zhongxuan Sheng, motionless, showing no intent to speak.

The term “lifelessness” was the most apt description.

It made no difference whether they killed him or let him live like this.

Dead or alive, there was no difference.

All methods based on human desires and nature would be of little effect on such a person.

“Interesting,” Zhongxuan Sheng remarked, nodding his head.

Then he turned and walked out.

He casually woke up a Beggar who was sound asleep in a corner of the wall and asked bluntly, “Do you want a pancake?”

The response was the sound of a growling stomach.

Zhongxuan Sheng turned and pointed, “Where is the person who used to live in that hut?

Find him for me, and you’ll have pancakes for life.”

The Beggar’s eyes darted around, but he made no move.

Clearly, he did not believe it.

Though starving, he’d had enough of the nobles’ lies and mockery.

Some anger flashed in Zhongxuan Sheng’s eyes, but he did nothing.

With his status, he was far from stooping to quarrel with these people.

“Building trust doesn’t seem to be that easy,” he said, sighing as he looked at Jiang Wang.

Jiang Wang stepped forward and said to the Beggar, “Stand up, I’ll give you a gold bar.”

The Beggar remained utterly indifferent.

Clang!

Longsword unsheathed, Jiang Wang pointed his blade at him, its cold light flickering subtly, “Stand up, or I’ll cut off your legs.”

The murderous intent was so real.

The Beggar jumped to his feet in a jolt.

Jiang Wang resheathed his sword, taking out a gold bar and placing it in the Beggar’s hand, “It’s yours.”

The Beggar stood there, dumbfounded, not yet grasping the situation.

Jiang Wang said calmly, “You may test its authenticity.”

Only then did the Beggar seem to awaken from a large dream, biting it with his teeth.

“Now, help me find the person I’m looking for.

Find him, and you’ll get another bar.

I don’t care about the gold; I care whether the words I’ve spoken can be fulfilled,” Jiang Wang stated.

Without another word, the Beggar took off running.

Zhongxuan Sheng clicked his tongue in wonder, “Becoming a lord has made you much smarter!”

Jiang Wang cast him a glance, “You’re smarter than I am, but you’re also much more impatient!”

Indeed, how could he not be impatient!

With only a short year left, under the supervision of Wang Yiwu, he had to topple the influence of Zhongxuan Zun.

It was almost as fanciful as a wild tale.

Appearing as if hosting a grand feast from dawn to dusk, showing utter composure.

Yet inside, he was burning with urgency.

After expending an incalculable cost, he had finally managed to temporarily remove Zhongxuan Zun from the game.

However, he had never truly defeated Zhongxuan Zun!

A year later, Zhongxuan Zun made a powerful return, destined to sweep away all obstacles like a force of nature.

Under Jixuegong is known as the Dragon’s Gate of Qi Territory, and Zhongxuan Zun was a “dragon” in his own right!

“Aren’t you in a hurry?” Zhongxuan Sheng asked.

“Of course, I am.

But I have done everything within the limits of my ability.

Beyond that, there’s no use hurrying.”

“Your temperament really is that of a Dao Technique cultivator,” Zhongxuan Sheng said.

“People praised me like that even when I was so small I could only lift a wooden sword.

It’s not such a rare compliment,” Jiang Wang said indifferently, “Aren’t you going to chase after Xu Fang?”

Zhongxuan Sheng laughed and walked away, but his steps were not fast.

If Xu Fang really had gone into hiding, if he truly still pondered over this world, then he must have known that he couldn’t escape the pervasive, ghostly eyes that roamed here.

He hadn’t gone far down the alleys when he heard a strange noise.

“Who’s there?”

Zhongxuan Sheng turned around and saw a dark figure dart out of a corner and run away.

The deliberately made noise was a bit too obvious, but Zhongxuan Sheng didn’t care.

He reached out, and that invisible yet substantiably force “pulled” the shadow toward him.

The man’s hair hung messy over his face, which was so filthy it was unclear what he looked like.

Clad in tatters, his body emitted a sour stench.

But his eyes were still lively.

Being pulled in front of Zhongxuan Sheng, he didn’t panic or scream, but instead asked hoarsely, “From the Zhong Xuan Family?”

There was no need to ask who else it could be.

Apart from Xu Fang, who else could recognize Heavy Technique?

Zhongxuan Sheng loosened his grip, allowing him to stumble in front of him: “Mister Xu, you’ve made me search hard for you.”

“Heh.” Xu Fang jested twice, using his hand to move his disheveled hair aside, “Do I look like a mister to you?”

His voice was rough and hoarse, unpleasant enough to make one frown.

Zhongxuan Sheng spoke with his hands behind his back, “If I’m willing to consider you as such, then you are.

Even if you don’t look the part!”

“No matter what problem you’ve gone through such hardships for, you’ve got the wrong person,” Xu Fang said with drooping eyelids, his speech devoid of any ripples, “Right now, I’m just waiting to die, there’s nothing I can do.”

He indeed seemed to have a heart like dead ashes.

Zhongxuan Sheng, however, asked with undisturbed coldness, “Then why aren’t you dead yet?”

He should have died long ago, yet he hadn’t died.

Better off dead, yet unwilling to die.

Naturally, it was because there was resentment in his heart, hate in his soul!

“You can’t help me, and I can’t help you,” said Xu Fang, “I am now a cripple.”

I am a cripple, so you can’t help me.

I am a cripple, so I can’t help you.

The despair in these words was something anyone could understand.

“You were indeed a cripple before, but not so much now.

Because I am someone who can make even trash useful,” Zhongxuan Sheng said.

Xu Fang said he ‘was now a cripple,’ which meant that before his current situation, he hadn’t always been a cripple.

That was the little dignity he reserved for himself.

But Zhongxuan Sheng mercilessly trampled on it.

“You are cruel,” said Xu Fang.

“That’s why you should have a bit of faith in me,” Zhongxuan Sheng said.

Xu Fang let out a dry howl, a sound that was neither laughing nor crying, then stopped himself as if afraid to alarm anyone.

Not long after leaving Yulifang, Jiang Wang had a thought, told Zhongxuan Sheng and Xu Fang to wait, and turned back alone.

When he found the Beggar, the man recoiled sharply, watching him with extreme wariness.

Fearing that he had broken his word to come snatch the gold back.

Jiang Wang looked at him and said, “I came back specifically to give you a piece of advice.

Turn in the gold, and you could live a decent life for a while.

Otherwise…

you will die.”

Compassion was something no one in Yulifang believed in.

Yet this unusually clean young man seemed so different.

After a moment, the Beggar scrambled before him, continuously kowtowing, “Please take me with you, my lord, I’ll follow you!

I’m willing to do anything!”

However.

Jiang Wang shook his head and turned to leave the place.

“The world is cruel.

You’re of no use.”

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