Chapter 0261 – Devil’s Shadow Dao Protector Line – Absolute Return

by GreatBrother(위대한 다오 형제)

"The sub altar master can meet whenever he wants, it’s just a routine visit anyway. However, your martial arts need to take the time to improve. If a sword qi were to fly behind you right now, would you be able to block it? So, show your martial arts quickly!"

Number Two didn’t dare to delay any longer and hurriedly started practicing. I also pointed out the areas he needed to improve on, as well as the direction of his future cultivation, just as I had instructed Red Flame.

In this way, I instructed all the guards in their martial arts. It didn’t take too much time, as I only had to look at them once to find out what the problems were.

I could feel their excitement. After all, this was something they had never been exposed to before, guidance from a master. For these young people who are still in the learning stage, every word from me is precious, and it can even be said that as long as they comprehend it by heart, they will be able to advance by leaps and bounds.

"Many thanks for the Young Preceptor’s guidance, my subordinate will definitely work harder in the future to live up to your expectations!"

This time, I’m not teaching them how to "stay alive", but how to become stronger.

As night fell, I instructed the night group of guards in the same way.

The third day after leaving the General Forum.

"Rumble–"

Accompanied by deafening thunder, pouring rain poured down. The rain was so heavy that even the carriages had difficulty continuing their journey.

"Young Sect Master, the rain is too heavy, we need to take shelter for a moment." Red Flame said.

The carriage stopped under a huge tree, and the guards braved the rain to surround the carriage.

"Don’t get wet, all of you, get in the wagon." I said to them.

"The subordinate and others are not in the way."

"That’s an order."

Red Flame wanted to persuade me further, but in the end, he couldn’t argue with me and led the guards into the carriage.

Although six people poured in at once, the carriage was very spacious, and it was still more than enough for us to sit facing each other. I handed them clean cloth towels and said, "There is no need to be formal, don’t worry about me, feel free to enjoy the rainy scenery outside the window."

I used the Samadhi Flame to boil the water in the kettle and made a pot of hot tea for them. When the crowd saw this, they all looked surprised.

"Thank you, Young Preceptor!"

They were still in awe of me and didn’t dare to be too casual. This was evident from the way they looked out the window, they were all deliberately avoiding my gaze and looking to the window on the other side.

We just sat quietly, sipping fragrant tea and enjoying the heavy rain outside the window.

"Whoa-"

The rain poured down, hitting the carriages, making a burst of sound. At this moment, my heart actually gave birth to a different kind of tranquility and peace of mind. With those old monsters who have lived for hundreds of years to fight for a long time, occasionally with these young people to get along, but also a different flavor.

Red Flame hesitated for a moment and spoke, "Subordinate and the others were supposed to be protecting the Young Sect Master, but now it seems that we’re the ones being taken care of by you instead."

I smiled and asked, "With your strength, it’s not difficult to join other forces, so why did you choose to become guards of the Heavenly Demon Hall?"

Red Flame replied without thinking, "My subordinate has aspired to become a guard since I was a child, and whenever I see those guards who guard others, my heart is filled with admiration. I believe that guarding others is an incomparably honorable thing to do."

"Is it still considered so?"

This time, Red Flame’s reply was no longer as swift as before, and he was silent for a moment before slowly saying, "Yes."

I secretly said in my heart that perhaps it was because of the injury to his eyes that made him have a slight waver in his choice. After all, the job of an escort is not only hard work, but it also comes with great risks, and one may even die as a result.

That’s when my eyes met with number three. He was the most mild-mannered of the daytime group.

"What about you?" I asked.

"My subordinate believes that he is better at guarding than killing." Three replied.

"What is the ‘gift of guardianship’?"

"I feel that guarding others doesn’t bore me, perhaps because I’m a bit of an introvert."

At this time, Nine suddenly interjected, "My subordinate chose to become a guard because the job is relatively safer, and my subordinate still wants to live a few years in peace."

The crowd couldn’t help but laugh at his words, clearly having heard it many times before. It seemed that Nine was a guy who liked to liven up the atmosphere.

I said in my heart that if the Sect Leader were here, he would never say such words. He has dedicated his entire life to the Heavenly Demon God Sect and has never wanted to live in peace.

But it is undeniable that these young people do think differently from the older generation. I do not think that they lack a sense of responsibility, nor do I think that the Godfather’s ideas are too pedantic, it is just that times are changing and people’s thinking is also changing.

Just as I was thinking about it, the rain outside the window tapered off.

As if he had expected it, Red Flame spoke, "Young Sect Master, the rain has stopped, let’s continue our journey."

Just as the crowd was about to get off the bus, I suddenly asked, "Is there anyone from Hunan among you?"

The people all stared at each other in disbelief.

"No?"

At this point, number three, who had previously said he was "better at guarding," stepped forward.

"Reporting to the Young Preceptor, my subordinate is from Hunan."

"Do you have any parents at home?"

"Back to the Young Preceptor, my mother is still alive and living alone."

"How long has it been since I’ve seen the old man?"

"Back to the Young Preceptor, it’s been about three years."

"In that case, let’s take a detour."

Number Three was shocked at his words and quickly waved his hand, "How can this be? My subordinate is on a mission, how can I go AWOL?"

"There is no harm in arriving at the branch altar a few days later, the branch altar master is not an important person anyway. But your mother must be very much in your thoughts, since we are passing by, how can we not see you? This is not a request, it’s an order, depart!"

With that, the wagon turned around and headed towards Three’s hometown.

I am well aware that every corner of this vast Central Plains plays out a different story, full of intrigue and intrigue, where the ugliness of human nature is on full display. I also know how many martial artists have lost themselves in the pursuit of power.

But my jianghu is not only fighting and killing, nor is it only about deceit. My jianghu, is the wind flow tavern and Zhao Chunpei in the wine, is to protect the third home mother’s voice and smile. This is how I do not lose myself in the jianghu.

The rain cleared, the sky was blue, and the carriage carried us along.

It was getting closer and closer to Number Three’s hometown, but the carriage suddenly slowed down. I lifted the curtain, only to see a carriage by the roadside overturned on the ground, its body in tatters, with spots of blood and traces of a fierce fight remaining on the ground.

Red Flame’s voice came from outside, "Subordinate went forward to check the situation."

Number Two went up to the nearby villagers and learned what had happened.

"Reporting back to the Young Sect Master, a few days ago, the dart silver of the First Dart Bureau of Hunan met robbers in this place, and the head dartman, the dart master, as well as the trippers were killed and injured."

"The No. 1 Dart Bureau in Hunan? That’s the biggest dart board in the area, right?"

"Exactly."

Generally speaking, jianghu people will not easily rob the dart board, especially like the first dart board in Hunan Province, such a big dart board, but also no one dares to mess with. Because there are often intricate power relations behind the dart board, once they are targeted by them, the consequences are unimaginable.

It seems that this time it is not simple.

Of course, this has nothing to do with us, and I was about to let Red Flame continue on his way when I suddenly remembered something.

“Wait,” I said to Red Flame, “pick up the pace, we’re going to Feng Shui Villa!”

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