Chapter 275 — Sorcery Claims a Life
The Herdsman of the Wasteland · Page 2 of 4
"It is the Crown Prince who holds the regency now; let us see how Crown Prince Yushu handles it. " Libationer Bashan could not help feeling a headache on Ling Yushu's behalf. Since becoming Crown Prince and regent, Ling Yushu had done well enough: he had issued an edict of self-reproach and begged forgiveness of Heaven at the Altar of Heaven; whether annulling treaties or reclaiming land, continuing relief for the disaster victims, all had been handled well, and won him much goodwill. But now, surely, he had met the first hard problem of his regency.
Ban Gongcuo's gaze fell upon Shen Mu, and there was little emotion in it, as though no matter how Shen Mu pressed him or goaded him, his mind could not be shaken.
Ban Gongcuo said indifferently, "The Sect Master of the Dark Demon Cult is naturally no small talent. Perhaps there is some misunderstanding between us. If the Sect Master does not mind, tomorrow I shall set a banquet at the Jade Fragrance Pavilion in the capital to make amends to the Sect Master. What does Sect Master Shen think?
" "Good.
" Shen Mu was most free and easy. He laughed: "Those two retainers of yours were reckless beyond measure, daring to raise a hand against me; as their master, you truly ought to set a banquet and apologize.
" Ban Gongcuo's eye twitched. He turned and left. Shen Mu's gaze stayed fixed on his back, killing intent thick as a flood — yet Ban Gongcuo walked very steadily, as though he sensed nothing, felt no discomfort, except that his steps were a little disordered, so that he seemed to limp as he walked.
"This fellow.
. .
" Shen Mu drew a cold breath, feeling deeply how difficult and terrible Ban Gongcuo was.
He had provoked him again and again, even slapped his face and humiliated him before his eyes, killed his retainers — and still the man showed neither joy nor anger. And now Shen Mu's killing intent was aimed straight at him, and he could still walk so steadily, limping only slightly. Truly a terrifying figure.
Of this much he was sure: if it were a strong man like the Daozi or the Fozi, locked by Shen Mu's gaze with killing intent fixed upon his back, they would not dare move a single step; one movement would expose a flaw.
And if a man's cultivation and attainment were deeper and stronger than the Daozi's or the Fozi's, then under Shen Mu's targeting he would either limp as he walked, or retreat slowly, facing Shen Mu the whole way.
The reason for the limp was that he shifted his body to evade any possible attack from Shen Mu; he could no longer walk a straight line, and must even make his body rise and fall. Hence Ban Gongcuo's gait looked strange, as though he limped — but in truth he exposed not the slightest flaw, gave Shen Mu no opportunity at all! What was most terrible was that Ban Gongcuo limped only slightly, and not badly at all, which showed how lofty his attainment and cultivation were! Libationer Bashan came over quickly to Shen Mu's side, and saw that Shen Mu was still watching Ban Gongcuo's departing figure.
"Senior brother Bashan, you have given me a thorny job. " Shen Mu let out a breath of foul air and looked at Libationer Bashan. He said in a low voice, "This Ban Gongcuo is the most formidable man of my generation I have ever met!
More formidable than Lin Xuan the Daozi! If he is not that old monster who has reincarnated eighteen times, then he must, like me, possess a Hegemon Body!
" Libationer Bashan's face was unfriendly: "So you killed two Qiankang envoys? " Shen Mu was taken aback.
He mumbled, "Did you ever say I could not kill? Besides, out beyond the frontier, did we not kill a great many of the great shamans of the Loulan Golden Palace?
This time only two — I would say I let them off cheap. " Libationer Bashan laughed in fury: "Is it the same?