Bamboo Suitcase Chapter 63 I Am Looking for Someone

"Brother..."

Lei Xi leaned against Lei Bo's back, her voice faint.

"Little sister, don't you worry, your brother will definitely settle this score for you!"

Lei Bo said with a cold voice, "Our Sky Drum City has never suffered such humiliation outside!"

Of course they hadn't.

Usually, when disciples of Sky Drum City traveled outside, all the demon clans would go out of their way not to offend them, bending over backward to serve them comfortably.

Upon arriving in the White Plain Kingdom, they had been stood up by An Luo. Although they had already dispatched the armored warriors in purple, Lei Xi felt it was still not enough.

As it happened, at that moment, Pu Zhuo found them and swore allegiance to Sky Drum City.

Thus, they plotted an attack against the Water Marsh.

Who was right and who was wrong?

If they were to sit down and reason it out, Sky Drum City would undoubtedly be in the wrong.

An Luo had offered the Haoran Stone as a tribute for his probing, which was one matter. Sky Drum City, accustomed to arrogance, intended to return a gift, a gesture An Luo could have anticipated.

However, he never expected that Sky Drum City's return gift would be so...

Insolent.

The purple-armored warriors were the first, and the Water Marsh was the second.

An Luo was merely late, yet they wanted to kill his sister. Was there any reason in such behavior?

Looking across the world, there was never such bullshit logic.

Furthermore, he had sent a gift, and Sky Drum City had accepted it.

Therefore, An Luo harbored a deep resentment in his heart.

When faced with Lu Yun's proposal, An Luo began to ponder.

Yet, this truly was a good opportunity. With Lu Yun present, they genuinely had a chance to deal with the four members of the Lei family in Changxing Road.

But what would the consequences be?

That soaring-realm grand demon would undoubtedly be furious.

An Luo unconsciously frowned, and suddenly a flash of inspiration struck him—he thought of his grandfather.

Why hadn't Luo Ze said a single word until now?

An Luo fell into deep thought.

Who was backing the White Plain Kingdom?

An Luo had his suspicions, which was why the throne-level grand demon had not driven things to the absolute limit, but instead sent the four Lei brothers to Changxing Road.

Luo Ze had not interfered in the matters between An Luo and the Lei family either, yet he personally guided Lu Yun and tacitly approved of Lu Yun assisting An Luo.

This was a tacit understanding between the two grand demons.

Of course, that throne-level grand demon certainly would not see it that way; the only reason he did not make a move was simply because Old Master Bai was watching.

It was just that simple.

"Leave a margin in everything you do, so you can still meet cordially in the future."

An Luo suddenly spoke, "We cannot kill them, we only need to make them feel the pain."

***

Lu Yun shrugged indifferently.

"It's all the same to me."

***

"Why didn't you go and meet him?"

Luo Ze opened his eyes from meditation and looked at Deyue, who had suddenly appeared in the secret chamber.

Lady Deyue smiled and said, "To meet or not to meet makes no difference, so it's better not to meet at all."

"I can't figure you out," Luo Ze sighed. "You're here to bid farewell, aren't you? It's about time."

Deyue nodded. "I can't delay any longer. Messages have already arrived from Qianjing City, and several countries near the White Plain Kingdom are beginning to eye us covetously. If a war breaks out and territorial disputes arise, the probability of my ascending will become even slimmer."

Luo Ze raised his hand, and a miniature jade sword slowly materialized in front of Deyue.

"During this period, you have killed quite a few people both openly and covertly, which is the only reason Changxing Road has become much quieter. Consider this jade sword a return gift."

Deyue did not refuse. She accepted the jade sword and finally confirmed with Luo Ze, "Are you sure you don't want me to keep watch? Aren't you afraid something might happen to these two together?"

Luo Ze smiled and shook his head. "That brat An Luo usually thinks he's very clever, but he often fails to realize his own shortcomings. It's rare for him to step outside the game and look at the big picture today, so I couldn't be happier."

From a long time ago, Luo Ze had noticed this grandson's fatal flaw.

That was, his nerves were simply too tense.

If you let him watch the play from the sidelines, he could analyze things logically and eloquently; but the moment you put him on stage, his movements would freeze up from nervousness.

That was why An Luo had asked Lu Yun to write a letter to Yuan Mo, urging Yuan Mo not to bestow a marriage upon the Water Marsh.

From Luo Ze's perspective, what An Luo did here was completely wrong.

An Luo should have spoken openly and generously with Yuan Mo instead of having Lu Yun write a letter.

An Luo thought Yuan Mo wouldn't change his mind, but in reality, quite the opposite was true. Yuan Mo would have gladly agreed because he needed Luo Ze to come to Changxing Road to divert attention away from Deyue, while conveniently clearing out some rebels of the Changxing Kingdom.

Once An Luo had Lu Yun write that letter, however, the whole matter tasted differently.

Originally, it was a matter of a sovereign and his ministers being like family: I understand your difficulties, and you understand mine.

Now look at it—it had turned into a debt of mine.

How could an emperor possibly owe a subject a debt of cosmic proportions?

How was he supposed to repay that?

Luo Ze gently tapped his own knee.

Fortunately, that brat An Luo reacted in time and asked Yuan Mo for a precious Haoran Stone.

"I only hope that after I leave, that brat An Luo won't do anything foolish..."

Luo Ze murmured, "Regardless of whether I succeed or not, in the future, I ask you to look after An Luo."

Deyue remained silent. She merely bowed and paid her respects solemnly to Luo Ze.

***

"Why are you relentlessly hounding me?!"

The Scribe Wuming looked back at the large-sideburned martial hero and cursed angrily, "Did I dig up your ancestors' graves or something?!"

The large-sideburned martial hero—who was none other than Liu Cha on his way to the Hundred Thousand Mountains—did not stop his pace, maintaining a distance neither too close nor too far from the Scribe.

The Scribe was driving himself mad.

How could he be so utterly unlucky?!

Losing the Nine Lamps Disk in the Hundred Thousand Mountains was one thing, but the moment he came out, he ran straight into this large-sideburned martial hero.

The two had merely exchanged a glance at the time, and the Scribe had immediately sensed danger and quickened his pace. Yet when he turned around again, he found Liu Cha still right behind him.

He couldn't beat him, and he couldn't outrun him. The Scribe was truly helpless at this point.

Finally, the Scribe stopped in his tracks and refused to run any further.

He roared at Liu Cha, "What on earth do you want? Come on then, I'm not running anymore! I want to see what you actually want!"

Liu Cha stopped his pace, instantly drew his sword, and slashed forward with all his might.

The Scribe leaped up instantly, dodging the sword beam, and without another word, turned around and continued running away.

A scene like this had actually repeated several times already.

Liu Cha didn't speak a word, merely torturing the Scribe in this fashion.

The Scribe was nearly losing his mind. If there were a mirror reflecting his face, his glabella would undoubtedly be pitch-black and dripping with gloom.

Suddenly, Liu Cha halted his steps.

Feeling Liu Cha's aura receding further and further into the distance, the Scribe wore an ecstatic expression.

Finally, finally...

He had finally shaken him off!

Yet at that exact moment, a figure appeared right in front of the Scribe.

The Scribe froze. Sensing no dangerous aura from the person, and being desperate to escape Liu Cha, he snapped at the figure, "Get the hell out of my way!"

The person asked in a cold voice, "Who are you talking to?"

Before the Scribe could even react, a sword qi came rushing straight at his face.

I'm going to die...

The Scribe stood frozen in place, forgetting even to dodge.

I'm definitely going to die...

At that moment, Liu Cha suddenly appeared, grabbed the Scribe by the collar, and jerked him violently to the side, narrowly dodging the lethal sword qi.

"What happened?"

Liu Cha looked at the person and asked with a frown.

Why?

Having clearly reached the soaring realm, having clearly returned to the Sword Qi Great Wall, why return to the Barbaric World?

"I am looking for someone named Lu Yun."

Dong San更 asked, "Have you seen him?"