Chapter 125: A Moment of Utter Mortification

Chapter 125: A Moment of Utter Humiliation

Xie Xiaofeng finally snapped out of it. He looked at Murong Qiudi, who was burning with shame and fury, and then at Zheng Jian, who was standing there, stunned and wide-eyed.

With a shrill, miserable cry of "Awoo!", he grabbed his trousers with both hands and bolted toward the depths of the alley without looking back.

No matter how mortified Murong Qiudi felt, she had no choice but to chase after him; she was now terrified of what else Xie Xiaofeng might do in his state.

Zheng Jian casually pulled out a silver ingot and tossed it to the furious old woman in the courtyard. "My apologies, madam. Please use this to repair your wall."

The old woman’s anger gradually dissipated, replaced by a mixture of shyness and a hint of pleasant surprise.

With that, Zheng Jian followed after the others.

It wasn't until they were well outside the small town that Xie Xiaofeng stopped. The humiliation he had just suffered had left him with deep psychological trauma.

"Hahahaha, oh, I can't breathe..."

Zheng Jian caught up to Xie Xiaofeng and burst into uncontrollable, unabashed laughter.

"Shocking news! The Third Young Master of Sword Manor possesses such immense internal energy that he can topple a brick wall with a single stream of urine! Hahahahahaha!"

Xie Xiaofeng’s sense of shame and indignation was beyond words. Though he had lived a dissolute life and hit rock bottom before, he simply could not handle this situation—if word of this got out...

"You win, really! When it comes to peeing, you, Xie Xiaofeng, are truly unrivaled under heaven! I, Zheng, bow to your superiority! Hahahahaha... If anyone challenges you in the future, just pull this stunt. You’ll definitely scare your opponent to death and win without a fight!" Zheng Jian gasped for air between laughs.

Xie Xiaofeng’s face flushed a deep crimson, whether from the alcohol or the embarrassment of having been caught exposing himself by that old woman, one could not tell. Looking at Zheng Jian, he felt the urge to silence him with a sword!

*Resentment points from Xie Xiaofeng: +1999.*

Murong Qiudi stood to the side, at a loss for words. The shame was simply too much!

"Still laughing! If you hadn't kicked that wall and cracked it, how would I have..." Xie Xiaofeng glared viciously at Zheng Jian. It wasn't his urine that had collapsed the wall!

Zheng Jian’s facial muscles were stiff from laughter. "I... I usually don't laugh... unless I really, truly can't help it... Hahahahahaha..."

"I think you should stop being called the Sword God. Just call yourself the Peeing God! Hahahahaha..."

Xie Xiaofeng: "..."

*Resentment points from Xie Xiaofeng: +1999.*

He swore to himself that, from now on, he would use his internal energy to purge any alcohol from his system. Being drunk was far too dangerous.

Unable to take any more, Xie Xiaofeng grabbed Murong Qiudi and turned to leave.

Seeing this, Zheng Jian shouted, "Hey, are you really leaving?"

Xie Xiaofeng didn't look back. "What else am I supposed to do, wait around? Remember, the sixth day of the twelfth lunar month—be there to receive the wedding party!"

...

When Zheng Jian returned to the tavern, it was already closed, and Xue Keran was tidying up.

"Keran, let me tell you... I was laughing so hard just now..." Seeing her, Zheng Jian couldn't help but share the story.

Xue Keran turned around, puzzled. "What’s so funny?"

"Listen to this..."

...

After hearing the tale, Xue Keran was stunned into silence, only to erupt into peals of laughter. She doubled over, clutching her stomach, laughing so hard she sounded like a piglet.

Once they finally regained their composure, Xue Keran said, "You... you are too wicked! Why did you have to kick the wall? If you hadn't, the wall wouldn't have collapsed... and Master Xie... wouldn't have..."

Zheng Jian looked completely innocent. "My fault? I didn't tell him to pee there... Besides, who knew it would be such a coincidence? But I doubt Xie Xiaofeng will ever forget this in his life. It’s the ultimate dark history for a Sword God."

It truly was a coincidence. Zheng Jian hadn't expected his kick to leave the wall in such a precarious state, making Xie Xiaofeng's stream the final blow to bring it down.

*Sigh*, a lifetime of dark history indeed.

It was no wonder that even with Xie Xiaofeng’s composure, he had provided several bursts of 1999 resentment points. Previously, it had only been a few hundred at most, which showed just how deep his grudge went.

Xie Xiaofeng, what a miserable Sword God.

...

Thick fog, flowing water.

A desolate river, desolate waters.

On the river, a faint, flickering light—not a lamp, but a brazier.

It was a small boat, and sitting on it was a man dressed in black. Before him sat a small red clay stove, and beside him lay a sword; the hilt was capped in gold and inlaid with thirteen pearls.

Yan Shisan!

He sat alone on the small boat, which felt like the only thing in the vast, deep night.

Suddenly, a black shadow streaked across the water and landed on the boat.

"Yan Shisan."

"Crow, what are you doing here?" Yan Shisan said coldly, his killing intent intensifying.

Crow was no magpie; nobody liked meeting a crow, for he brought only calamity.

Crow gave a strange laugh. "Xie Xiaofeng isn't dead. He's still alive. Tell me, isn't that an interesting piece of news?"

Yan Shisan’s expression changed abruptly. "What did you say?"

The killing intent radiating from him exploded, forcing Crow to take two steps back, gasping for air.

The temperature on the boat seemed to rise instantly.

"I said, Xie Xiaofeng, the Third Young Master of Sword Manor, is not dead!"

Yan Shisan gripped his long sword and prepared to stand up. He was a man of action; if the Third Young Master was alive, he would go and fight him. It was that simple.

"Hey, hey, don't be so impatient!" Crow blocked him. "The Third Young Master may be alive, but he has been defeated. Do you still want to challenge a defeated Third Young Master?"

"Impossible!" Yan Shisan roared. How could this be?

Long ago, through Murong Qiudi, Yan Shisan had known that Xie Xiaofeng could block his Thirteenth Sword. How could he have failed?

"It is a fact! It’s already spread throughout the martial arts world. Xie Xiaofeng and the 'Return to Heaven' swordsman Zheng Jian fought on a barren mountain. The result was that Zheng Jian won and Xie Xiaofeng lost! Now, having failed the decisive battle, Xie Xiaofeng has returned to his hometown to prepare for marriage."

Crow spoke unhurriedly.

Yan Shisan was stunned. "Zheng Jian... you say he defeated Xie Xiaofeng?" He recalled the young man he had seen in the tavern that day.

"That's right! Yan Shisan, do I have any reason to lie to you?" Crow said. "Your sword, and Zheng Jian’s 'Tear-Stained Sword,' are both famous weapons I wish to collect! There is bound to be a battle between the two of you! Whoever dies, his sword belongs to me!"

Yan Shisan fell silent. With things laid out like this, he knew Crow was telling the truth.

"When is Xie Xiaofeng’s wedding?" Yan Shisan asked suddenly.

"The sixth day of the twelfth lunar month. Why do you ask?" Crow replied, puzzled.

"To drink a cup of wedding wine, of course! Even if he was defeated, he remains the peerless Third Young Master. He is worth my congratulations," Yan Shisan said calmly. His gaze shifted to the deep night sky, his eyes filled with the aura of a drawn sword.

"You, Yan Shisan, would actually congratulate someone?" Crow was dumbfounded.