Chapter 302: Chapter 126: Wood Snake Seal! Bloodline Divine Skills!_3
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Su Changkong naturally did not know what happened after he left. At this moment, Su Changkong watched the corpse in the flames turn to ashes with a sense of exasperation and said helplessly, “Why are you so poor, not leaving anything good for me?”
After going to great lengths to kill Mu Jin, Su Changkong had almost no spoils to show for it. Mu Jin was carrying out a mission for the Dafeng Iron Cavalry and naturally wouldn’t be carrying any treasures or wealth. After killing Mu Jin and searching him, Su Changkong didn’t even find a single tael of silver.
“Why go through all this? Why seek death?”
As he watched Mu Jin’s body gradually turn to ash in the flames, he murmured and sighed, shaking his head.
In the end, there was no deep hatred between him and Mu Jin. The only conflict had occurred within the Giant Whale Gang, but upon their second encounter, Mu Jin recognized his identity, was unwilling to let things lie, took a condescending stance, and harshly trampled upon him, even threatening to involve his family and friends.
All Su Changkong could do was send him on his way!
It could only be said that Mu Jin’s fate was entirely self-inflicted; with such a character, even if he didn’t die at the hands of Su Changkong today, he would likely have provoked someone stronger eventually and met his end.
“No Demon Monster Crystal Core… Aren’t the people of great families like Demon Monsters?” Additionally, Su Changkong noticed that after Mu Jin’s body was reduced to ashes, there was no sign of something like a Demon Monster Crystal Core.
It seemed, then, that there was indeed a difference between people from great families and Demon Monsters, although the specifics were unclear!
“Really, not a single benefit gained, but a whole lot of trouble attracted,” Su Changkong lamented as he glanced at the green mark that appeared on the back of his hand after killing Mu Jin.
Initially, Su Changkong had only wanted to earn a ‘Dragon Blood Pill’ recipe, but he had chanced upon Mu Jin, who, as a scion of a great family, was as sensitive to Qi as a Demon Monster and furthermore recognized Su Changkong as ‘Sikong Yong’, leading to this outcome.
“Let’s go, a trip to the Donglin Ghost Market it is.”
After watching Mu Jin’s body burn to nothing, Su Changkong tidied up the ashes and firewood before turning to leave for the Donglin Ghost Market.
Having gotten himself into this mess and exerted so much effort, Su Changkong certainly wouldn’t give up on the Dragon Blood Pill recipe. He was now set to claim his rightful reward and hoped that the Blood Smoke Tower would be as trustworthy as the rumors suggested!
In the wee hours of the morning, Su Changkong arrived at the Donglin Ghost Market’s mountain village. It wasn’t the day the market opened and inside, it was desolate, without a single ghost in sight, utterly silent.
“Creak!”
Disguised as the ‘Bull Demon King’, Su Changkong walked through the streets. A gate of a courtyard nearby was blown open by a gust of wind, making a creaking sound.
Su Changkong felt a stir in his heart and stepped into the courtyard. In a dark corner, a figure in a black robe emerged from the shadows like a ghost!
With skin so pallid it lacked any trace of blood and a face so smooth it lacked even the fine hairs at the corners of the eyes, they looked not like a living person, but rather Blood Thirteen, the emissary from the Blood Smoke Tower!
Just as previously promised, upon completing the commission and arriving at the Ghost Market, he was to make the exchange with Blood Thirteen, who had kept his word.
“Well done! You killed Huangfu Honglang, this is your deserved reward,” Blood Thirteen praised, his tone devoid of any emotion, just like a puppet. With a flick of his hand, two items flew slowly towards Su Changkong.
The Blood Smoke Tower had eyes within the Iron Sword Sect and had been informed via pigeon message that Huangfu Honglang was dead, promptly notifying Blood Thirteen, who knew that Su Changkong had completed his task.
The two items that flew over were a scroll and a token, which Su Changkong caught.
The scroll contained the Dragon Blood Pill recipe, which Su Changkong did not inspect closely, trusting that Blood Thirteen would not have deceived him.
After all, if Blood Thirteen didn’t want to give him the recipe, he simply wouldn’t have shown up; there was no need to go to the trouble of giving him a fake recipe.
The token, on the other hand, was a blood-red one, carved with strands of cloud and smoke, the very one Blood Thirteen had promised.
“With this token in hand,” Blood Thirteen explained, “if you wish to take up a commission or issue one, you may go to the Smoke Cloud Pavilion in Pengsong Town and show this token to the people there. They will take care of you.”
This token served a simple function—it represented recognition from the Blood Smoke Tower, allowing the bearer to actively engage with the Blood Smoke Tower for commissions.
An emissary from the Blood Smoke Tower, put simply, was tasked with finding clients. Upon encountering capable and particularly discerning individuals, they would make their presence known.
Someone like Su Changkong, who as the ‘Bull Demon King’ sold Pill Medicine at the Ghost Market, had caught the attention of a Blood Smoke Tower emissary.
Having said his piece, Blood Thirteen prepared to depart, his figure about to vanish into the dark recesses, but Su Changkong called out, “Wait a moment!”
Blood Thirteen paused without emotion or curiosity, merely looking at him and quietly waiting for him to speak.
“Do you recognize this?”
After pondering momentarily, Su Changkong raised his palm and ceased suppressing it with Turtle Breathing True Qi. On the back of his hand appeared a vine-like green snake mark.
Su Changkong was determined to understand what this mark was and whether it carried any hidden dangers. After considering for a while, he decided to ask Blood Thirteen. As an emissary of the Blood Smoke Tower, Blood Thirteen was bound to be widely knowledgeable.
Although this might expose the fact that he had killed Mu Jin, it wasn’t a significant issue. If news of Mu Jin’s death spread, the Blood Smoke Tower would immediately suspect that he was the perpetrator, so he might as well have Blood Thirteen take a look at the mark.
Moreover, Su Changkong was interacting with Blood Thirteen under a false identity, so even if he found out, it wouldn’t be a major problem.
Of course, if Blood Thirteen did not recognize the mark, Su Changkong intended to remain silent about it.
“Hmm? This is the Wood Snake Seal of the Mu Family. Did you kill a member of the Mu Family?”
Blood Thirteen saw the mark on Su Changkong’s hand, his tone carrying a faint trace of surprise as he named and identified the mark’s origin in one breath.
“He really knows!” Su Changkong was also surprised by Blood Thirteen’s extensive knowledge, who recognized the mark at a glance as the Wood Snake Seal and inferred that he had slain a member of the Mu Family!
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