I Just Won't Play By The Book

Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio  Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio

Watching Zhou Guican and Li Fucheng leave together, Chen Yuanzhou asked Cheng Qingheng next to him and said, “Deputy Leader, Zhou Guican is also a troublesome person, do you want me to keep an eye on him?”

But Cheng Qingheng’s mind was no longer here, because he finally remembered who the young man in the straw hat was in front of him!

“Yuanzhou, stay here and keep watching him. I will come back soon.” Cheng Qingheng was gone instantly after leaving these words.

“Um? Why did Deputy Leader have such a big reaction? Did we catch a big fish?” Chen Yuanzhou thought.

After a short while, Chen Yuanzhou was about to follow Zhou Guican and Li Fucheng into a restaurant. Suddenly, he saw Cheng Qingheng suddenly appearing in front of him. At the same time, there was a somewhat familiar figure beside Cheng Qingheng.

“Leader!?”

Chen Yuanzhou was shocked. In his impression, their gang leader has always been a mysterious person. Many members have never seen the true face of the leader for many years, and even Chan Yuanzhou himself has only seen him three times in total. He didn’t expect to see the leader today.

After a while, Cheng Qingheng turned around and said to Chen Yuanzhou and the others, “Song.”

“Yes.” Without further ado, Chen Yuanzhou and others obeyed Cheng Qingheng’s retreat order. They quickly blended into the crowd and dispersed.

After a long while, Shen Lingwan, the leader of the Yellow Gang, said, “It’s the third son of the leader of the Church of Blood Inferno. I talked to him last time at the Lions Conference, and I’m very sure.”

“But why are these three young masters coming to our small place? No one sent us a letter or anything. Our brats almost got into a big trouble.” Cheng Qingheng said with lingering fear.

Shen Lingwan thought for a moment, then said, “Maybe someone is starting to worry about us and wants to use the hands of these three young masters to get rid of us.”

“What!?” Cheng Qingheng was taken aback, “Could it be that the incident was exposed? But we clearly…”

Cheng Qingheng had just finished speaking when he saw Shen Lingwan’s eyes swept over, so he quickly shut up.

“But these three young masters don’t seem to intend to be our enemy. Otherwise, they won’t do so many stupid things as you reported. I’m afraid he is secretly reminding us of his existence, or… something else.”

“Then… do I need to get in touch with this third young master?”

“No, since this young man wants to remind us in this way, it means that he doesn’t want to meet us yet, so let’s wait for him to come to us. Send some smart guards to follow them, never let him have an accident on our site.”

“Yes, I’ll arrange it right away.” Cheng Qingheng quickly turned and left.

Looking at Li Fucheng laughing in the tavern, Shen Lingwan fell into deep thought.

“What went wrong… Could it be a mole among us? Looks like I have to figure it out.” Thinking of this, Shen Lingwan instantly disappeared, as if he had never appeared before.

…

At night, Li Fucheng was reading the “Book of Eight Palaces and Four Rivers” on the bed, while Tang Tingshuang asked, “Senior brother, you have been studying every night for several days in a row. Is this book really so interesting?”

“It’s not interesting, but it’s very powerful. If I meet Brother Wang one day, I must thank him very well. Third Uncle once said that we would meet some kind people who would help us in the outside world. Maybe Brother Wang is a kind person.”

Tang Tingshuang looked at Li Fucheng’s bright eyes and couldn’t help covering his mouth and smiled, “Since we met that Brother Wang, our luck has changed. We didn’t encounter anything dangerous on the way to Luoxia Town. We did not cause much trouble when we’re helping people in the market, and we also met a chivalrous person.”

“Yeah!” Li Fucheng nodded repeatedly, “When we have established a firm foothold here in the future, and we have something to offer, we must go to the Sect of Returning Hearts to thank Brother Wang.”

…

“Achoo!” Jiang Beiran, who was refining medicinal pills in the back mountain, sneezed.

“Really, why do people keep saying I’m handsome behind my back recently?”

With a sigh in his heart, Jiang Beiran continued to activate the blue-purple flame under the pill stove in front of him.

Today, he triggered [Alchemy] +1 five times in a row during his daily “mountain patrol”, which made him suddenly feel empowered. So, he hurriedly found the “secret base” in the back mountain of Order of Blue Heart.

After stabilizing the flame, Jiang Beiran took out various materials from the storage ring and threw them into the pill furnace.

He kept doing it until dawn, and Jiang Beiran nodded with satisfaction when he smelled the herbal fragrance coming from the pill furnace.

“Dang~” “Dang~” “Dang~”

Suddenly, a long bell rang through the various peaks of the Sect of Returning Hearts.

“Um? The bell to summon the disciples, what happened? Forget it, it’s none of my business.”

Jiang Beiran had already applied for a retreat before. During the period, except for major events such as the crisis of the sect, he would not participate any other events. Refining this pot of [Insect Gu Pill] was the priority for him now.

…

On the other side, not long after the bell rang, all the young disciples in the Sect of Returning Hearts gathered on the Lotus Peak and lined up orderly.

And just when all the disciples were guessing what was going on, they suddenly found five figures on the stone high platform under the leadership of Xiang Chang.

“Senior Brother Wu and the others have come back. Judging from this situation, our sect must have a good record this year.”

“Who is Senior Brother Wu?”

“You don’t know him? You’re new to the sect, right?”

“Oh! He is the escort of the King of Hell! I have heard his name. When I went down the mountain a few months ago, Mr. Storyteller was talking about him. He said that the targets could not escape from Senior Brother Wu no matter what. They would be killed by Senior Brother Wu no matter where they hide because their names have been named by the King of Hell.”

“You did know something about him.”

“Senior, do you know who the senior sister standing beside Wu Qingce is?”

After the senior brother heard it, he immediately hit the back of the junior’s head.

“Ouch, it hurts, what are you beating me for?”

“Look, your eyeballs are about to fall to the ground.” the senior looked at the eyes around him and whispered, “I’ll tell you slowly when it’s over, stop now.”

“Yes…”

…

Amidst of the discussion, Wu Qiufang walked to the high stage and said, “In this year’s Rivernorth District Sect Tournament, five disciples of my Sect of Retuning Hearts performed outstandingly and won excellent results. Wu Qingce, a disciple of Sect of Chaos Star, has won the championship!”

“Wow!”

All the disciples in the audience seat let out a burst of exclamation.

The Rivernorth District Set Tournament was an annual event, and the major sects attached foremost importance to it. After all, it was about reputation, and reputation meant the source of students. In Jiang Beiran’s words, this tournament was the “college entrance examination” in Rivernorth District.. Whichever disciple of the sect won the championship was equivalent to taking the “Scholar of the College Entrance Examination”, which was extremely beneficial to the sect.