#167 - Choice

Xiao Feng, what did he rely on?

Wei Changtian had already pondered this question several times.

Wei Changtian didn't think Xiao Feng would be foolish enough to believe he would really go alone.

If that was the case, it meant Xiao Feng had considerable confidence in this "final showdown".

At the very least, he felt he had a certain chance of winning.

So... where exactly did this chance of winning lie?

The Liu family? Or other forces that had fallen under the "halo of the protagonist"?

Outside the window, the night was deep, with only a few nightingales chirping softly.

Wei Changtian sat motionless at the table, constantly recalling the plot of the original novel.

Then, in a certain instant, a thought suddenly flashed through his mind.

Could it be the remnant soul hidden in the Xuan Tian Sword?

According to the original novel, this remnant soul was an ancient cultivator who, besides knowing countless mysterious techniques, had also founded a secret organization that continued to this day.

The secrecy of this organization was basically on par with the "real Freemasons" of his previous life. Almost no one in the world knew about it, and even if someone who knew accidentally revealed it, most people would think he was joking.

After all, an organization whose members were all in the "Upper Third Rank" realm sounded outrageous enough.

In the early and mid stages of the novel, this wisp of remnant soul only appeared once at the very beginning, and taught Xiao Feng the divine power "Dream Dao".

After that, it didn't have any role for a long time, and it wasn't even mentioned. Wei Changtian guessed that the author had forgotten about it.

It wasn't until the later stages of the novel, when Xiao Feng encountered a certain-death situation in the process of overthrowing the Da Ning Dynasty, that the remnant soul reappeared, directly ordering the members of the mysterious organization to help Xiao Feng successfully break the situation, and also put on a super show in front of Ning Yongnian.

So... the reason why Xiao Feng dared to go head-to-head with him was because of this?

Then how many experts could that remnant soul bring in?

The novel mentioned three Second Rank experts that time.

What about this time? Also three?

Second Rank experts weren't cabbages. The entire Da Ning only had less than ten on the surface, and even if you included those who were incognito, there would only be twenty or thirty at most.

It should be about the same, right? If it's three, he would still have the advantage.

Wei Changtian wasn't too sure about this, and he didn't have much confidence in his heart.

In fact, if he were a little more rational and ruthless, he shouldn't take this risk. The most correct approach should be to avoid the battle.

Let Xiao Feng kill Yang Liushi, while he hid in advance, lest Xiao Feng couldn't wait for someone and directly led a group of experts to his door.

After all, this group of experts couldn't stay by Xiao Feng's side all the time. It was estimated that they would return to their respective places in a few days. When he counterattacked at that time, he would undoubtedly have a huge advantage.

Of course, although this approach was stable enough, it also had many shortcomings.

It goes without saying that Yang Liushi would definitely die, and more importantly, he was likely to miss the best opportunity to kill Xiao Feng because of this.

Xiao Feng wasn't stupid.

When he killed Liu Yuanshan, Wei Changtian had an expectation of all the possible situations and the gains and losses, knowing that even in the worst case, he would most likely not die.

But this time, there was too much unknown information, which meant that the risks were also increasing exponentially.

In the cold night sky, half a moon hung obliquely, and the stars were twinkling.

Wei Changtian thought for a long, long time, motionless like a stone sculpture.

"Cock-a-doodle-doo~"

In the familiar and distant crowing of chickens, a ray of red light pierced the sky, and the glow of the morning sun shone through the window, lightly sprinkling at his feet.

The sun rises from the southeast corner, illuminating all things in the world.

An incense stick later, a carriage drove out of the small house's gate and headed straight for the Shiwan Mountains.

"Heh, Brother Wu, so many years since we last met, how did you become like this?"

In Shan County, a hundred miles outside of Shuzhou City, two old men were sitting opposite each other in an elegant room in a small tavern, drinking.

One of them was Wu Tianqing, who was ragged and disheveled, while the other old man was radiant, and the clothes he wore were extremely elaborate and luxurious.

"I was just about to ask you that..."

Wu Tianqing grabbed half a roast chicken in one hand and a roast pig's trotter in the other, muttering vaguely as he ate:

"What a sword-wielding scholar, Chang Shu'an, how come you're dressed like a pimp in a brothel now."

"Hahahaha!"

The old man named Chang Shu'an laughed twice. Not only was he not annoyed, but he was also somewhat complacent as he took a sip of his little wine.

"You're right, although I'm not a pimp, I did open a brothel in Yingzhou called Yan Chun, which is quite famous."

"You? Open a brothel?"

When Wu Tianqing heard this, he even forgot to eat the roast chicken, his eyes widened:

"I remember you used to always say that you wanted to spread the words of the sages to the world? How come you're doing this kind of thing now?"

"Hey, wasn't that because I was too young and vigorous at the time, with my heart higher than the sky..."

Chang Shu'an waved his hand: "Later I realized what bullshit... Forget it, I won't talk about it, anyway, I'm quite happy now."

"Come, drink!"

Raising the pot with his right hand and tucking his sleeves with his left, Chang Shu'an poured a glass of wine for Wu Tianqing: "Brother Wu, what about you? Are you still staying on that island?"

"Yes."

Wu Tianqing glanced at Chang Shu'an's very scholarly action, sighed secretly in his heart, and then picked up his glass and drank it all in one gulp.

"Apart from the food being a little lacking, it's quite happy."

"Hahaha, doesn't your sister-in-law let you eat fish?"

Chang Shu'an laughed: "Then eat more this time you come out."

"That's for sure!"

Wu Tianqing threw the roast chicken with only bones left aside and started eating the roast pig's trotter.

But the door of the elegant room was suddenly knocked at this moment.

"Come in."

Chang Shu'an responded, thinking it was the waiter bringing the dishes.

However, when he turned his head to look, his expression froze slightly.

"Brother Li? Brother Lin? Brother He?"

"Hahaha, Brother Chang, it's been more than ten years since we last met, how have you been?"

The three people who walked in had smiles on their faces. Although they were different in height and weight, they were all old, and they all had an indistinct aura about them.

The five people in the room exchanged warm greetings for a while, and the scene was quite like a senior activity center in his previous life.

But the person who came in from outside the room next froze this harmonious picture for a moment.

This person looked very strange.

He was wearing a black robe, a hood, and a black sword sheath on his back.

Although he had the face of a young man, his hair was silver-white; although he stood upright, his brows always gave people a sense of twilight.

Seeing this person come in, the five old men first looked at each other, and then someone spoke:

"Young Master Xiao, now that we have arrived, you can tell us what you want us to do."

"But you must be clear that the order we received is only to help you do one thing."

"I understand."

Xiao Feng took off his hood, his voice a little hoarse.

"Eight days later, please help me kill someone."