Chapter 127: Anger of Hu San

Chapter 127: Anger of Hu San

"Well, it doesn’t matter if the buyer is the Immortal Fairy Pavilion or someone else. I can’t help you. It is not that I don’t want to sell them to you, but I can’t. I don’t have a sufficient supply of these products for now." Feng Yun shook his head and said.

He hasn’t planned to sell the system product openly; it will cause too much chaos. He was not enough to deal with a behemoth such as the Azure Dragon Empire, the Phoenix Dynasty or the first-rank sects.

Each of these superpowers has a long history, standing high in the world. These powers have strong backgrounds, with multiple quasi-emperors and emperor-realm powerhouses. He didn’t have the strength to deal with a single quasi-emperor realm cultivator; forget about the cultivators higher than the quasi-emperor realm.

Although he had the system, he could buy anything from the system, but he lacked money to buy such items that could deal with the emperor realm cultivators.

His first priority was to strengthen himself.

Hu Xian’er looked at him with scrutinising eyes; she had a feeling that he was lying. She felt a little annoyed and angry; who was she? She was the saintess of the Phoenix Dynasty; her master is the strongest person in the entire dynasty; everyone gives her respect.

However, Feng Yun was truly a scumbag who doesn’t know any manners. He was lawless and fearless. He didn’t even fear an Emperor Realm expert.

She took a breath to adjust her mood and spoke again, "Can you provide me the Silverleaf Spirit Tea? It is very important to him." Actually, it was important to her master; the Silverleaf Spirit Tea that could enhance comprehension was a rare treasure, highly sought by the strong experts.

Upon reaching a certain realm, it was not all about accumulating the spiritual energy to break through; you need to comprehend the Dao and practise the spirit.

Silverleaf Spirit Tea, huh! Feng Yun muttered softly and pondered inwardly.

"I can give some, but I need something in return. I am going to expand my business in this city; your Immortal Fairy Pavilion will not interfere with my business." Feng Yun spoke after some consideration.

"That’s all. I agree." Hu Xian’er felt relieved upon hearing his requirement; she thought he would ask for something ridiculous.

"Well, this is all I need for now." Feng Yun smiled, then he took out a bag containing the silverleaf spirit tea.

....

While Feng Yun was in conversation with Hu Xian’er, the Black Wolf Guild surrounded them in a cold atmosphere.

In the hall of the Black Wolf Guild’s compound, a heavy silence hung.

Many people gathered here; on the main sheet sits a middle-aged man with a fierce radiating from him. This man was the leader of the Black Wolf Guild, Hu San.

Hu San sat at the head of the table, his face carved with fury. His younger brother, Black Tiger, lay in the ground now — slain, and worse, humiliated, cut down in the open street for all to see.

Around him, elders and captains of the guild shifted uncomfortably. Some bore bandages, wounds from the same massacre that had shattered their morale.

"This Feng Yun..." Hu San’s voice rumbled low, his fingers digging into the armrest of his chair until wood cracked. "Not only did he kill my subordinate, but he dared to kill my brother. He is a dead man."

One of the captains, a man with a scarred cheek, spoke cautiously. "Guild Master, it was not only him. The Sword Saint was there. No one could stand against that sword. You saw what was left of the men..."

The hall grew colder. The mere mention of the Sword Saint was enough to make hardened men glance at the doors, as if expecting his ghostly aura to cut them down.

Hu San slammed his palm onto the table. Plates rattled. "Do you think I fear one old man who should have rotted in the earth already? Sword Saint or not, no one makes an enemy of the Black Wolf Guild and lives."

His eyes narrowed, sharp as blades. "So what if He is under the protection of the sword saint? I can handle him; the sword saint is no longer invincible."

"What do you think?" Hu San looked at the black-hooded man who was in the corner and said.

"The sword saint is strong; if you were to fight him, it would make too much commotion and might alert others. If you don’t have confidence to defeat him, I would suggest that you should wait." The black-hooded person spoke.

"It is too early to expose ourselves; we need more time."

Hu San’s eyes narrowed slightly as he looked at the hooded person. "I just lost my younger brother; I want revenge. I don’t need the help of your people; I can manage this on my own. And you shouldn’t forget that we are partners."

The hooded figure chuckled lowly, the sound rasping like a snake slithering across stone. "Partners, yes... but remember, Guild Master Hu, even partners have limits."

His voice was indistinct, neither too deep nor high, almost hollow, as though it had been filtered through layers of shadow.

Hu San’s eyes darkened, his knuckles whitening on the armrest. The men in the hall looked uneasy, but none dared to interrupt. Everyone knew this cloaked figure was not one of them—yet somehow, he could sit in their hall without fear.

"You speak of limits," Hu San growled, his aura leaking out, oppressive and heavy. "Yet your cult needed me, did you not? Without the Black Wolf Guild’s roots in Black Plain City, you would have been blind rats running in the dark."

The hooded man tilted his head slightly, as though smiling beneath the shadows. "True. Your guild has proven useful. But usefulness is not eternal. Defy us too far, and you’ll find yourself not avenging your brother... but joining him."

A ripple of killing intent flashed through the hall. Elders stiffened, some reaching for their weapons, only to freeze when Hu San raised a hand.