Giving You All Ten Breaths to Clear Out Ten Superior Rooms

A hundred miles outside Nine Nether Town!

There was an inn named: People Come!

Today!

The originally sparsely populated inn was packed to capacity, filled with merchants, sect disciples, and even more rogue cultivators!

The Great Qian Empire!

When it came to the martial artists at the bottom, the most numerous were rogue cultivators. According to Great Qian's rules, any faction without a Third Rank entity within its ranks was deemed an unranked faction, and its disciples were theoretically just rogue cultivators!

Outside the inn!

Chu He and his party reined in their horses and stopped!

"My lord, the hour is late, and this place is still a hundred miles from Nine Nether Town. We might as well stay at this inn for the night."

A small banner officer suggested.

Whoosh!

A hawk's cry rang out.

Behold.

A black-feathered hawk flew swiftly toward the Demon Suppression Guards. Zhao Yuan immediately stretched out his arm, and the hawk landed. He retrieved a small cylinder from its talons and handed it quickly to Chu He.

This was one of the Demon Suppression Bureau's methods of transmitting messages, furthermore: those above the rank of centurion were equipped with treasures capable of transmitting messages, while lower-ranking Demon Suppression Guards could only use hawks, fast horses, and secret agents to transmit voices.

Chu He took the small cylinder!

He withdrew a slip of paper from inside and unfolded it:

"Order: Enter Nine Nether Town with absolute arrogance, try to draw the attention of the major sects, and act as circumstances dictate with no taboos."

Signed: Qian Hao!

"It seems there really is something fishy about this grand competition of the chosen ones. They intend to let me draw everyone's attention so that the other five camps of Demon Suppression Guards can sneak into Nine Nether Town safely, or perhaps there are other reasons."

Chu He guessed inwardly.

Then.

He shook his head!

Regardless of the reason from above, what he needed to do was figure out what benefits to gain from this mission.

Act as circumstances dictate!

This kind of authority was not common. If he did not make good use of it, he would truly be letting down the opportunity the heavens had given him.

A dangerous smile appeared on Chu He's face.

It made Zhao Yuan, Lu Feng, and the others beside him shiver inexplicably, their intuition telling them that their lord was about to stir up trouble.

Inside the inn!

Countless diners were eating at their tables.

Chatting with one another:

"This grand competition of the chosen ones-who do you all say will seize the crown? This is an opportunity to make a name throughout Yun Province."

"It is said that Zhang Wei, the inner sect senior disciple of the Heavenly Origin Sect, is close to stepping into the Third Rank. It is a pity that he is already past twenty-five and cannot participate in the competition, otherwise this crown would definitely be his."

"In my view, Sun Gong of the East Mountain Sect and Zhu San of the Azure Cloud Gang are both favorites, but alas, Wu Yan of the Divine Sword Sect... sigh."

An old man said leisurely.

Wu Yan!

Hearing these two words, quite a few diners around them shook their heads in unison.

"Grandfather, who is Wu Yan, and what happened to him?" A young boy beside him asked.

"Wu Yan was the most talented disciple of the current generation of the Divine Sword Sect. At only twenty-two years of age, he had already reached the Second Rank Late Stage."

The old man shook his head and said, "What a pity that because he went to the Demon Suppression Bureau to demand justice, he was ambushed and slain by the imperial court's running dog, Chu He. Heaven is truly jealous of talented youth."

"The imperial court's running dog-they really are no good." The boy nodded in a very matter-of-fact way, a trace of disgust showing in his eyes.

Yet upon hearing the old man's words.

The faces of the diners at one of the tables turned furious, their veins bulging; they were precisely the disciples of the Divine Sword Sect who had come to participate in this competition.

"Dammit!"

"Third Senior Brother, do not be angry. Sooner or later, our Divine Sword Sect will cut down that Chu He and avenge Senior Brother Wu and the others."

At this moment!

The diners were also somewhat filled with righteous indignation, and quite a few slammed their tables, saying:

"The imperial court's running dog slaughters the innocent. That Chu He-just don't let me, the Hundred Ginseng Elder, see him, or I will definitely cut him down without mercy."

"That's right, just a mere Demon Suppression Bureau general flag officer dares to slaughter our sect disciples in broad daylight. Sooner or later, he'll get what's coming to him."

"That Chu He had better not come to Nine Nether Town, otherwise, this young sect master will definitely make him have a--..."

Bang!

The inn's doors were kicked open!

A dozen or so Demon Suppression Guards poured in, lined up in two rows, and shouted: "Welcome, my lord."

Tramp! Tramp! Tramp!

A burst of heavy footsteps resounded in the ears of all the diners.

Behold!

Clad in a fish-scale robe, with a Demon-Suppressing Saber slung at his waist and a cold expression, Chu He strode into the inn, glanced around, and said coldly:

"What were you all just talking about?"

Swish.

Numerous diners lowered their heads one after another, not daring to meet Chu He's gaze, let alone answer his question.

After all!

Openly discussing the Demon Suppression Guards was a capital offense!

If this general flag officer slaughtered them in public, the sects and noble families behind them would not dare to say much either.

"My lord, we weren't saying anything..." The waiter hurried over and said, "Everyone was just chatting about the grand competition."

Swish.

Chu He cast his gaze toward the waiter, scaring the fellow into a shudder.

"It's fine if you weren't saying anything. This general flag officer hasn't been in a good mood lately, so don't let me catch any leverage in your hands, otherwise..."

Chu He swept out with a palm strike.

Bang!

A table in the distance instantly exploded!

All kinds of dishes on it flew in every direction, splattering over the dining patrons, and the faces of several diners changed wildly.

Yet!

Looking at Chu He's cold gaze, they did not dare to say much.

"Open twenty superior rooms!"

Zhao Yuan instructed the waiter while tossing out a money pouch.

It was precisely the one looted from the sect disciples just moments ago.

"My lord, this... really won't do!"

The waiter caught the money pouch reflexively, his expression changing as he hurriedly said, "Today, all the rooms in the inn have been booked. How about this, this little one will immediately notify the proprietor to clear out his own room and other living quarters, but even so, we can only squeeze out five superior rooms."

At this moment!

The proprietor, hearing the commotion, also ran out, and upon seeing the attire of Chu He and his men, he froze on the spot.

Then!

Hearing the waiter's explanation, he trembled all over with anger and slapped the waiter directly across the face.

Slap!

It sent the waiter spinning nine circles on the spot, collapsing to the floor, as he immediately said to Chu He:

"Esteemed lord, I will go clear out my room and my family's rooms as well. There can be ten rooms in total."

"Ten rooms!"

Zhao Yuan gripped his Demon-Suppressing Saber and said coldly, "What, do you intend to leave half of my Demon Suppression Guards sleeping on the street?"

"No... no... no..."

The waiter trembled all over with fright.

"Holy shit, you actually pissed yourself." Zhao Yuan immediately took two steps back, fanatically waving a hand before his nose, and walked over to Chu He to ask in a low voice, "My lord, what should we do?"

He had indeed been frightening the waiter earlier; the Demon Suppression Guards were, after all, an imperial institution, and they could use force against sect and noble family disciples, as well as execute anyone who obstructed the suppression of demons and elimination of fiends.

However!

Slaughtering the waiter just because there were no rooms-that simply wouldn't do!

"Since that's the case!"

Chu He cast his gaze toward the surrounding diners and said coldly, "Then you all can discuss how to clear out ten superior rooms for this general flag officer. This general flag officer gives you ten breaths..."

Ten...

Nine...

What?

Asking us to make room!

Many diners wore angry expressions; overbearing though the Demon Suppression Guards were, they were sect disciples after all.

Today!

If they were to clear out their rooms, what kind of humiliating matter would that be!

Four...

Three...

Bang!

A table of diners slammed the table and said arrogantly:

"My Green Mountain Gang can clear out two superior rooms."

"Ahem... My Nine Origins Sect can also clear two."

"The Small Saber Sect..."

"..."