Demonic Calamity Across the Heavens: Starting with Little Li's Flying Dagger

Chapter 44 An Overbearing Invitation, Father and Son [Bonus Chapter for Monthly Tickets]

The people in the tavern were annoyed when the two lifted the curtain;

When the four men entered, the wind blew into the tavern, extinguishing the fire.

Finally, the two of them came in together, and even the last spark was extinguished.

The hunchback was surprised to find that the clamoring martial arts figures from just moments ago were now like ducks with their necks caught in their throats. They were even more submissive than ducks, humbly bowing their heads, not like guests at the table, but like rats under the table.

He looked at the two of them curiously.

Zhuge Gang was quite ugly, but fortunately, the scars all over his face made him look somewhat more pleasing to the eye. He walked up to Sun Baifa, leaning on his crutch.

It's strange, really. This person is so ugly and has such a fierce name, yet he speaks so gently.

"Grandpa Sun, it's been many years. How are you doing?"

Sun Baifa's eyelids twitched, and he stretched out a pair of withered, fleshless hands. Brown age spots covered his loose, yellow skin, and his sparse body hair was etched with the marks of time.

He put a green cigarette holder in his mouth, took two dry drags, then lifted his eyelids and said, "Time is like a wild donkey; once it starts running, it never stops. How can a person outrun a donkey?"

Zhuge Gang chuckled twice, his gaze already fixed on the man's bright green cigarette holder. "I heard you old man are never without your pipe?"

"It's already broken, what's the point of keeping it?" Sun Baifa shrugged.

Zhuge Gang jumped back instantly, bracing himself with his iron crutch, his eyes full of vigilance.

Unexpectedly, Sun Baifa simply rubbed his lower back, took a couple of puffs of his nose, and said, "Don't be silly. This old man hasn't fought anyone in so many years, and I've almost forgotten all my skills."

"Forgot?"

Zhuge Gang gave a strange laugh and licked his dry lips. "That's hard to say."

The young man who came in with him walked to the spot where Zhuge had just been standing.

The young man's face was neither handsome nor ugly, but the three diagonal scars on his face made him more recognizable. He was tall, and his golden robe only reached his knees.

Sun Baifa's gaze fell on his hands.

It was a pair of hands with well-proportioned bones and flesh, and slender, long fingers. Perhaps because the cuffs were too tight, the young man's hands were hanging down, and there were many bulging veins on the back of his hands.

His sword was on the right side of his belt, with the hilt pointing to the left, suggesting he was left-handed.

But Sun Baifa's first glance was at his right hand, and then at his lifeless gray eyes, devoid of any emotion.

"Young man, what brings you here?"

The young man took out a letter from his pocket, and with a flick of his wrist, the letter flew out like a dart and landed on the table with a "thud".

He said coldly, "Invitation."

"Whose invitation is this?" Sun Baifa glanced at the golden-covered invitation and already had a plan in mind.

The young man didn't answer, and turned to leave.

Zhuge Gang also put away his iron crutch, leaning on it as he laughed, "My gang leader, Shangguan Jin Hong, will be challenging 'Smiling Impermanence,' 'Little Li Flying Dagger,' and 'Heavenly Secret Staff' to battles on the 15th, 16th, and 17th of this month, respectively, at Xingyun Manor."

Sun Baifa laughed, "Since you've come to request battle, why bother with an invitation?"

Zhuge Gang stroked the gold patterns on his clothes and smiled innocently: "Anything that our Money Gang sets its sights on, whether it's money, people, or estates, is naturally ours."

Since this is our home, it's only natural to send out invitations to everyone.

Sun Baifa shook his head. "Why bother?"

Zhuge Gang and the young man ignored him and turned to walk away.

Sun Baifa suddenly asked, "What's the young man's name?"

"Jing Wuming".

"No Life? That's not a good name."

Sun Baifa sighed, looked at the lowered curtain, then at the somber atmosphere among the martial arts figures, and chuckled, "Others' affairs are none of my concern. Let's continue drinking and eating."

The parties involved don't seem to care, but the onlookers are in no mood for food or drink.

The news that the "Dragon and Phoenix Rings" will fight three battles in three days at Xingyun Manor in ten days is so big that if we don't spread it now, even eating elixirs and drinking fine wine won't feel right!

So everyone took their leave.

Lei Yunzhen was the first to settle the bill and ran the fastest.

Soon, only four people remained in the shop.

The hunchbacked old man, Sun Baifa, Sun Xiaohong, and the young people at their table.

The young people didn't join in the fun. They took a sip of wine and a bite of food, calculating every bit of effort precisely, never chewing too much or wasting a single thing.

He finished his meal at a leisurely pace, took out seventeen large coins from his pocket, kept one for himself, and placed the remaining sixteen on the table.

"Check out."

His voice was neither too loud nor too soft, just enough for the old hunchback to hear.

The old hunchback glanced at the sixteen coins and said in a deep voice, "Someone has already paid."

The young man said, "I will never take anything that I didn't buy myself, and I will never drink wine that I didn't buy myself."

The old hunchback gave a muffled "humph," as if to say that the young man was foolish for refusing a free drink.

The young man turned and left.

The tavern grew increasingly deserted.

But Sun Xiaohong knew that the real "confrontation" was only just beginning.

There are many difficult things in the world, but perhaps the most difficult is getting a father and son to open their hearts to each other.

Sun Baifa puffed on his cigarette, downed the wine in his bowl in one gulp, slammed the bowl on the table, and said without any politeness, "Pour the wine!"

Sun Xiaohong stood up with a smile.

Sun Baifa glanced at her and said, "Sit down."

Sun Xiaohong had no choice but to sit down obediently and stick her tongue out at Sun Tuozi.

Sun Tuozi remained sullen. He walked over, his hands, which were larger, thicker, and more calloused than those of an average person, grabbed the wine jar. His movements were so exaggerated that it seemed as if he were about to pour the wine from the jar onto Sun Baifa's head. However, only one drop of wine spilled out, splashing into the bowl in front of Sun Baifa.

A bowl full of wine, if even one more drop, it will overflow.

He did indeed pour wine for Sun Baifa.

However, this wine probably won't taste good.

Fortunately, it couldn't stop the former number one weapon in the rankings.

Sun Baifa blew a breath, and the wine in the wine cup rippled, but it didn't spill out until he started to inhale, and the wine was sucked into his mouth from a distance.

He finished his drink and contentedly squinted his eyes.

Sun Tuozi poured another bowl.

He drank some more.

After eighteen bowls in a row, Sun Baifa's face was flushed with wine.

But Sun Tuozi was still raising his hand.

Sun Baifa glared at him and said, "You beast! Are you trying to force-feed me to death?"

Sun Tuozi turned the wine jar in his hand over and said, "It's gone."

Sun Baifa was so angry that his beard and hair stood on end, but Sun Xiaohong just kept giggling.

A smile flashed across Sun Tuozi's face, but it disappeared in an instant.

Sun Baifa wasn't really angry; he just said, emboldened by the alcohol, "Come home with me."

Sun Tuozi fell silent, opened a new jar of wine, drank most of it down, and said while holding the jar, "I have to stay here."

Sun Baifa was so angry he was blowing his beard. "You've been guarding this place for almost twenty years! What exactly have you been guarding?"

Sun Tuozi remained silent.

Sun Baifa suddenly narrowed his eyes, a threatening glint in them, and said sharply, "Could it be Lin Shiyin?"

Sun the Hunchback was stunned for a moment, then looked insulted and hurriedly defended himself: "I keep my word, how could I be someone who would be held back by beauty!"

"Then what exactly are you guarding?"

After hesitating for a moment, Sun Tuozi finally said:

"The Mirror of Compassion for Flowers"