All Chapters of Swordbound Chronicles: Chapter 661
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Madam Hua's Tavern - Part Three.
The powder sprinkled on the wine and steamed buns was extracted from the Scorpion King in the Misty Swamp, a dangerous area of poisonous creatures.The Misty Swamp Scorpion King Venom was said to be the most dangerous, as it was colourless, odourless and had no foreign taste. That's why Madam Hua and her secret sect often used the Scorpion King's Poison in their actions."I must somehow thank all the Misty Swamp Kalajengkin over there," Madam Hua hurriedly checked all the items on the bodies of her five victims.When she finally found what she was looking for, a torn copy of the map, Madam Hua's face brightened. It seemed that she had finally gotten what she was looking for."The Map Shard I dreamed of!" murmured Madam Hua happily."I finally found a quarter of the clue to the whereabouts of the One-Legged Crane." She hurriedly inserted the map fragment into her spatial ring."Let's go!" commanded Madam Hua to the bearded servant serving the guests. But strangely enough, the waiter's
Clash in the Forest of Death.
The sound of those slow footsteps sounded closer and closer. Suma Fen calmly closed his eyes and continued meditating, unaware of what was happening around him. Not long after, someone sliding the bamboo gate was heard.'Sreek!'"Madam Hua, are you sure that there is someone who has broken into this tavern after we laid down our arms over the deaths of the people of the Black Dragon Sect?" a young man's voice was heard whispering.The woman's voice sounded soft in Suma Fen's ears."I can confirm. According to the magical Owl that I intentionally placed around the Forest of Death, it told me that someone came from the direction of the Killing Mountains and stayed at my tavern, Madam Hua. He didn't even care about the corpses lying around inside the tavern," the woman's voice paused for a moment."Although he seems like an ordinary person and his cultivation is unreadable, I thought again. For someone who can cross the Killer Mountains safely, especially at night, he is no ordinary pers
Clash in the Forest of Death – Part Two.
The bald man wore a leopard-skin jacket over his black tunic. He adorned his ears with large earrings in both ears. He also had his eyes heavily lined with a special soot dye to emphasize the cruelty on his already sadistic-looking face.Standing behind him were two young women dressed in sexy clothes with low cleavage, accentuating the two mountains that looked like they were about to burst out of the tight clothes. A thin yellow skirt with a high slit revealed two smooth white legs.Madam Hua's face suddenly changed, looking uncomfortable."Alright - alright - alright... Vanug, the Leopard, with two ladies from the Shadow Traveler Guild. It seems that your guild group has become less busy and instead chose to spy on us from our Sword Lord Guild," taunted Madam Hua in a snide tone.Despite speaking casually, this hunchbacked older woman had secretly drawn her sword. Vanug - the bald man in the leopard-themed jacket, just laughed when he noticed the hunchback fingering the sword - Van
Clash in the Forest of Death - Part Three.
"Humph!" Madam Hua snorted contemptuously. The moment she withdrew her hand, which felt bulky, she took a technical backward somersault step and made a beautiful spin in the air, like a dancer on stage. She moved gracefully and confidently, ready to resume the fight."Your old bones aren't hard and stiff yet!" taunted Vanug sarcastically. The bald man was deliberately provoking her, hoping that the further Madam Hua was provoked, the faster her decrepit body would weaken. That way, Vanug's victory was in sight; just waiting for the right time to achieve it.Vanug, the bald one, smiled unconsciously as he dreamt of victory and the One-Legged White Crane's clue that he would master later. Vanug's vigilance decreased as he sank into the reverie."You're dead, baldy!" scolded Madam Hua as her aerial somersault was now far away but still within range of a long-range attack.Madam Hua's hands opened wide, and the white powder flew up and enveloped Vanug like a light mist in the morning."Ca
The End of a Fight.
The sun began to shine warmly, coloring the horizon with a creeping golden yellow, warming the lowlands at the foot of the Killer Mountains. The light spread evenly and traveled up to the tendrils of the dry branches in the Forest of Death, shimmering like golden light.A man in grey robes leaned casually against a dry tree. He was watching a life-and-death battle between a hunchbacked older woman and a bald man wearing a leopard-print robe.The grey-robed man was indifferent, sometimes even yawning lazily as the hunchbacked woman slyly released dozens of poisonous needles from a bracelet hidden inside her sleeve.Despite the exciting show between the two experts, he remained lazy. When the bald man in leopard robes managed to stab the hunchbacked woman in the waist, she laughed loudly.She lost her guard and was hit by the white powder that she scattered before she breathed her last.Suma Fen, the grey-robed man, watched from the tree trunk as Vanug, the bald man, glared at him with
The End of a Fight – Part Two.
He needed information on the whereabouts of the White Crane Race - in connection with the existence of a reliquary left behind by a master of that race thousands of years ago. The reliquary was his ticket to breaking through to the Immortal realm.Suma Fen had just finished planning to enter the Jinzhi Tribe's territory when the dry trees in the Forest of Death shook violently. A whistling sound containing tremendous power rang out."Suit!""A SAINT expert? Are there experts of that rank even in the middle of this forest? These people in the Jinzhi Tribe secretly harbor a lot of high-ranking experts," Suma Fen thought as he frowned. His body then became a shadow, disappearing and hiding within the domain he created.Five breaths passed, and an older man appeared like the wind. His face looked authoritative. His clothes were all black and decorated with braided ropes of various colors - red, white, yellow, green, and blue - around his waist.He wore a headdress made of black woven clot
Fish Intestine Sword.
But to the patriarch's surprise, the grey-robed man suddenly turned his body quickly and invisibly. The man's right hand extended forward to casually greet the Fish Intestine Sword's attack."Arrogant! You think this sword is just a mere kitchen knife?" thought Ye Gun Cheng, still feeling dumbfounded by the audacity in the grey robe."Break!" snapped Ye Gun Cheng as he added pure air to the sword's tip. He hoped that the grey robe's hand would crumble into mush when it came into contact with the Fish Intestine Sword.Trang!Ye Gun Cheng's heart suddenly sank, and he felt his honor come crashing down. The grey robe's two fingers lightly clamped down on the Fish Intestine Sword—one of the artifacts left behind by the previous patriarchs, used for generations since five hundred years ago.A cold snorting sound could be heard from the grey robe."Impossible!... It's just a dream, isn't it?" hissed Patriarch Ye. He had exerted ninety parts of his pure air into the sword, yet all of his tec
Mr. Abror's Tavern.
As the morning approaches, the sun rises high in the sky. Fresh, forest-scented air fills the atmosphere, especially the smell of pine leaves and trunks, which have their distinctive aroma. This scent floats away with the gentle breeze.Jinzhi Tribal Village, located on the edge of the Thousand-Year Pine Forest, has a strong pine aura. In the beginning, long ago, this tribal group preferred to live in the trees, forming their own tree houses, and were reluctant to settle on the ground in one place.But over time, the people of this tribe began to choose to settle in the land they now occupy, which is named Jinzhi Tribal Village. Although they have chosen to settle down in one place, this does not mean that the younger generation of the Jinzhi Tribe has forgotten their customs—not at all.The young people of the Jinzhi tribe still choose to work as hunters in the Thousand-Year Pine Forest. Another side hustle is processing rare plants from the forest into medicines, especially deadly p
Mr. Abror's Tavern – Part II.
Suma Fen asked indifferently, "What kind of luck did Mr. Abror get? It must be something very precious. You even said that the name is the bearer of luck in your life." Suma Fen walked towards a table in the tavern; he continued to try to pry for information."That is... uh, would you like to order food or drinks?" asked Mr. Abror, trying to change the conversation."Please bring a bowl of plain porridge, stir-fried vegetables with a spicy flavor, and a cup of forest jasmine tea for my breakfast," he said while enjoying the morning silence. "You haven't even told me what good fortune you've had after taking the name Lord Abror?"Suma Fen poured cold water into the bowl, his movements gentle and calm, unlike those of someone in the middle of an interrogation.Then, words flowed from Mr. Abror's mouth like river water. He recounted that he and his men had accidentally entered the Thousand-Year Pine Forest to hunt some time ago.However, within the millennia-old forest, they found many m
Mr. Abror's Tavern - Part III.
Thus, this older man deliberately gave the impression that Suma Fen was about to buy a copy of the cooking recipe for 100,000 energy stones. In fact, this old man cleverly delayed taking the copy from the warehouse and deliberately said aloud that he would give it to him tonight."Isn't the current hour too far away from tonight? This old fox wants to take advantage of the time gap to accept other offers from people who intend to reduce prices," Suma Fen thought.Suma Fen glanced at the group of guests who were pretending to order food. Most people staying at Mr. Abror's inn were middle- and upper-ranked Boundless Realm experts.Everyone seemed indifferent, but he noticed that most of the experts occasionally glanced at him and Mr. Abror, who started talking loudly to show off the price of his invention.+++Tonight in Jinzhi Village was a dramatic night. The large Full Moon glistened with a soft light like wheat's. The thin clouds that remained in the sky were quickly blown away by t