Chương 238: The Wind Demon Staff, Gu He

Seeing Song Que being so adaptable, the people of the Golden Coin Gang all felt satisfied. Gu He let out a long laugh and began to dispense his grand wisdom to these country bumpkins.

"The reason Du Ruhui dares to bully you like this, Song Que, is because you have no one backing you. You must know that a tree that stands taller than the forest will inevitably be destroyed by the wind. A talented prodigy like you, little brother, naturally draws the targets of many. If you don't have a massive mountain to shield you from the wind and rain, it's very easy for you to be snapped in half midway."

"Could Gang Leader Gu explain more clearly?" Smelling that something was off, Grandee Song raised an eyebrow and asked.

"Pavilion Master Song, isn't our Gang Leader's meaning clear enough? The Golden Coin Gang is willing to be the backing behind you. With the Gang Leader's protection, Du Ruhui will naturally not dare to continue targeting you," one of the four men accompanying Gu He spoke up.

"Oh, is that so?" Song Que said indifferently. In his heart, he shook his head straightaway. He thought that having been backed into a corner by the Lingjiang Gang, these Golden Coin people would have changed somewhat, understanding the logic that when the lips perish, the teeth grow cold. It seemed he had overestimated these fools. Seemingly oblivious to the subtle change in Grandee Song's tone, Gu He continued, spit flying everywhere:"Exactly! Little brother Song, your potential is clear for all to see.

In the future, surpassing us old fogeys is a given. Therefore, you shouldn't waste your energy on pointless matters; just concentrate entirely on your cultivation. Right now, you might as well submit to me entirely. Let my people manage your businesses for you while you focus solely on the martial path. With this old man to guide and teach you, in a few years you might even break through to the First-Rate realm. By then, taking over the Golden Coin Gang in my place wouldn't be a bad idea, right?"

He originally thought these people came to seek cooperation to jointly resist the Lingjiang Gang. But hearing this, Grandee Song's heart turned cold. With such short-sighted people who were only concerned with greedy plundering even when death was knocking at their door, there was no hope to be found. Too lazy to talk much further with them, he straightforwardly refused:"Many thanks for Gang Leader Gu's kind intentions, but I am perfectly fine continuing to be the boss here, free and unrestrained."

Hearing this, Gu He was taken aback. This kid actually dared to be so unappreciative of his good intentions and refused? But thinking of those high-quality businesses under his control, Old Gu suppressed his annoyance and tried to persuade him further:"Little brother Song, perhaps you haven't realized the problem yet. Without anyone to protect you, your Moon-Lacking Pavilion could be wiped out by someone at any time. When that happens, let alone continuing to be the boss, even your life might not be spared.

You need to think this through carefully." Heh! Thinking you can swallow Your Father's entire Moon-Lacking Pavilion without shedding a single drop of blood just by relying on a broken mouth? Do you think you're Zhuge Liang? As for his beautifully worded promise of taking over the Golden Coin Gang after a few years of cultivation, the group just treated it as a joke, laughing it off and letting it pass. This guy was still in the prime of his life; only ghosts knew when he would actually retire.

Furthermore, if Song Que was truly stupid enough to accept, all that awaited him was being screwed over and killed. Although Du Ruhui was narrow-minded, he was at least a formidable overlord. These pigs were far worse than Old Du. Ignoring Gu He's threatening tone, Song Que disdainfully shook his head and sneered:"Life and death are determined by fate. As martial artists, why think so much? If enemies come to our door, we fight back.

If Gang Leader Gu came to discuss cooperation to jointly resist the Lingjiang Gang, we could still talk a bit. If not, let's not discuss this any further, lest we hurt our relationship." Hearing this, Gu He's expression instantly turned icy.

"Surnamed Song, don't be ungrateful. Our Gang Leader only offered to help you out of his love for talent, yet you dare to push your luck and demand a yard when given an inch. With your broken little gang, you want to cooperate with the Golden Coin Gang? Are you even worthy?" A gang member behind Gu He suddenly shouted. This content has been misappropriated from Royal Road; report any instances of this story if found elsewhere. The atmosphere inside the Discussion Hall instantly froze.

Glancing disdainfully at the man who had just spoken, Grandee Song sneered:"Heh heh, harboring greed and wanting to swallow this Young Master's businesses, yet managing to speak so grandiosely. With just the few of you, you want to act as my backing? Is your Golden Coin Gang even worthy? Gang Leader Gu, let me speak frankly. To the Lingjiang Gang, wiping out your Golden Coin Gang or wiping out my Moon-Lacking Pavilion makes little difference. Don't flatter yourself." Bam!

Furious, Gu He smashed the tea table beside him with a single palm, stood up, and gritted his teeth darkly:"Brat, are you courting death?"

"Hmph!" Not showing the slightest weakness, Grandee Song stood up, glared right back at him, and enunciated every word:"Want to kill me? Relying on just the few of you, you're not even close to being qualified." Where was this place? This was the Headquarters of the Moon-Lacking Pavilion! Tens of Second-Rate experts, hundreds of Third-Rate experts, and countless gang members were gathered here. Even if these five guys had heaven-defying abilities, if they dared to act recklessly, they would definitely die as well.

"You..."

"Good, good, good..." The members of the Golden Coin Gang were humiliated into anger. Gu He's expression was equally dark as he continuously spat out three 'goods'.

"Brat, it seems you still don't know how powerful a First-Rate martial artist is." Heh! If Your Father told you I've already killed a First-Rate martial artist, would you believe it? Compared to Yao Lie of the Heavenly Ghost Sect, Gu He was obviously inferior. Song Que could clearly discern the gap between the two just from their auras. After all, Old Yao was produced by a renowned, orthodox sect, while who knew from which mud puddle Gu He had emerged.

Furthermore, if he truly possessed ability, he wouldn't have been forced by Du Ruhui to shrink his head and hide in a corner to breathe oxygen. If it weren't for the Frightening Swan Sword Sect and the government secretly hindering Old Du, this guy would have long since been smashed to death. However, these words were too hurtful, and Song Que felt no need to rip off people's scabs. Doing so would only thoroughly sever ties with the Golden Coin Gang.

He merely smiled indifferently:"It seems Gang Leader Gu is very confident in his own strength. Alright, how about this? Today, my two followers and I wish to seek guidance from Gang Leader Gu's profound skills. If you win, everything is negotiable. If you lose, then I invite everyone to stay for a simple meal before heading home. What do you think, Gang Leader Gu?"

"Are your words true?" Although infuriated by the slight, Gu He's heart began to surge with excitement. Raising a hand to stop the other gang members from voicing their objections, Song Que nodded decisively:"My words are naturally true, on the prerequisite that you can actually win."

"Good, good! It seems Pavilion Master Song is also very confident in his own martial arts. Then today, this old man shall seek guidance from the profound skills of you master and servants."

"Excellent. This is no place for a spar. Let's head outside the South Gate right now. After you!"

"After you!" With that said, the two sides, trailing a long line of Pavilion brothers, immediately set off for the South Gate. Along the way, seeing the commotion, the crowd of melon-eating onlookers didn't hesitate. They once again called out to their friends and dragged their companions along, tailing right behind. In the end, the disturbance reached even the various bigwigs in the city, forcing them to hurriedly drop their work and rush out of the city to observe the battle.......

South Gate, over a hundred zhang outside the city walls. The people of the Moon-Lacking Pavilion formed a long line, blocking everyone from exiting the city. Those with enough face found spots on the city walls to watch the battle; the rest could only try to squeeze and push, standing on their tiptoes to peer over. Song Que, Xiong Ba, Nie Feng, and Gu He were currently standing ten zhang apart, facing each other. The purpose of today's battle was to establish dominance.

Grandee Song wasn't in a hurry to start, leisurely waiting for everyone to arrive. Gu He also had the intention of putting them in their place, so his attitude was extremely casual. After waiting for a while until the crowd was just about fully assembled, Song Que finally nodded in satisfaction:"Gang Leader Gu, your reputation has preceded you like thunder piercing the ears. Today, us three brothers shall seek guidance from the ferocity of the Wind Demon Staff."

"Haha, this is merely to offer you some pointers. There is no need to use weapons. Little brother Song, come at me!" The gap between a First-Rate expert and anyone below was like the difference between heaven and earth. Let alone these three brats, even against three 6th Grade martial artists, Gu He could easily handle them. Naturally, he wouldn't miss this chance to show off his magnanimity. Heh heh... Grandee Song almost burst out laughing. The Wind Demon Staff not using his staff?

Did this guy think he was 'Universe in the Sleeves' Du Ruhui, or 'Copper Skin and Iron Bones' Song Heavenly Saber? If he dared to use his flesh and blood body to fight against sharp weapons, then today, Grandee Song would show him a few good chops. Since this guy was self-nerfing, Song Que was no longer afraid. He turned his head and spoke to Nie Feng and Xiong Ba:"Step back. Let me be the first to seek guidance from Gang Leader Gu's profound skills."

"Understood, Young Master!" The two shouted in unison, taking a few steps back to make room for the duel. Gripping the Black Iron Saber tightly in his hand, Song Que's battle intent soared as he shouted in a deep voice:"Gang Leader Gu, please!" Looking at this brat's commendable courage—yet clearly having a broken brain, not knowing the immensity of heaven and earth—a trace of ruthlessness flashed in Gu He's eyes as he spoke coldly:"Since you are a junior, this old man shall let you have the first three moves."

If there was an advantage to be taken, only a fool wouldn't take it. Grandee Song didn't dilly-dally. Without another word, he charged forward like a bolt of lightning. His entire body seemed to transform into a pouncing tiger. Leaping high into the air, he gripped his saber tightly with both hands and slashed down with a chilling aura.

"Slash!" Gu He's face remained as calm as a placid lake. With both hands still clasped behind his back, he unhurriedly and effortlessly shifted his feet. Tilting his body slightly, he gracefully dodged the strike. That posture truly radiated the demeanor of a transcendent expert. Right at this moment, an unforeseen change occurred.