Eternal Saber-Chapter 329 - 50: The Origins of Ghost Concealment (Part 2)

Chapter 329: Chapter 50: The Origins of Ghost Concealment (Part 2)

"He just inquired about Ghost Concealment’s whereabouts, and he’s already harboring murderous intent!"

Wu Ji scoffed, shaking his big head with a smirk, "Liu Shou, you usually pride yourself on being smart, but you’ve guessed wrong this time. Ghost Concealment is like a phantom, elusive. If she wants to hide, how could Chen Tang possibly find her?"

Liu Shou replied indifferently, "Chen Tang doesn’t need to look for her; as soon as he leaves Shadow Tower, Ghost Concealment will come for him."

"Huh?"

Wu Ji was taken aback.

Liu Shou continued, "Although Ghost Concealment has lost an arm, Chen Tang has also consumed a lot today after the battle, and he no longer has the Lion’s Roar as a trump card."

"Ghost Concealment has surely witnessed Chen Tang’s methods. Without outside interference, if the two fight again, it’s uncertain who will live or die. She didn’t stay at Shadow Tower because she intends to kill him at the first opportunity!"

Wu Ji muttered, "The two of them are thinking the same thing?"

After a pause, Wu Ji added, "No, that’s not right, Chen Tang didn’t even bring a weapon."

Liu Shou said, "You’ve forgotten, when Chen Tang faced attacks from Hasshaku, Qian Chuan, and Sickle today, he was unarmed, and he barehandedly killed Sickle."

Lady Yun suddenly stood up, "You two keep an eye on the shop, I’m going out for a while."

After speaking, Lady Yun went into the kitchen and disappeared.

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Chen Tang, with a bundle on his back, wandered around the city after leaving Shadow Tower.

At this time, the sky was getting dark, and the streets were less crowded.

However, Chen Tang deliberately avoided the crowd, weaving in and out of dim alleys and corners.

After a long time, Chen Tang stopped in front of a dilapidated and desolate house, pushed the door open, and entered.

On the first night in Qianzhu City, while being pursued by numerous hermits, he had temporarily hidden here.

Once inside and after closing the door, Chen Tang spoke softly, "Come out."

The surroundings were silent.

"Come out, let’s have a talk."

After a moment, Chen Tang addressed the air around him again.

Still, there was no response.

Chen Tang was in no hurry, remaining calm.

A silhouette slowly emerged from a dark corner, silently appearing behind Chen Tang.

Chen Tang, sensing something, turned to look.

Ghost Concealment revealed herself!

Even in the dark, Chen Tang’s eye power could clearly see Ghost Concealment’s face.

During their previous encounter, in the thin line between life and death, he hadn’t had a chance to observe.

Now, studying her closely, he noticed Ghost Concealment’s delicate features, sallow complexion, pitch-black eyes, and a cold, dim gaze devoid of light, seemingly lifeless.

As Chen Tang observed Ghost Concealment, she was also scrutinizing him.

Ghost Concealment found it odd.

What was this man’s intent?

Furthermore, he was only Fifth Grade, yet could see through my movements?

In reality, Ghost Concealment was the only one in this realm who could deceive Chen Tang’s "Wind Listening Technique".

Unless the "Wind Listening Technique" was combined with Entering the Divine State, Chen Tang couldn’t have discovered Ghost Concealment.

He knew, once he appeared, Ghost Concealment would definitely be watching him.

"Don’t be nervous."

Chen Tang waved his hand, "We’re not fighting today, just chatting."

Ghost Concealment was speechless.

This man was utterly ridiculous.

Who’s fighting you?

I intend to kill you!

Of course, Ghost Concealment didn’t laugh.

She remained expressionless.

"I know you must find this strange, but today I really don’t want to fight..."

Chen Tang tried to explain, but found himself at a loss for words.

Even he couldn’t quite articulate what he meant.

Perhaps, it was because Ghost Concealment reminded him of Zhiwei.

Or perhaps, it was out of sympathy for Ghost Concealment’s pitiful background.

Or maybe, it was because Ghost Concealment knew the Dragon Capturing Technique, reminding him of Emperor Wu.

And it could also be because today was New Year’s Day, an unsuitable time for bloodshed.

Of course, it might also be because he was tired himself.

Since arriving in this world, from slaughtering his way out of Changze County, Chen Tang’s hands had been stained with blood, countless souls perished by his blade, and he had grown numb, accustomed to it all.

Being in the Jianghu leaves one powerless.

But today, Chen Tang wanted to take control for once.

After gesturing for a while without finding the words, he finally sighed, "Anyway, after today, we’ll decide life and death another time."

Ghost Concealment tilted her head slightly, although still expressionless, her eyes showed a hint of confusion, as if asking why.

"But it’s New Year’s Day."

Chen Tang smiled, picking up a dust-covered, cobweb-coated, dilapidated table, gave it a quick wipe, and placed his bundle on it.

"Do you know what New Year’s Day is?"

Chen Tang asked again.

Ghost Concealment’s expression remained unchanged.

Chen Tang lowered his head, undoing the bundle while muttering, "When you were trafficked here, you probably weren’t old enough to remember. I learned that your family is actually from Nanxia of the Divine Land. Over there, today is a very special day."

Ghost Concealment’s eyes flickered slightly, seemingly touched.

But Chen Tang didn’t notice it.

He took out the leftover food from his bundle, the leftovers from what he and Ye Yushi had eaten, and placed them on the table, continuing to mutter, "Today, every household in the Divine Land prepares a sumptuous feast, family members gather to celebrate."

"You have no family here, and you hermits have no friends, but it’s alright, I brought you some food, it’s just leftovers, don’t mind..."

Ghost Concealment said nothing, just quietly listened to Chen Tang.

The hand holding her dagger gradually relaxed.

"Eat up."

Chen Tang pointed to the array of dishes, smiling as he spoke.

Ghost Concealment remained still, unmoved.

Chen Tang thought for a moment, "Talking about it has made me a bit hungry."

With that, he picked up chopsticks and tasted a few bites of each dish before moving away.

Ghost Concealment still didn’t move.

But she understood Chen Tang’s intention, a ripple briefly passing through her heart before regaining tranquility.

"Alright, there’s nothing else to say."

Chen Tang headed towards the door, "After tonight, next time we meet, don’t hold back. But I must remind you, your left arm is useless, better heal before finding me."

"With one arm, Ghost Concealment won’t be able to kill me."

Ghost Concealment’s gaze turned cold, suddenly raising her right arm, the dagger slicing through the air, a cold wind brushing by.

Chen Tang was startled, relieved to see Ghost Concealment was merely feinting.

He noticed her lips seemed to curl slightly, causing him to pause.

But when he looked again, Ghost Concealment’s face was expressionless, as if the previous moment was imagined.

Chen Tang shook his head and left, heading towards Shadow Tower.

Not far away, a graceful figure lay on the rooftop, the woman’s body nearly blending with the tiles, her eyes fixed intently through the cracks on the two in the house.

Only after Chen Tang left did she relax.

Her figure moved, silently slipping from the eaves, walking away, letting out a soft laugh, "That kid is so peculiar, scared me half to death."

In a corner.

A blind man leaned on a cane, blending into the surroundings; even if someone walked by, they wouldn’t notice him!

At this moment, the blind man faced the woman on the eaves, as if seeing her, watching until she left before looking back at the rundown house.

Inside the house.

Ghost Concealment pricked up her ears, listening intently for a while, confirming Chen Tang had left, she moved forward slowly.

Staring at the table full of food, Ghost Concealment took out a Silver Needle from her bosom, testing each dish.

The Silver Needle didn’t change color.

Actually, Chen Tang tasting each dish earlier was to show her the food wasn’t poisoned.

She understood Chen Tang’s intent.

But she would still prefer to test once herself.

Ghost Concealment picked up a piece of dry rations, eating it in small bites, occasionally nibbling on some vegetables.

She barely touched the meat.

A strong hermit must also strictly control their diet.

After a few bites, Ghost Concealment stopped.

Even the finest delicacies were merely sustenance to her, a means to replenish physical strength.

They weren’t particularly tasty, nor were they unappetizing.

The food was cold leftovers, the rations long since chilled.

Yet somehow, she found tonight’s meal somewhat delicious.

Yes, very delicious.

Ghost Concealment gradually closed her eyes, feeling somewhat satisfied.