Legend of Dragon Son-in-law-Chapter 1318: The Boastful Taoist

"Quanell Reed, I’m truly sorry for bothering you to make a move this time. The remuneration of five billion is all in the card." On an off-road military vehicle, Marshal took out a bank card from his chest and stuffed it into the hands of the Taoist sitting next to him.

"Exorcising demons and protecting the Dao is what I ought to do. You’re too courteous, Marshal! However, this money will be donated to my sect, and I definitely won’t keep it for myself." The Taoist naturally pocketed the card, then changed the subject, pointing at the snow outside the window: "Your Deep Cold is so remote, how do you have hydroelectric power?"

"Not to hide anything from you, about twenty miles from the Deep Cold headquarters castle, there’s a nuclear reactor. All the water and electricity for the headquarters fortress are supplied from there."

The Marshal spoke truthfully.

The monk that Devlin had invited, he felt was totally unreliable.

Firstly, back at The North Sea, the Arhat of Homicide had already been killed, which fully proved that the strength of The North Sea prince consort was greater than the Arhat of Homicide.

Secondly, without knowing when, Devlin had disappeared from the Deep Cold headquarters fortress along with Granny Xihua.

He knew Devlin’s character well.

If the Skyslaughtering Arhat was confident enough, this chess player would never leave.

Thus, he used his own long-standing relationships, along with Skyslaughter Sect’s introduction, to invite Quanell Reed from Northern Mount.

Quanell Reed first traveled by plane, then continued by car for nearly a day before approaching the Deep Cold headquarters fortress.

Five billion in remuneration was not a lot.

If he could keep Deep Cold safe, the Marshal would rather spend fifty billion!

"I heard that you are a disciple of an Immortal?" He looked at Quanell Reed and asked aloud.

Rumors spread far and wide that these Taoists on Northern Mount have received guidance from Immortals and can now look down upon all the sects in the world!

Even many people from those sects went to the mountain to seek guidance and, after coming down, admitted their conviction by word of mouth.

As the story was told and retold, it became more divine, until almost everyone believed it.

Meeting Quanell Reed today, the Marshal still had some doubts.

"Of course!" Quanell Reed became animated when it came to this topic: "I am indeed a disciple of the celestial master, having received the true teachings of the heavenly immortals! Forgive my audacious words, but the prince consort of The North Sea you speak of is not worth a single strike of my sword!"

"Is there really an Immortal?" Although the Marshal was one of the top warriors in the martial world, he still held reverence for people from the sects.

Hearing Quanell Reed’s words piqued his curiosity even more.

Immortals?

Some kind of paradigm shift.

"Of course! There are naturally Immortals in the heavens, I wouldn’t have believed it had I not seen them with my own eyes." In Quanell Reed’s eyes shone admiration: "Those heavenly Immortals are also ranked in different tiers, and my master, named ’Western Emperor’, is a War God in heaven!"

Recalling the image of someone in flowing white robes, his heart surged with excitement!

"Incredible." Marshal said half skeptical and half believing, always feeling that the Taoist before him was talking big, like a swindler.

Yet, it was Skyslaughter Sect that personally vouched and introduced him, plus the five billion US Dollars to invite this real deal.

The Marshal felt uncertain!

If it turned out to be a swindler, losing money was the least of his worries; he was scared of staking his life.

"Let me tell you, there’s almost no one in this world that I can’t beat." Quanell Reed spoke confidently, continuing with his story of accepting the teachings of an Immortal.

"Back in the days, when the Western Emperor came to Northern Mount, I, along with our Sect Leader, went to serve him. The Immortal saw our utmost sincerity and casually bestowed upon us a move and a half! It was precisely this move and a half that stopped Shushan from daring to come to challenge us!" Quanell Reed grew more and more excited as he spoke, spraying Marshal’s face with spittle.

The Marshal, who had harbored some belief at first, suddenly looked grim.

Those five billion US Dollars, it seemed, were likely to go down the drain.

Often, those who boast a lot, lack real ability.

Dogs that bite don’t bark.

Marshal remained silent the entire way, while Quanell Reed spent the journey talking about his encounter with the so-called Western Emperor.

Finally.

The vehicle stopped inside the Deep Cold headquarters castle.

Marshal opened the car door, having no more hope in Quanell Reed.

Now, all he could do was pray that the Skyslaughtering Arhat could hold back the prince consort of The North Sea, or else he would have to flee himself.

"Marshal, The North Sea is less than an hour’s drive from us, and this Quanell Reed you’ve invited..." Just as Marshal got out of the car, a Deep Cold lieutenant-general approached him.

The harsh blizzard seemed to have become the norm here.

"Don’t mention that rotten Taoist!" Marshal grimaced and asked, "Where is the Skyslaughtering Arhat?"

The North Sea army was pressing down; he had to confirm with the Penetrating Heaven Arhat once more.

"Inside the house." The general asked in a low voice: "The Taoist in the carriage..."

"Don’t bother with him, tell the brothers to get the cannons ready! As soon as you see someone, blast them to death!" Marshal, wearing a black military coat, walked towards the hall with a somber face.

"Ah!"

Quanell Reed had just gotten out of the carriage and was immediately shivering from the cold.

The key point was, not a single person came to greet him.

He was still wearing his Taoist robes and cloth shoes.

Once those cloth shoes stepped into the snow, the bone-chilling coldness swept over his feet in an instant.

"Damn it! If I catch a cold and it hits my kidneys, how much goji berry water will I have to drink!"

He dashed through the snow, following the path the Marshal had taken, and arrived at the glass door of the hall.

"Immortal!"

Although the Marshal paid no attention to Quanell Reed, General Deep Cold was somewhat polite.

He pushed the glass door open, ushered Quanell Reed inside, and that was it.

"Damn it, what the hell is going on?"

Quanell Reed stood alone in the hall, unable to even find a cup of hot water.

"This 50 billion, it’s damn too hard to earn!" Thinking of the 50 billion in his pocket, he could only wait downstairs. freeωebnovēl.c૦m

The Northern Border, is truly cold.

However, while chatting with the Marshal in the car, he did recall something.

It seemed that his fellow disciples had mentioned seeing the Western Emperor reveal himself in Five-river Province?

That’s probably bullshit.

The Western Emperor hadn’t come to Northern Mount for many years.

According to past patterns, the Western Emperor should have revealed himself on the mountain years ago.

"Ah!"

Quanell Reed simply stopped thinking about it.

Immortals are not just someone you can meet by wishing to.

"Arhat, I’m relying on you this time! The lives of thousands of my men in Deep Cold depend on you! Just stop the North Sea invasion, and I’m willing to offer a fortune to honor the gods and Buddhas as a kind of incense money." While Quanell Reed was lost in thought on the first floor, Marshal was following the Penetrating Heaven Arhat, incessantly reminding him.

This was his last straw for survival.

"Please rest assured, your reverence, this monk is confident that within half a minute, they can be converted." The Penetrating Heaven Arhat’s face was full of confidence, his hands continuously clutching the black Buddha Beads.

"Eh, a Taoist?"

Just as he came down the stairs, the Penetrating Heaven Arhat noticed Quanell Reed standing in the hall.

"Your friend?" He turned his head to look at the Marshal.

Not good!

The Marshal inwardly cursed.

If the Penetrating Heaven Arhat found out he had secretly sought reinforcements, disaster would befall him!

Moreover, this one was just a pretender!

A bluffing Taoist!

"Indeed! I am Marcel Reed, where does this monk hail from?" Quanell Reed took off his cloth shoes and knocked them against the wall.

The snow kept falling out.

"West Sea." A murderous aura suddenly rose from the Penetrating Heaven Arhat!

"This monk asks you, between Buddha and Tao, which is stronger and which is weaker?"

He squinted his eyes, spinning the Buddha Beads faster and faster.

The gods and Buddhas of West Sea have decreed that Buddhism and Taoism cannot coexist!

"I’m strong, you’re weak!" Marcel Reed brought his shoes up to his nose for a sniff, then frowned and put them back on his feet.