Xuanxia

Chapter 132 Nebula Order

Fu Qingzhou took a few steps back and watched the killers fall heavily to the ground one after another.

Their bodies were full of iron fragments, the flames had severely burned their skin, and their red clothes had all turned black.

But they did not die. Even though they were seriously injured, they still vomited blood, forced themselves to get up and fight again.

But Fu Qingzhou will not give them this opportunity.

He looked at the killers coldly, took a few steps back, reached out to a vine hanging from a big tree nearby, and pulled it hard.

Swish, swish, swish!
Countless sharpened wooden stakes shot in from all directions at once. The six killers had just managed to stand up when they were nailed all over their bodies by the stakes coming from all directions.

Blood mist splattered, swords broke and bones shattered.

The six killers no longer had any breath of life and fell to the ground and died one after another.

Fu Qingzhou let out a long sigh and then realized that his hands were shaking a little.

That was caused by shooting the bow too many times in a short period of time.

Although the big bow is good, the bow force is too great. Shooting eight or ten arrows does not feel anything, but if the number increases by a few more rounds, his hands will be unable to withstand it.

"But... fortunately, I finally escaped unscathed and survived this round of pursuit."

This is only the first night. If I get injured tonight, the next two nights will be very difficult.

The area around the ruined temple was littered with the corpses of assassins and broken traps, but Fu Qingzhou didn't have the energy to clean them up now. He dragged his tired body towards the ruined temple... Anyway, there would be no assassins coming during the day tomorrow, so he could take a rest.

Just then, the voice of the smoker suddenly sounded in his mind.

"Hey, Fu boy, someone else is here."

Fu Qingzhou's pupils shrank!
He suddenly raised his head and looked towards the sky - the moonlight was vast and the bright moon was still hanging high in the sky.

It took him less than half an hour to kill those killers.

But Yue Heng seemed to have said before...the hunt would last for three hours every night?!

"Oops……"

He gritted his teeth and asked, "How many people are here?"

"One." The smoker said hoarsely, "This person is much stronger than you. You should... not be his opponent."

Fu Qingzhou felt a chill in his heart. He took a deep breath, tightened his grip on the bow, and slowly pulled out the iron arrow from the quiver and held it in his hand.

"Haha... young man, don't be nervous. I'm not a killer."

At this moment, a calm and gentle middle-aged male voice sounded in the forest: "Tonight's hunt is over. I am just a deacon of the Nebula Chamber of Commerce."

Fu Qingzhou did not relax his vigilance, but silently put the arrow on the bow and looked around for the source of the sound.

The male voice didn't mind and continued with a smile: "Senior Zuo recommended you to perform this escort mission, so we adjusted the assassin level. Despite this, your performance tonight is still amazing."

"Originally we should have waited until you completed your three-day escort before sending out the invitation, but..."

"Considering your identity, background, and strength, we have decided to invite you tonight to become a guest of the White Party of the Nebula Chamber of Commerce."

Fu Qingzhou frowned.

He probably believed this man now, but he was still a little confused: "Guest official from Bai Fang?"

"good."

The man said, "We at Xingyun Chamber of Commerce accept any business, and of course, we accept missions like tonight's, such as escorting and rescuing people. This is what the White Guest does. In addition, there are some shady and dirty jobs that require the Black Guest to do."

"You can tell us your offer - it can be anything, not just money."

"Treasures, weapons, secret manuals, elixirs, or even something or someone... As long as the price is reasonable, we can negotiate." "Wherever Dayan Jiangshan reaches, there is our Xingyun Chamber of Commerce; wherever Dayan Jiangshan does not reach, there is also our Xingyun Chamber of Commerce."

"Young Master Fu, joining us will bring you hundreds of benefits and no harm."

Fu Qingzhou finally understood.

This is a large secret intermediary organization.

This is quite interesting... If you are a guest official of the White Party and occasionally want to make money or need something, you can ask them if they have any tasks.

Moreover, their intelligence capabilities are obviously very strong. They called themselves young men at the beginning, but in the blink of an eye they called themselves "Young Master Fu" and mentioned their "identity background", which clearly showed that they already knew my origins.

"What if I want to ask you to do something?"

He asked loudly: "Or... to get some information?"

The man chuckled and said, "As long as the price is reasonable, we can certainly do it. Of course, doing business requires honesty and integrity. If you want to buy intelligence from our Chamber of Commerce, the price will be a bit high. It's better to go directly to Qianfang Baixiaolou."

"Interesting, the price is quite transparent?" Fu Qingzhou smiled: "Okay, I agree."

Becoming a guest official of the Nebula Chamber of Commerce would be of great benefit to one's future career.

Seeing that he agreed, the man's voice was obviously happy: "Not bad, not bad, then please accept this order——"

Before he finished speaking, something flew towards him from the forest at a steady pace.

Fu Qingzhou stretched out his hand to take it, and it felt slightly heavy in his hand. It was actually a finely carved iron plate.

The word "Nebula" is engraved on the front of the iron plate, which is simple and clear, and there is a pattern of three interlocking circles on the back.

"This is the Xingyun Order. Anyone holding this order can enjoy a 20% discount when spending at any business under the Chamber of Commerce." The man said with a smile, "If you don't know which shops belong to the Chamber of Commerce, please pay attention to the flags and gates."

"As long as you see the same pattern as the one on the Nebula Order, it is the Chamber of Commerce's property."

Fu Qingzhou nodded slightly and clasped his fists towards Shan Lin: "Thank you."

"You're welcome." The male voice gradually faded away: "As the first mission for you as a guest in the Chamber of Commerce, we will give you a small gift - the person you killed today will be collected by our people. You should have a good rest and wait for the assassin to arrive tomorrow night..."

Soon, there was no movement in the forest.

"Let's go." The smoker said leisurely, "This guy must be a cultivator. He must be at least at the seventh or eighth level of spiritual enlightenment. He's pretty powerful."

Fu Qingzhou shook his head and weighed the Nebula Order in his hand: "Whether he is in the seventh realm or the eighth realm has nothing to do with me, as long as he is not a killer."

When he returned to the dilapidated temple, Yue Heng was still sleeping soundly.

The blood and fire flying outside had no effect on him at all. Even the horse that Fu Qingzhou rode was frightened away in the battle. He even changed to a more comfortable sleeping position than before, and his saliva was flowing out in his sleep.

"I envy this guy's mental state."

Fu Qingzhou took off his bow and arrow, sat down on the straw mat, and breathed a sigh of relief.

Although the battle was not long this night, I was exhausted. I just don’t know what kind of killer will come tomorrow night?
He took the wine that Yue Heng had previously poured himself a glass and drank it all in one gulp.

There were faint noises outside the window, but he didn't care.

Those people were the "corpse collectors" mentioned by the Chamber of Commerce steward before. They dragged the killer's body away swiftly and skillfully.

The moonlight poured in through the window, shining on Fu Qingzhou's face, bringing out a hint of drunken blush.

"This wine is quite strong, isn't it?"

He looked down at the empty cup in his hand and laughed dryly: "It turns out that this scholar's alcohol tolerance... is not bad."

(End of this chapter)