295: The Eighteen-Year Agreement

Seeing Duan Zhengchun's expression, the Waiter immediately understood that he had encountered someone who knew the trade, and his expression became somewhat awkward.

"Well, since the Young Master has asked, you must be someone in the know. You should understand that farm cattle cannot be slaughtered at will."

"Of course, it's not like there aren't any. It's mainly a matter of reporting it to the government."

Duan Zhengchun nodded and said nothing more.

Huang Rong looked at Duan Zhengchun in shock. What had she just heard?

The Second City Lord of Xueyue City actually owed him a debt? This was big news.

The Second City Lord of Xueyue City—who in the Nine States Continent didn't know of her? She was a Sword Immortal. How could such a being owe a debt outside?

"No way? Are you sure you didn't mispeak? The Second City Lord of Xueyue City owes you money?"

"She is a Sword Immortal, how could she owe you money?" Huang Rong looked at Duan Zhengchun in shock.

"I didn't say she owed me money, I only said she owed me a debt, and I am going to collect it," Duan Zhengchun said, shaking his head.

"What debt?" Huang Rong was like a curious baby, intending to get to the bottom of it.

"Why do you care so much? It doesn't seem to have anything to do with you," Duan Zhengchun looked at Huang Rong with a strange expression.

"Hehe, well, I'm just curious, just curious."

"You have to know, that's the Second City Lord of Xueyue City, the Xueyue Sword Immortal. There's almost no gossip about her in the Jianghu."

"Hearing it so suddenly, of course I'm curious."

"Oh, Big Brother, just tell me. If you don't say it, I won't be able to sleep tonight," Huang Rong began to act spoiled.

Wait, what's the situation? I know I'm big, but when did I become your brother?

"No, you're really good at taking an inch and wanting a mile. When did I become your big brother?" Duan Zhengchun looked at Huang Rong with a strange expression.

Is this girl so familiar with everyone? Is this what they call social butterfly syndrome? She doesn't treat herself like an outsider at all.

"You look older than me, and since you're treating me to dinner, it's not too much for me to call you Big Brother, right?" Huang Rong's fair Face turned red as she quickly found an excuse.

She couldn't exactly say, 'You're handsome, and this lady has taken a liking to you.'

Don't I need to save some Face?

"Forget it, there's no harm in telling you."

"She sought me out for a Ask the Sword, and if she lost, she had to agree to one condition," Duan Zhengchun said, then picked up a piece of Braised Beef and began to eat.

The taste could only be described as average, but in this world, it was already considered quite good.

"What?"

Huang Rong immediately exploded upon hearing this, abruptly standing up and crying out in surprise.

However, her actions immediately drew the dissatisfaction of the surrounding diners, who all looked her way. Seeing it was a Little Beggar, they were about to lash out.

But when they saw Duan Zhengchun and Moon Princess sitting opposite her, they immediately held back, muttering a few words under their breath before falling silent.

Huang Rong also realized she had lost her composure and quickly offered an awkward, apologetic smile.

"Is what you just said true? The Xueyue Sword Immortal sought you for a Ask the Sword and actually lost?" Huang Rong asked in a low voice.

"Isn't it obvious!"

"That can't be right? The Xueyue Sword Immortal is a long-renowned Sword Dao Master and is now a powerhouse of the Heavenly Human Realm. She sought you for a Ask the Sword and still lost to you?" Huang Rong looked at Duan Zhengchun with a Face full of suspicion.

"What? Does being older necessarily mean being more powerful? If we go by what you say, wouldn't all those centenarians become Land Immortals?" Duan Zhengchun glanced sideways at Huang Rong.

"Uh, that's not what I meant. Some Prodigy geniuses can indeed achieve that. The Xueyue Sword Immortal is one of those types of existences."

"It's just that if you were really that powerful, how have I never heard of your legend? Among the powerful peers in the Jianghu, there's no one like you," Huang Rong rubbed her chin, frowning in puzzled thought.

"Just because you haven't heard of it doesn't mean it doesn't exist."

"Besides, who in the Jianghu do you think would have the guts to spread rumors about the Xueyue Sword Immortal for no reason?"

"That's true. So, you're also a Sword Dao Master?"

"Then can you tell me your name?" Huang Rong looked at Duan Zhengchun excitedly.

She had thought it over just now but couldn't think of any Genius of the younger generation who matched Duan Zhengchun's image.

"Before asking for someone else's name, shouldn't you introduce yourself first?" Duan Zhengchun looked at Huang Rong with a hint of a smile on his lips.

"Well, my surname is Huang, and my given name is Rong," Huang Rong introduced herself with a smile.

Duan Zhengchun nodded; it was indeed this little girl.

The daughter of the Eastern Heretic, Huang Yaoshi.

Originally, he hadn't thought of Huang Rong, but at the entrance of the restaurant, he had felt someone spying on him.

Under his perception, he immediately found the figure of that person.

Wearing a mask, holding a jade flute, dressed in green robes. With the strength of a Great Grandmaster, combined with the Little Beggar, he thought of Huang Rong's identity.

Now it was confirmed.

"My surname is Duan..."

Duan Zhengchun didn't say his full name, only that his surname was Duan.

As for whether Huang Rong could figure it out, he didn't care.

"Surname Duan? Wait, you said your surname is Duan?"

"Holy... You, you, you are that Prince of Zhennan of Dali, Duan Zhengchun?" Huang Rong was startled and pointed at Duan Zhengchun in shock.

Huang Rong's reaction made Duan Zhengchun unable to resist twitching the corner of his mouth.

It was truly rare to see this girl lose her composure like this.

"Calm down, look at you acting like you've never seen the world," Duan Zhengchun gave Huang Rong an annoyed glare.

"You, you, I, I... No, are you really the Prince of Zhennan of Dali, Duan Zhengchun?" Huang Rong looked at him with a Face of disbelief.

"What? I don't look like him?"

"No, I really didn't mean that."

"If you had said you were Prince Duan, I wouldn't have had so many questions."

"With Prince Duan's strength, it's normal for the Xueyue Sword Immortal not to be your match," Huang Rong looked at Duan Zhengchun somewhat awkwardly.

"What? Is my reputation that useful?" Duan Zhengchun looked at Huang Rong with a half-smile.

"It's useful, absolutely useful. Who in the Jianghu doesn't know the name of Prince Duan now?"

"Among the younger generation, you are definitely the strongest existence, without exception," Huang Rong looked at Duan Zhengchun excitedly.

"Alright, it's not that exaggerated. Eat. If you don't eat now, you won't have the chance later."

"What do you mean? Does someone actually dare to come here and cause trouble?" Huang Rong was stunned and looked at Duan Zhengchun in confusion.

Duan Zhengchun smiled and said nothing. Moon Princess had remained silent on the side, just quietly eating.

Right at that moment, a series of footsteps sounded.

Several figures in strange clothing walked in, led by a blind man leaning on a walking stick.

The newcomers were none other than the Seven Freaks of Jiangnan, Guo Jing's Masters.

"Oh, it looks like something really is about to happen," Huang Rong looked in surprise at the several people walking up.

The Seven Freaks of Jiangnan walked toward a young man in the corner, who was the honest youth named Guo Jing who had greeted her earlier.

Seeing his Masters arrive, Guo Jing immediately went to meet them excitedly.

"Eldest Master, Second Master, Third Master, Fourth Master, Fifth Master, Sixth Master, you've come! Please, have a seat," Guo Jing excitedly helped Ke Zhene to the table.