[1-200] MY SWORD INTENT CAN BE INFINITELY IMPROVED

Chapter 69: I Haven 't Thought about That Question

Translator: Daoist6fubtiW

“Jiang Xiaoyu?”

Feng Chengyou paused for a moment, as he had no recollection of this name.

However, Chu Sen, who was behind him, realized something.

Su Yang had already spoken, and this matter couldn’t be concealed any longer.

He could only step forward reluctantly and say, “Reporting to Lord Su, Jiang Xiaoyu is one of my disciples.”

The entire people of Linjiang City bred venomous snakes, and he was responsible for coordinating and managing the collection of snakes. So, some information would naturally reach his ears.

Su Yang had asked this question, and Feng Chengyou already had a good idea of what was happening. “Alright, take me to find him.”

“Yes, Lord Su.”

Chu Sen bent his body and quickly agreed.

Fortunately, he remembered where Jiang Xiaoyu lived.

With Chu Sen leading the way, they walked toward Jiang Xiaoyu’s residence.

However, Chu Sen felt extremely anxious along the way. Su Yang said he wanted an explanation from the mastermind behind the snake-keeping incident. But he was the one who had done it. How could he explain to Su Yang?

After a short distance, they arrived at a courtyard.

This courtyard usually housed six disciples, not just Jiang Xiaoyu alone.

At this moment, they could see a person in the courtyard washing clothes.

However, the clothes in front of him were quite numerous.

Upon closer inspection, this person was young, no more than sixteen, with a slender figure. Some visible bruises and injuries covered his skin.

Even before confirming with Chu Sen, Su Yang could already determine the person’s identity.

Su Yang waved his hand, indicating for everyone to wait there, and he entered the courtyard alone.

“Are you Jiang Xiaoyu?”

The slender young man, who was washing clothes, looked up in confusion when he saw a well-dressed young man of noble bearing appear before him.

At a glance, the other person seemed ordinary.

But upon closer inspection, it was like an ocean.

“Yes, Your Honor, I am indeed Jiang Xiaoyu.” He stood up. He didn’t recognize Su Yang, but he recognized the official attire.

“Are these clothes yours?” Su Yang looked at the pile of Snake Gate attire.

“No, Your Honor,” Jiang Xiaoyu calmly replied. “Most of them belong to my senior brothers.”

While Jiang Xiaoyu spoke, Su Yang could clearly sense a hint of anger through his sword intent, but he suppressed it.

Looking at Jiang Xiaoyu’s injuries and the way he was being oppressed within the sect, Su Yang felt a trace of sadness.

This was the outcome of being kind without strength.

This was the way of the world. Good people rarely received good outcomes. Who would be willing to be a good person?

Even if Jiang Xiaoyu was one now, would he continue to be one if he continued to be oppressed?

To be a good person meant being in opposition to evil.