When Qin Wanwan heard this, she relaxed, stretched out her arms, and fell backward. Her whole body collapsed onto the arena. Before Jian Xingzhi and the others could rush up to the arena, a group of crazed sword cultivators had already charged up. They grabbed Qin Wanwan’s arms and legs, lifted her up, and cheered as they threw her into the air, then cheered again as they caught her.
Jian Xingzhi watched Qin Wanwan from a distance, his eyes shining a radiant light with a satisfied expression of an old father. Cuilu was a little anxious: “Why don’t you quickly get her back and apply medicine?!”
“It’s fine.”
Jian Xingzhi’s eyes were full of appreciation: “Let her enjoy this moment of happiness a little longer.”
This kind of joy that belongs only to the winner must be experienced by Qin Wanwan.
As he spoke, he kept an eye on the injured cultivator not far away. The cultivator was surrounded by a group of people, seemingly from the same sect. The cultivator, as though he were on the brink of death, raised his hand and tightly gripped the sleeve of a young man.
“For me….” he rasped, his words unclear. “Avenge me…”
After saying that, the man turned his head and closed his eyes.
“Not good!!” A little boy beside the young man shouted sharply, “Second Brother is dead!”
“Shut up!” The young man, whose sleeve was grabbed, scolded the little boy, “He just fainted!”
After saying that, the young man turned his head and looked at the cultivator, whose face was swollen from the beating. His eyes filled with sorrow: “Second Junior Brother, don’t worry, just rest. This Senior Brother will definitely avenge you.”
“Senior Brother…..” The little boy hesitated hearing the young man’s words. “He’s not dead, what revenge are you taking?”
“Shut up!” the young man shouted angrily: “Why are you so stupid? Just because he’s not dead doesn’t mean we can’t seek revenge! How can people from the Ju Jian Pavilion be treated like this? As the Senior Brother, I won’t let anyone harm my sect’s disciples without paying the price! I, Yan Wushuang, will make them see how powerful I am!”
As he said that, a trace of viciousness appeared in the young man’s eyes, and he turned his head to look at Qin Wanwan, who was being thrown up and down.
Jian Xingzhi, Cuilu and the others beside him had extraordinary hearing ability and heard these words clearly. The three of them looked at each other and sneered at the same time: “Heh.”
A bunch of scum.
“Let’s take her back first and treat her injuries,” Cuilu said, glancing at Yan Wushuang and the others as if engraving them in her mind. She then instructed Nan Feng, “Go fetch a wheelchair.”
Nan Feng hurried to rent a wheelchair nearby. After Xie Gutang stepped forward and ordered everyone to stop, Jian Xingzhi helped Qin Wanwan down from the stage and placed her in the wheelchair. He looked at her exhausted face, his hands resting on the armrests of the chair: “How do you feel?”
Qin Wanwan looked up at him, her eyes carrying a hint of certainty: “Very good.”
Before Jian Xingzhi could say any more encouraging words, he heard Qin Wanwan speaking, her voice filled with determination: “Anyone who dares to step on my face, I won’t let them off.”
Hearing this, Jian Xingzhi inexplicably felt a sense of guilt. He thought back to the times when he fought without considering such things. He swallowed his saliva: “Actually, stepping on the face isn’t that big of a deal.”
Qin Wanwan looked at him coldly, and Jian Xingzhi hurriedly tried to make amends: “But from today on, I don’t think that way anymore. If someone steps on your face, I believe that person deserves a good beating.”
“That’s right.” Qin Wanwan nodded, “He deserves a beating!”
“Let’s go back,” Xie Gutang said, noticing the conversation between the master and disciple. He glanced at Yan Wushuang and reminded them, “She still needs to apply the medicine.”
Jian Xingzhi nodded, stepped aside, and instructed Xie Gutang, “Push the wheelchair.”
Xie Gutang didn’t say much, understanding that Jian Xingzhi had given up the position so that he could protect Qin Wanwan closely. He said nothing further, pushed the wheelchair and followed Cuilu as the group left together.
As soon as Qin Wanwan and the group left, Yan Wushuang immediately exchanged glances with those around him. He raised his chin, and immediately, a disciple followed Jian Xingzhi and the others.
Jian Xingzhi noticed someone was following them, but he remained silent. The group pushed Qin Wanwan forward and walked leisurely down the road. They deliberately chose narrow alleys and took secluded paths. They moved through the dangerous places, as if they were waiting for someone to make a move.
Qin Wanwan was a little confused by the route they chose, but before she could ask, she heard a soft voice from not far away: “Senior Brother, everyone has prepared their weapons. Are we going to charge in directly?”
Qin Wanwan froze for a moment. The voice was something she detected with her Divine Sense. If it was an ordinary cultivator, they wouldn’t have heard it, but she and Jian Xingzhi, along with the others, could clearly hear it.
She glanced at Jian Xingzhi beside her, who subtly tilted his chin toward the direction of the voice. Qin Wanwan immediately understood, Jian Xingzhi was setting a trap, waiting for them to make a move.
She didn’t say anything, pretending not to hear the chatter from the group of amateurs behind them.
A slightly hoarse female voice sounded, exuding confidence as if her suggestion was well-thought: “No, we need to keep the cost of revenge as low as possible. We shouldn’t all go at once. We need to focus on one person. One of them hurt our Second Senior Brother, so we’ll make only one of them pay the price!”
She spoke with such confidence, as if they could win if they attacked together.
“Then,” a little boy’s voice sounded, “who should we target first?”
As soon as the question was asked, Qin Wanwan and the others immediately perked up, eager to hear who they would choose.
Yan Wushuang thought for a moment before speaking, “Xie Gutang…”
As soon as the words left, everyone turned their eyes to Xie Gutang, and then they heard Yan Wushuang say: “Not, he’s half a step into the God Transformation realm. He’s not easy to catch.”
“Senior Brother’s analysis is correct,” the people from Ju Jian Pavilion still had some brain and nodded in unison: “Xie Gutang won’t do.”
With Xie Gutang passed over, everyone’s attention shifted to themselves, and then they heard the little boy ask, “What about that old woman with the bird feathers?”
“Men shouldn’t bully women,” Yan Wushuang’s reasoning was rather strange: “Besides, she’s either rich or noble, with an extraordinary presence. Her eyes are narrow, and her face has a fierce look. She clearly looks like the type who’s easy to provoke and hard to deal with. Forget about her.”
Hearing this, Qin Wanwan lowered her head and glanced at Cuilu’s clenched fist. While silently mourning for Yan Wushuang’s ignorance. She couldn’t help but feel that his assessment was, in fact, quite accurate.
“Then… let’s just go after the one in the wheelchair. She beat up our Second Senior Brother, so we’ll take revenge on her!”
The child thought for a moment and proposed a plan, but Yan Wushuang quickly dismissed it: “No. Her Sword Intent is extraordinary. Since we’re aiming for low cost, we need to target the weakest one.”
“The weakest one?”
The little boy was puzzled.
Qin Wanwan, along with Jian Xingzhi and the others, turned their gaze toward Nan Feng.
With Xie Gutang, Cuilu, and Qin Wanwan excluded, the remaining choices were Jian Xingzhi and Nan Feng. Who was stronger and who was weaker among the two, it was clear at a glance…
“The good-looking one,” Yan Wushuang said with certainty. Cuilu stumbled for a moment, and everyone restrained their inner surprise and sympathy as they listened to Yan Wushuang seriously analyze, “Look at him. He’s clearly a Nascent Soul cultivator, yet he still resorts to cheating in the competition. What do you think that means?”
“What?”
Everyone was curious.
Yan Wushuang said very logically: “This proves that his cultivation was built up with pills and drugs, and he’s basically a paper tiger, easy to defeat.”
Everyone suddenly understood and felt that it made perfect sense.
“Also, he’s good-looking,” Yan Wushuang continued with his analysis: “Every day, he follows Qin Wanwan around. Look at her, her Sword Intent is extraordinary, and the sword in her hand is a divine weapon. Someone like her must come from a prominent sect. And this beautiful, useless man following her around. What do you think is the identity of this man?”
“What’s his identity?”
The little boy asked, and Yan Wushuang glanced at Jian Xingzhi, then confirmed, word by word, “A male pet.”
He then emphasized, “Qin Wanwan’s beloved male pet.”
Jian Xingzhi and his group: “…..”
The more Yan Wushuang thought about it, the more it seemed to make sense: “He is Qin Wanwan’s property, so humiliating this man is the same as humiliating Qin Wanwan. He’s weak and beautiful, definitely hasn’t been through much hardship. If we capture him and just scare him a bit, he’ll immediately beg for mercy, and we can do whatever we want to him!”
“Senior Brother is absolutely right.” The people from Ju Jian Pavilion had already started imagining the scene where Jian Xingzhi would cry and beg for his master to save him, and they began to wildly praise Yan Wushuang: “As expected of our great Senior Brother!”
“Now there is a problem.”
The little boy asked indifferently, “They’re all walking together, how are you going to tie him up?”
Hearing this, Jian Xingzhi immediately spoke up, “Ah, I just remembered I need to buy something. You guys go ahead.”
Everyone immediately understood that Jian Xingzhi intended to stay behind alone. After a nod, Qin Wanwan waved her hand: “Then we’ll head back first.”
With that, everyone turned around and left. Jian Xingzhi pretended to head off somewhere else to buy something and walked alone in the alley.
“He’s alone!”
As soon as the disciples saw Jian Xingzhi alone, they immediately became excited: “Let’s catch him quickly!”
“No,” Yan Wushuang raised his hand to stop them: “Let’s observe a bit longer, see if he’s truly as weak as we think.”
“He’s quite cautious.”
Hearing Yan Wushuang’s words, 666 immediately relayed the message to Jian Xingzhi: “Master, come on, show them the power of the green tea.”
[T/N: “green tea” (often “绿茶婊” or “绿茶女”) is an internet slang which refers to a type of person who pretends to be innocent or pure while actually being manipulative or calculating.]
Jian Xingzhi immediately understood 666’s meaning after hearing this. He kicked a stone, and with a loud “Ah!” he fell to the ground. He pinched his throat as he shouted, “Ah, it hurts so much.”
Everyone fell silent for a moment, and then the little boy skeptically asked, “Did he just kick a rabbit sized stone and break it?”
“His legs are strong,” Yan Wushuang remarked, “As expected of a male pet.”
“Is this really the time to be talking about that?”
The little boy asked indifferently: “Should we catch him or not?”
Yan Wushuang thought for a moment and then decided: “Catch him!”
Jian Xingzhi was very excited when he heard this. He was ready and waiting for Yan Wushuang to come for him, eager to play his part. But just as he was filled with anticipation, he suddenly heard a childish voice from behind him: “Big brother.”
Jian Xingzhi turned around in surprise and saw a boy of about seven or eight standing there, sweetly calling out to him, “I’m lost. Can you take me home?”
From the voice, this boy was the same one who had been talking with Yan Wushuang earlier.
They were trying to catch him using such an indirect method, which showed just how much they were trying to minimize their costs.
“Okay.”
In order to catch Yan Wushuang and give him a good beating, Jian Xingzhi decided to go with the little boy. He walked over, folding his arms across his chest: “Let’s go then. Where do you live?”
Hearing this, the boy quickly pointed the way for Jian Xingzhi.
The two of them arrived at a tavern. There weren’t many people inside, just a few people scattered around. Yan Wushuang was sitting in the farthest corner. As soon as he spotted Jian Xingzhi, he raised his hand and acted like a big brother: “Bring him over.”
As he spoke, someone stepped forward and led Jian Xingzhi and the boy inside.
The boy still thought Jian Xingzhi knew nothing and began introducing the young man to him: “This is our family servant. Big brother, meet my brother. Come, have a meal with my brother.”
Jian Xingzhi nodded and followed the boy indifferently. When he reached the corner, he looked down at Yan Wushuang.
In order to alleviate the pressure caused by the height difference, Yan Wushuang leaned back against the chair and raised his hand while asking with authority, “What’s your name?”
“Jian Xingzhi.”
Jian Xingzhi responded coldly, and Yan Wushuang nodded: “Nice name. It’s a pity, though. After today, you probably won’t have that name anymore.”
Jian Xingzhi remained silent, and Yan Wushuang laughed: “You couldn’t guess, but the boy beside you, known as the Golden Sword Boy, is over 300 years old. He doesn’t need you to bring him here.”
“Oh.”
Jian Xingzhi nodded, and Yan Wushuang stood up, his face cold as he stepped closer to Jian Xingzhi: “Are you scared? This tavern is full of our people now. With a single command, everyone here would take a bite, and that would be enough to devour you.”
“What do you want me to do?”
“I came here to ask you to do one thing,” Yan Wushuang said, raising his head, “Apologize to my Junior Brother on behalf of your Master.”
“Your Master was so cruel to my Junior Brother in the arena, I will make you pay the price!”
Yan Wushuang said arrogantly, while Jian Xingzhi secretly gathered his sword energy.
“Then come.”
Jian Xingzhi sneered: “Let me see your strength.”
“Fine,” Yan Wushuang sneered back: “You choose to refuse the drink I offered. So I’ll show you the power of Ju Jian Pavilion. Remember, anyone who dares to humiliate Ju Jian Pavilion will never walk away without paying the price.”
“Oh,” Jian Xingzhi nodded, “Then I won’t hold back either.”
As soon as the words left his mouth, Jian Xingzhi raised his hand and swung his sword. Seeing the sword coming at him, Yan Wushuang immediately leaped back to avoid it.
Though Yan Wushuang’s movements were fast, Jian Xingzhi moved even faster. Before he could even leap, Jian Xingzhi’s second light sword was already waiting at Yan Wushuang’s landing spot. The moment Yan Wushuang descended, the sword’s brilliance erupted, sending him flying back with a violent force!
“Senior Brother!”
Seeing Yan Wushuang being sent flying, everyone rushed forward, surrounding Jian Xingzhi as they tried to help Yan Wushuang.
Jian Xingzhi raised his sword and looked around: “Remember this, anyone who dares to bully my disciple, they can’t escape unscathed without paying a price. You can use any tricks you want, I’ll break them all apart with one sword strike!”
Hearing this, Yan Wushuang spat out a mouthful of blood. He was helped up, gasping for breath, and glared at Jian Xingzhi.
“Good, very good. Since we’ve come this far, I have no choice but to show you my true strength.”
“Please.”
Jian Xingzhi raised his hand, gesturing him to make a move.
Yan Wushuang laughed loudly and pointed to the side: “Do you know what place is opposite this tavern?”
“What place?” Jian Xingzhi was puzzled. As soon as he finished speaking, a group of sword cultivators suddenly rushed into the tavern. Yan Wushuang smiled triumphantly and immediately threw himself on the ground.
The people from Ju Jian Pavilion suddenly changed their expressions in unison. Some lay down and started spilling blood over themselves, while others knelt on the ground and began to cry loudly.
“Senior Brother! You’ve been beaten so badly, Senior Brother!” The little boy crawled over, crying bitterly, as if his heart was torn with grief: “You just glanced at him a little more in the crowd, and you’re beaten until you’re vomiting blood and your bones are all broken. Is there any justice left in this world? Is there any law?!”
Jian Xingzhi listened to these words with a bewildered expression on his face. Before he could say anything, he heard a loud shout, and a swordsman rushed in before raising a token from his waist.
“The patrol officers in the city are investigating the case, everyone step aside.”
After speaking, the sword cultivator turned his head and looked at Jian Xingzhi: “Someone reported that someone was bullying the weak and provoking trouble in the city. Is that you?”
“What?!”
Jian Xingzhi was stunned. He turned his head and glanced at Yan Wushuang, only to see him silently raising a finger in the shadows.
“100 spirit stones,” a voice reached Jian Xingzhi’s ear, “I’ll stand up to defend you right now.”
