He wore a brocade robe with an outer coat draped over his shoulders, covering his mouth with a handkerchief as he coughed lightly. Qin Wanwan recognized him—this was Ning Buyan, whom they had met in Ghost City.
Qin Wanwan forced a smile. “Daojun Ning.”
Ning Buyan clearly recognized them as well. He raised his hand to stop the disciples beside him from acting. After his coughing subsided, he lifted his head and looked at Jian Xingzhi and Qin Wanwan. “I never imagined that when we met again, it would be under such circumstances.”
As he spoke, Ning Buyan turned his gaze to the bed. Qin Wanwan and Jian Xingzhi also looked toward it.
Two inexplicable outsiders appearing out of nowhere, an unconscious old man lying on the bed—no matter how you looked at this scene, it resembled a crime scene where perpetrators had been caught red-handed.
Qin Wanwan maintained her composure while frantically recalling experiences from various novels she had read before.
Saying “it wasn’t me” at a time like this would be nothing but a waste of time. She needed to explain quickly at the first opportunity, catch them off guard, and not give them a chance to react and arrest them or silence them.
Having thought it through, Qin Wanwan put on a smile. She suddenly stood up, warmly grabbed Ning Buyan’s hand, and patted it. “Daojun Ning, what a reunion! We came to Desolate City with Daojun Xie and Lord Cuilu to investigate a case. Halfway through, we encountered danger and fell off a cliff. We made our way out from beneath the cliff, and unexpectedly, when we emerged, we found ourselves here.”
Qin Wanwan discreetly explained everything. Ning Buyan was startled by her grabbing him, then listened to her chatter on. “We originally couldn’t figure out where we were and wanted to quietly slip away, but then we heard a maid scream. We rushed to the bedside to check the situation. At that time, this elder’s belly was swollen this big—” Qin Wanwan made a gesture to illustrate. “Something was moving around inside his stomach. It looked absolutely terrifying. Fortunately, my master was here. Despite the risk of being misunderstood by everyone, he performed an exorcism. That evil energy you just saw—that was driven out from the old man’s belly. You should really thank us, master and disciple.”
You absolutely must not repay kindness with enmity.
Ning Buyan listened to her words and shifted his gaze to Jian Xingzhi beside her. Jian Xingzhi calmly walked over, pulled Qin Wanwan’s hand away, and nodded toward Ning Buyan. “My apologies. My disciple has mental problems.”
Qin Wanwan glared at him, quite displeased.
Ning Buyan digested Qin Wanwan’s words and roughly understood what had happened. He walked to the old man’s bedside, examined him carefully for a moment, confirmed the elder was fine, then turned to look at Qin Wanwan again, still suspicious. “You claim you emerged from beneath the cliff and arrived here. Why are you covered in injuries?”
“What if I said my master gave me special training?” Qin Wanwan forced herself to speak with difficulty. “Would you believe me?”
“You claim you arrived here from beneath the cliff. How can you prove it?”
Ning Buyan frowned.
Jian Xingzhi walked to the edge of the passage they had climbed out from. “The entrance is right here. You’ll know if you go down and investigate.”
As he spoke, Jian Xingzhi smashed down with his sword. The floor tiles shattered and flew up. Everyone watched in shock as Jian Xingzhi stood proudly amid the debris. After the dust settled, they all looked down together and saw a pit had appeared in the floor.
Ning Buyan frowned and pointed at the pit, looking at Jian Xingzhi. “You can smash it deeper.”
“This entrance should have been protected by a formation array. It’s been moved away now.”
Seeing this, Qin Wanwan quickly explained. “Below the entrance is a large tomb with Twelve Life-Death Gates. We passed through the Life-Death Gates to get here.”
“Bragging!” A burly man in the crowd raised his axe. “You passed through the Twelve Life-Death Gates? You’re that lucky, yet you still ran into this situation?”
“Shut up.” Qin Wanwan turned to scold the speaker. “Don’t you even know about the conservation of luck? What kind of cultivation are you practicing? Daojun Ning,” Qin Wanwan looked back at Ning Buyan. “You really do have a large tomb. Didn’t you know about it?”
Ning Buyan fell silent. After a moment, the old man on the bed woke up. He called Ning Buyan’s name with difficulty. “Zhizhou…”
“Old Ancestor.”
Ning Buyan lowered his head and put his ear close to the old man. The elder said something inaudible. Ning Buyan nodded, straightened up, and turned to look at Qin Wanwan and Jian Xingzhi. “Please come with me, you two.”
With that, he instructed others to care for the old man, then led Jian Xingzhi and Qin Wanwan outside.
The three had just exited when they heard commotion from outside. Ning Buyan stopped and turned toward the courtyard gate. “What’s all the noise about?”
“That person from Ghost City has brought people to the gate, saying their companions have arrived,” the attendant spoke respectfully. “They wish to see you.”
Ning Buyan thought for a moment and nodded. “Then bring them over.”
He turned to the two and nodded. “Follow me.”
Jian Xingzhi and Qin Wanwan walked behind Ning Buyan. Qin Wanwan transmitted her voice to ask, “Master, if he tries to kill us, can you defeat him?”
“No.”
Jian Xingzhi answered decisively. “Not unless I don’t care about my consciousness sea anymore.”
“Then if he attacks,” Qin Wanwan felt somewhat afraid, “what do we do?”
“Then we’ll see who runs faster.”
Qin Wanwan: “…”
Seeing Qin Wanwan fall silent, Jian Xingzhi glanced at her sideways and scoffed. “What a small matter.”
Big! How is it not big?
Ning Buyan himself was already at the Tribulation Crossing Stage, and now they were on Ning family territory. Qin Wanwan had always been pragmatic and couldn’t help feeling somewhat worried.
Jian Xingzhi sneered at her groundless worries. After following Ning Buyan into the great hall, Ning Buyan had them sit down. Someone came over to serve tea. Before the tea was even poured, Xie Gutang and Cuilu rushed over.
Upon seeing Qin Wanwan, Nanfeng’s first action was to pounce on her. “Master! I finally found you!”
Hearing this, Qin Wanwan felt somewhat emotional. Ever since Nanfeng became her spiritual beast, they had spent more time apart than together. Nanfeng’s greatest use was serving as a GPS locator for her.
Qin Wanwan patted Nanfeng’s head, held it on her lap, and looked up at Xie Gutang and Cuilu.
“Big Brother Xie, Lord Cuilu.”
Seeing them safe, both relaxed considerably. Xie Gutang smiled. “Nanfeng sensed you had arrived, so we rushed over. We heard you got into trouble and were arrested, which made us rather anxious.”
He looked at Ning Buyan. “I hope Daoist Ning will forgive us.”
Ning Buyan, seated in the host’s position, nodded and glanced at a chair beside them. “Since you’re here, please sit.”
Xie Gutang and Cuilu sat across from Qin Wanwan and Jian Xingzhi. Jian Xingzhi glanced at Nanfeng lying on Qin Wanwan’s lap, reached across the small table to take Nanfeng away. Nanfeng looked at Jian Xingzhi in surprise but didn’t dare say much, only lying trembling on the Daojun’s lap.
Ning Buyan took a sip of tea. No one spoke. After the maid closed the door, Ning Buyan set up a barrier, slowly put down his teacup, and looked up at Qin Wanwan and Jian Xingzhi. “Old Ancestor just told me that you two saved him and asked me to thank you both.”
Hearing this, Qin Wanwan breathed a sigh of relief. Confirming their lives were safe, she cupped her fists in salute. “Easy to say, easy to say. Drawing the sword to help when seeing injustice.”
“To be honest, my family’s Old Ancestor has been plagued by a terrible illness for many years.” Ning Buyan lowered his eyes, seeming somewhat weary. “He’s a cultivator who should have ascended long ago, yet now he’s become what you both witnessed. Previously in Ghost City, we gave much offense. That was also because I heard the Exquisite Jade had healing properties, so I wanted to obtain Ghost City’s Exquisite Jade to treat Old Ancestor’s illness.”
“What exactly are you trying to say with all this, Daoist Ning?” Qin Wanwan listened to Ning Buyan’s roundabout explanation and thought for a moment. “Do you want us to use the Exquisite Jade to treat the elder’s illness?”
“The Exquisite Jade… I won’t hide it from you all.” Ning Buyan looked up. “After I returned, I learned the Ning family already had one. The family head had already tried it, with no effect. We’ve also used many other precious treasures and medicinal herbs—all completely useless.”
Hearing this, Qin Wanwan and Jian Xingzhi exchanged glances. Ning Buyan looked at Jian Xingzhi, his gaze carrying a hint of pleading. “But today I saw that you, Daoist, actually have a method to alleviate Old Ancestor’s suffering. So I wanted to ask for your help. As long as you can cure Old Ancestor—” Ning Buyan’s words carried solemnity. “The Ning family can present the Exquisite Jade with both hands.”
“Really?”
Qin Wanwan couldn’t believe it. One piece of Exquisite Jade, this easily?
Ning Buyan nodded. “Really.”
Qin Wanwan turned to look at Jian Xingzhi, her eyes full of expectation. “Master, what do you think?”
“I…” Jian Xingzhi had never seen Qin Wanwan’s eyes shine so brightly. He felt somewhat intimidated for a moment, swallowed, and said, “I’ll try.”
“What about Daojun Mingqing’s matter?”
Cuilu spoke coldly. “I came here for only one purpose—to see where Daojun Mingqing died in the end, where his remains are, so I can pay my respects. In the past, your Ning family has always said the Ning family doesn’t receive outsiders. I respected that and said no more. But it’s been over a hundred years now. I’m now the Ghost City Lord, and according to Ghost City’s rules, I’ve come to pay respects to Daojun Mingqing. Just to offer incense—is even that not allowed?”
“Lord Cuilu, Daojun Mingqing is buried in our Ning family’s forbidden grounds. Outsiders cannot enter.” Ning Buyan repeated this line. “I hope you’ll understand.”
“You!”
Cuilu grew agitated. Qin Wanwan quickly spoke up. “Let’s discuss this matter another day. Let’s talk about the Exquisite Jade instead.”
Qin Wanwan interrupted them both. “Daojun Ning, why don’t you tell us in detail about the elder’s illness. Specifically, what is it like?”
“My family’s Old Ancestor contracted this illness approximately a hundred years ago.”
Ning Buyan didn’t want to argue further with Cuilu either. He bypassed her and began discussing his family matters with Qin Wanwan. “At first, it was the loss of cultivation. Then his abdomen began swelling as if he were pregnant. Gradually, he began sleeping for long periods without waking, suffering unbearable pain day and night, continuing until now.”
“This isn’t an illness,” Jian Xingzhi listened and stated decisively. “It’s a curse.”
Ning Buyan nodded. “Indeed, we’ve had such suspicions.”
“As for curses, as long as the caster loses their ability, the curse breaks on its own. So breaking the curse is simple.” Jian Xingzhi looked up at Ning Buyan. “Who cast the curse? Just kill them.”
Ning Buyan fell silent. Jian Xingzhi pressed on. “So where is the person who cast the curse?”
“I don’t know.”
Ning Buyan shook his head. “I asked Old Ancestor, but he never said who it was. So this method you mentioned…” Ning Buyan smiled bitterly. “I’m afraid it won’t work.”
“But…”
“But there must be a way!”
Qin Wanwan took over Jian Xingzhi’s words, looking at Ning Buyan with determination. “We definitely have a solution. Daojun Ning, you just prepare the Exquisite Jade. We’ll find a way.”
“That would be best.” Ning Buyan smiled, stood up, and bowed to Qin Wanwan. “Then I await your good news.”
“Don’t worry.” Qin Wanwan raised her hand. “Leave this matter to my master.”
“You…” Jian Xingzhi stood up, wanting to refute Qin Wanwan’s words. Qin Wanwan slapped her hand over Jian Xingzhi’s mouth, covering it, and smiled at Ning Buyan. “Daojun Ning, it’s getting late. You should rest quickly.”
Only then did Ning Buyan remember the hour. He suddenly began coughing again, called for a maid, instructed her to escort Qin Wanwan and Jian Xingzhi away, then bowed to everyone and left.
As soon as Ning Buyan left, Jian Xingzhi immediately shook off Qin Wanwan’s hand. “Why are you randomly making promises? They won’t say anything, and I have no way to break this kind of curse.”
“If they won’t say,” Qin Wanwan turned to look at him, “can’t you investigate yourself?”
“Investigate what?” Cuilu was also displeased, looking coldly at Qin Wanwan. “If they can’t explain clearly about Daojun Mingqing’s matter, you’re serious criminals of Ghost City. You interrupted my conversation with him—are you feeling guilty?”
“It’s their ancestral grave. If he won’t let you go, what’s the point of negotiating with him?” Qin Wanwan turned to look at Cuilu. “Just go yourself.”
“But… but we don’t even know where the Ning family’s ancestral grave is?” Nanfeng crouched on the table, quite worried. “How do we go there?”
“If you don’t know, then search for it.”
Qin Wanwan felt tired and was quite helpless toward these people with no initiative. “Do you all really need them to act like NPCs and tell you absolutely everything?”
“Then…” Xie Gutang hesitantly spoke. Qin Wanwan was getting annoyed by the questions and turned to look at Xie Gutang, frowning tightly. “What else do you want to ask?”
“Nothing much,” Xie Gutang glanced at everyone. “I just wanted to ask why we aren’t discussing this back at the courtyard?”
Hearing Xie Gutang’s words, the group realized it was improper to discuss these matters in the great hall, so they returned to the courtyard together.
However, they had already said most of what needed to be said. After returning to the courtyard, everyone divided into separate rooms to sleep. Qin Wanwan’s room was next to Jian Xingzhi’s. She was about to open her door when she heard an aged voice calling out loudly, “Qin…”
Qin Wanwan turned around to see Wuming holding a cotton quilt, tears in his eyes, restraining his excitement as he called to her, “Miss Qin!”
Qin Wanwan was momentarily stunned, then reacted. “Oh, elder,” she looked around, “why aren’t you sleeping yet?”
“I… I just…” Jun Shu heard Qin Wanwan’s concern for him, and a warm current flowed through his heart. His voice lowered. “The woodshed is a bit cold.”
Did she know he was Jun Shu?
Looking at Qin Wanwan before him, Jun Shu couldn’t help wondering—was she this concerned about him because she knew he was Jun Shu?
No, no—she couldn’t know he was Jun Shu. The current him, so ugly, so humble—how could he let her remember him with this kind of impression!
Moreover, if she knew he was Jun Shu, how could she be so indifferent? Whether love or hate, he was the most important man in her heart!
Jun Shu’s inner thoughts were complicated. Seeing the old man holding a quilt about to cry in the cold wind, Qin Wanwan, adhering to respect for the elderly and care for the young, quickly urged him, “You should go sleep quickly. I’m going to sleep too.”
With that, Qin Wanwan pushed open her door and went inside to sleep.
Exhausted from the day’s journey, Qin Wanwan slept extremely deeply. When she woke up, she discovered the sun was already high in the sky.
As soon as Qin Wanwan opened her eyes, she saw Jian Xingzhi sitting by her bed, gently asking, “Awake? Want to sleep more?”
“Mas… Master…”
Seeing Jian Xingzhi like this, Qin Wanwan felt somewhat afraid. “Don’t be like this.”
“Then get up right now!”
Jian Xingzhi threw off the covers and scooped her up in one motion. While Qin Wanwan was getting dressed, Jian Xingzhi skillfully wiped her face while instructing her, “I checked this morning. Xie Gutang gets up at the Hour of the Rabbit and practices sword for half a double-hour. You can wake up a bit earlier each day and practice sword with him. Today doesn’t count—I’ll let you sleep in. Starting tomorrow, go find him!”
“Wait!”
Hearing this, Qin Wanwan was bewildered. “Why should I find him?”
“You need to cultivate his favorable impression of you.” Jian Xingzhi fastened her belt for her and looked up at her. “Are you just giving up like this?”
“That’s right.”
Qin Wanwan immediately nodded. “I don’t like men who wake up early. I’m giving up.”
“This master won’t allow you to give up halfway.”
Jian Xingzhi yanked the belt tight. Qin Wanwan could barely breathe. She looked at Jian Xingzhi as he spoke seriously. “Affection is like cultivation—only he can give up on you, not you giving up on him.”
Having said that, Jian Xingzhi released the belt and turned to walk out. “Let’s go. Everyone’s waiting for you.”
As soon as Jian Xingzhi left, Qin Wanwan took a deep breath, pulled at her belt, and loosened it somewhat.
She followed Jian Xingzhi to the great hall. Cuilu was pinching and eating cherries. Xie Gutang was reading the immortal realm’s morning news. Nanfeng was secretly snatching meat.
As soon as Qin Wanwan entered, Nanfeng immediately stood up. “Master.”
Qin Wanwan smiled and sat beside Nanfeng. Looking around, she suddenly remembered. “Where’s that Wuming?”
“He’s helping in the kitchen now.”
Cuilu read her storybook while eating cherries. “I don’t like him just eating without working.”
“Oh.”
Qin Wanwan nodded. Thinking as long as he was alive, she didn’t say more, only stating, “Let’s eat first today. After eating, we’ll go out to gather information. First, we’ll roughly figure out this Ning family Old Ancestor’s life story, his enemies, and what happened over a hundred years ago. If I haven’t guessed wrong…”
Qin Wanwan looked up at Cuilu. “Daojun Mingqing died over a hundred years ago, and this Old Ancestor began being cursed over a hundred years ago. Isn’t the timing too coincidental?”
Cuilu’s movements paused. She nodded. “You’re right. Then today I’ll gather other information, while you all just do one thing.”
“What?”
“Desolate City’s sword cultivators respect strength. If you can become Desolate City’s Gentleman Sword this year, those sword cultivators will tell you everything they can when they meet you. More importantly, we can meet Young Master Wuxiang. They say this Young Master Wuxiang knows everything there is to know. If anyone in this world is most likely to know how this Ning family Old Ancestor got cursed, it would be Young Master Wuxiang.”
“Then,” Qin Wanwan heard this and asked curiously, “how do we become the Gentleman Sword?”
“Very simple.”
Cuilu glanced at the three. “Below Divine Transformation, strongest sword intent. The Moon Worship Festival is about to begin. As long as you can win ten matches in one day, you can participate in the finals. Just finish the fights.”
Hearing this, Jian Xingzhi laughed. “Isn’t this like a pillow delivered when you’re drowsy?”
“Indeed,” Xie Gutang also smiled. “Mere Desolate City—how can sword intent below Divine Transformation compare with my Heavenly Sword Sect?”
“Below Divine Transformation…” Qin Wanwan repeated these words and frowned. “Does that refer to cultivation level or ability level?”
Cuilu coughed lightly, somewhat embarrassed. “I think someone like Daojun Xie—claiming to be Nascent Soul but actually half-step Divine Transformation—probably won’t be allowed to compete, right?”
“But I truly am Nascent Soul.”
Xie Gutang frowned. “How can they discriminate like this? If I can’t compete…”
Xie Gutang turned to look at Jian Xingzhi. “Senior definitely can’t either.”
Jian Xingzhi was stunned, then immediately retorted. “Nonsense! I just advanced to Nascent Soul. Who says I can’t?!”
“Forget it,” Qin Wanwan interrupted everyone. “Just all register. At worst, you’ll be thrown out of the competition.”
Everyone thought this made sense and nodded. After eating, the group split up—the three sword cultivators led Nanfeng to register together, while Cuilu went to gather information from others.
Qin Wanwan’s group had just stepped outside when they encountered Jun Shu sweeping the ground.
As soon as Jun Shu saw Qin Wanwan, he looked up. In that instant, love and sorrow intertwined in his eyes. Qin Wanwan felt this old man somehow seemed to carry his own background of looming dark clouds, desolate cold wind, and BGM of sorrowful music, which made her freeze abruptly.
Seeing Qin Wanwan staring at him in a daze, Jun Shu was grief-stricken. Gripping his broom, he lowered his head. “Don’t look at me. Don’t look at me as I am now. Don’t remember such a wretched version of me in your heart!”
Qin Wanwan was frightened and tugged at Jian Xingzhi’s sleeve. “Let’s go, let’s go.”
Everyone quickly retreated together. They rushed to the Gentleman Sword registration point. The place was packed with people. When the four squeezed in, they got the last four numbers for the day.
Qin Wanwan’s number was last. Nanfeng’s was first.
The four looked at their number plates and decided to first go eat tofu pudding in the city, have afternoon tea, and gather some information.
After happily spending the day, in the afternoon they returned to the venue, fanning themselves while waiting to take the arena.
Desolate City, being a sword cultivator’s homeland, had a fanatical love for fighting. The arena was built very professionally, resembling a modern boxing ring, surrounded by ropes. Inside, sword cultivators slashed and fought, exchanging blows.
Cultivator fights were extremely lively. Jian Xingzhi stood with Nanfeng on his shoulder, holding a watermelon with a spoon. Qin Wanwan wore a straw hat and held a spoon. Xie Gutang held a coconut with a paper straw. Together in the crowd, they looked up at all kinds of lightning and thunder, soaring flames—like a grand fireworks display. Along with the crowd, they exclaimed, “Wow!” “Ah!” “Amazing!”
By afternoon, it was finally Nanfeng’s turn.
The judge on the arena called out listlessly, “Number 333, Nanfeng.”
Nanfeng imitated previous contestants, descending from the sky and entering the arena with imposing momentum!
Qin Wanwan’s “Wow!” of amazement hadn’t even left her mouth when Nanfeng was kicked off the stage.
The entire process took less than two seconds.
Qin Wanwan rushed to Nanfeng’s side and supported him. “Nanfeng! How are you? Are you okay?!”
“Mas… Master…” Nanfeng clutched his chest. “Nanfeng… my chest really hurts.”
“Who else dares!”
As Nanfeng spoke, on the arena, a muscular man whose clothes had burst open, his muscles reflecting blinding light in the sun, surveyed his surroundings with an imposing manner. “Who else dares come up!”
“Too much bullying!”
Seeing Nanfeng injured, Xie Gutang suddenly stood up. “Watch me teach him a lesson.”
Just then, the judge called Xie Gutang’s name. “Number 334, Xie Gutang.”
As soon as Xie Gutang’s name was announced, discussions erupted all around.
After all, the champion of Heavenly Sword Sect’s Sword Trial Assembly, nine-grade Golden Core rarely seen in a century, half-step Divine Transformation in a hundred years, Heavenly Sword Sect’s senior disciple…
Any single title was enough to make ordinary sword cultivators bow in submission.
Xie Gutang stepped onto the arena, raised his hand to grip his sword, and said coldly, “Just now you asked—who else?”
The man was stunned, then quickly looked at the judges. “Judges, can someone like him even compete?!”
As soon as he finished speaking, all three judges raised their signs together. “No.”
Xie Gutang froze, then saw the judges raise their signs again. “Violation.”
“Wait, no—” Two Divine Transformation cultivators immediately rushed up from below the stage, dragging Xie Gutang away. Xie Gutang anxiously called out, “I’m Nascent Soul! I’m not Divine Transformation!”
The entire venue fell silent for a second, then collectively responded, “Ew~ shameless.”
“Divine Transformation and those with Divine Transformation-level sword intent and above cannot participate.”
A judge with an obvious accent spoke, then looked down. “Number 335, Jian Xingzhi.”
“He was too ostentatious.”
Jian Xingzhi glanced at Xie Gutang being dragged away and comforted Qin Wanwan. “Don’t worry. Master will definitely avenge Nanfeng.”
With that, he picked up a wooden sword and walked toward the arena.
The sun was setting. The last rays of light shone on Jian Xingzhi as he deliberately restrained himself, walking step by step toward the arena. The person on the arena watched him coldly. Jian Xingzhi stepped forward, bowed like an ordinary cultivator, then casually pointed his wooden sword and said coolly, “I yield to you.”
As soon as he finished speaking, all the judges raised their signs together. “Cheating.”
Jian Xingzhi froze, then pointed his wooden sword at the judges and cried out in breakdown. “On what basis are you saying I cheated?!”
The judges pointed their signs together at something beside them that resembled a thermometer. This “thermometer” was as tall as a person, with glowing spiritual energy in the middle. As Jian Xingzhi pointed his wooden sword at the judges, the glowing spiritual energy shot straight to the top and exploded off the scale.
“The sword intent measurement stone exploded,” a judge beside them criticized Jian Xingzhi. “And you still won’t admit you cheated?”
The judge pointed at Jian Xingzhi. “Drag him away.”
Hearing this, the opponent burst into laughter.
“I thought you were something special. Come on, who else—hurry up and come!”
Hearing this, Jian Xingzhi’s temper flared. He took a quick step forward, but the arriving cultivators moved faster, grabbing him. Jian Xingzhi smashed his wooden sword against them. While being dragged away, he punched and kicked at his opponent, shouting threateningly, “You bastard, don’t think I won’t dare hit you just because you’re too weak. Don’t be arrogant. Wait until this lord’s disciple goes up—she’ll dismantle you in three moves. You just wait!”
The muscular man heard Jian Xingzhi’s words and laughed coldly. He scanned the surroundings on the arena. “Who’s his disciple? Get up here! Let’s see if this old man breaks her bones or she breaks this old man’s bones! If you’ve got the guts, come up and see if I don’t poke her full of holes!”
Hearing this, Qin Wanwan silently lowered her head and began considering switching number plates.
She didn’t have the guts. Really didn’t.
Fortunately, before the judge called her name, the sun completely set.
The judge glanced at the sun and began packing up, speaking in a light, quick tone.
“Time to get off work, get off work! Everyone hurry home for dinner and come back tomorrow morning!”
At that very instant, a “ding” sounded in Jian Xingzhi’s mind as 666 spoke up: [Mission Ten is here! Assist the female lead in becoming Desolate City’s Gentleman Sword and obtaining the Exquisite Jade. Total points +2000. Accept?]
2000 points!
In that instant, Jian Xingzhi turned to look at Qin Wanwan.
His gaze changed.