Chapter 177

One day later, a piece of gossip flew through Dongsheng Xianwu Academy.

"Have you heard, that Zhang Xingyu had a duel with Senior Brother Wang Xinghe."

"Who is Zhang Xingyu? Never heard of him, can this person be mentioned in the same breath as Senior Brother?"

"Zhang Xingyu is that kid from Nanzhanbuzhou, the one who defeated Wang Hanshan."

"That kid! Is he worth Senior Brother Wang striking?"

"I heard it was an order from the academy. That kid bullied the international student Wang Jinbao from Xihe Niuzhou. That Wang Jinbao is a prince of the Jinshi Kingdom, and his family has plenty of spirit stones. I heard that in order for Wang Jinbao to study at the academy, the King of Jinshi Kingdom donated one hundred million mid-grade spirit stones to the academy. For such a big financier, the academy must send someone to stand up for him."

"What was the result of the duel?"

"Needless to say, naturally that kid from Nanzhanbuzhou lost. Who is Senior Brother Wang, that is our Senior Brother. He is at the early Golden Core stage, how could he lose to that Qi Refining kid. Senior Brother has had thousands of duels, big and small, since he started cultivating, and has never lost once. That Zhang Xingyu having the opportunity to fight Senior Brother is already worth him bragging about everywhere."

At the same time.

Outside the academy, inside the cave dwelling.

Zhang Xingyu happily poured out a large pile of jade bottles from his storage bag.

Three thousand five hundred Grade 4 Spirit Pills, this is Zhang Xingyu's harvest from the battle with Wang Xinghe.

Three thousand are the appearance fee given by Dongsheng Xianwu Academy, and five hundred are the hush money given by Wang Xinghe.

Thinking of the way Wang Xinghe gave the hush money, Zhang Xingyu found it a bit funny.

Spirit pills and empty fame, Zhang Xingyu naturally chooses spirit pills.

Taking out a spirit pill and tossing it into his mouth casually, Zhang Xingyu started taking pills to cultivate again.

Taking pills is naturally to store God Yuan Value.

The Zhu Xian Sword Manual is a super perverted sword manual.

After experiencing dozens of life-and-death experiences, Zhang Xingyu reached a conclusion.

Practicing the sword is practicing having one's soul slashed.

Without enough God Yuan reserves, the soul cannot be repaired.

For those with little God Yuan, practicing the Zhu Xian Sword Manual is equivalent to suicide.

After finishing the pills, a thin layer of spirit liquid accumulated in the center of the God Sea again.

Zhang Xingyu opened the "Zhu Xian Sword Manual" again.

This time, he wanted to see the trace in the sword light more clearly.

When he walked out of the cave dwelling again, it was ten days later, and the aftermath of the duel had long since calmed down.

Meng Ruyan took Zhang Kaixin shopping, and the cave dwelling was empty.

Zhang Xingyu left the cave dwelling and wandered around the city boredly.

There are quite a few shops in the First Heaven.

Zhang Xingyu wandered from shop to shop, and his storage ring had many more Grade 1 and Grade 2 Spirit Pills.

Unknowingly, he arrived at the portal in the center of the city.

At the entrance of the portal, several guards with oppressive spiritual pressure stood there expressionlessly.

It seems the portal hasn't opened yet.

I don't know how long these closed days will last.

Zhang Xingyu looked up and was about to leave, when he saw a tall, thin old man with green clothes and silver hair walking by.

This old man looks familiar! Seems to have seen him somewhere!

The green-clothed old man walked to the portal and casually threw a wooden plaque to the guard.

The guard looked at the wooden plaque, then respectfully handed the wooden plaque back to the old man with both hands.

The old man put away the wooden plaque and lifted his foot, preparing to walk into the portal.

"Old Senior, please stay!"

Zhang Xingyu arrived in front of the green-clothed old man in one stride.

"Senior, it's really fate, we meet again!" Zhang Xingyu said to the old man.

He remembered, this old man was the stall owner who sold him the Zhu Xian Sword Manual.

This old man can enter the portal, he must have considerable power.

Zhang Xingyu stopped the old man, hoping to get a chance to teleport back to Nanzhanbuzhou through him.

The old man turned his head, and after seeing Zhang Xingyu's face, he quickly turned his head away.

"Young man, you have the wrong person, I don't know you!"

The old man pretended not to know Zhang Xingyu, and while saying this, he continued to walk into the portal.

Zhang Xingyu grabbed the old man's sleeve: "Old Senior, we have met before. That day, you used a Zhu Xian Sword Manual to exchange for my Seven-Aperture Exquisite Stone."

"Junior, let go immediately, what kind of decorum is this pulling and tugging!" The old man scolded in a low voice.

He turned his head and glared at Zhang Xingyu: "Junior, business is about buying and leaving, no returns. Let me tell you, don't even think about going back on your word, I will absolutely not return the Seven-Aperture Exquisite Stone to you!"

Huh! This old man wanted to pretend not to know me just now, it turns out he was afraid I would make him return the Seven-Aperture Exquisite Stone!

Zhang Xingyu's eyes moved, and his brain turned rapidly.

A moment later, he said softly to the old man: "Old Senior, your business is too unrighteous. You threw me a rotten sword manual and directly took the Seven-Aperture Exquisite Stone from my storage ring. This isn't doing business, this is clearly robbery."

"Nonsense, I, this old man, have always been very fair in business. Kid, I not only gave you a world-class sword manual "Zhu Xian Sword Manual", but also gave your wife a high-grade technique "Smoke and Rain". You didn't lose anything in this transaction." The old man argued with justification.

Hearing the old man say this, Zhang Xingyu immediately began to refute.

"Old Senior, you still have the nerve to mention that rotten sword manual you gave. That rotten sword manual you gave almost killed me!"

"You, you practiced it?" The old man asked softly, his expression filled with suspicion.

"I practiced it." Zhang Xingyu nodded.

"Really practiced it? Didn't die?" The old man stared at Zhang Xingyu, his eyes full of disbelief.

"Really practiced it, almost died." Zhang Xingyu answered angrily.

Strange!

The old man looked at Zhang Xingyu for a long time in disbelief.

But he saw two rays of essence shooting out from his turbid eyes, directly pouncing toward Zhang Xingyu's Divine Court.

Zhang Xingyu only felt his crown tighten, and then his body lost control.

After a long while, he felt his body regain consciousness.

Beside him, the green-clothed old man was stroking his smooth chin and muttering to himself: "Strange, this kid's Divine Court seems to be sealed by something, my divine sense actually can't get in."

"What's so strange about that. Since practicing that rotten sword manual you gave, my Divine Court has been collapsing and severely damaged, naturally your divine sense can't get in." Zhang Xingyu muttered.

The green-clothed old man nodded: "Seems to make some sense! It's just that I can't understand, since you practiced that sword manual, why didn't you die?"

Hearing this from the old man, Zhang Xingyu grabbed his clothes even tighter.

"Good for you, old guy. Since you knew that sword manual was harmful, you actually had the nerve to sell it to me."

The old man was stunned, and after a moment continued to argue: "You didn't die, did you!"

"Hmph! If it weren't for this young master taking a Grade 12 Nine-Turn Soul-Returning Pill, I would definitely have been killed by that sword manual. No, old guy, my losses are too great, you must either compensate me or return the Seven-Aperture Exquisite Stone to me." Zhang Xingyu was unforgiving.

"Take your hand away first, take your hand away first." The old man said anxiously.

Beside them, the four guards looked at their noses and hearts, turning a blind eye to the conversation between the two.

Only their occasionally twitching eyes and corners of their mouths revealed that they had reached their limit of endurance.

"Alright. Let go of your hand first. Meeting a rascal junior like you, I must have had eight lifetimes of bad luck. The Seven-Aperture Exquisite Stone has already been used by this old man, it's impossible to return it to you. This is a treasure I obtained from the cave dwelling of an ancient immortal, consider it your compensation."

As the old man said this, he fished out something that looked like a turtle shell from his bosom and stuffed it into Zhang Xingyu's hand.

He didn't want to stay here any longer.

Without waiting for Zhang Xingyu to let go, he struggled hard.

Only a ripping sound was heard, and a section of his sleeve had been torn off.

"Senior, your sleeve!"

Just in Zhang Xingyu's astonished gaze, the old man ran quickly into the portal.