Chapter 1645

Looking at the ancient, simple token in Luo Jiuyou's hand, the Nether Clan strongmen's eyes widened, and the Nether Clan Old Ancestor was directly laughing from anger.

"What do you want to do with this thing?"

"Old man, I'm asking you one last time: will you agree to this or not?"

"I'm saying, what do you want to do with this broken thing?"

Nether Clan Old Ancestor didn't answer Luo Jiuyou's question, but repeated it.

At this moment, the ancient jade token Luo Jiuyou held in his hand was precisely the one used to summon the Nether Clan Old Ancestor's soul avatar.

This little brat, using his own soul avatar token to threaten himself?

Luo Jiuyou's move really left the Nether Clan Old Ancestor and them dumbfounded; who could have such a move?

The main body is right in front of you, yet you actually want to use their soul avatar to threaten the main body?

Aren't you inverting the natural order?

The Nether Clan Old Ancestor's mouth twitched from anger, and Luo Jiuyou, having said this much, was also in a bind.

Adding his personality, as the Nether Clan Old Ancestor put it, he's a little rascal, a troublemaker, impossible to reason with.

Looking at Luo Jiuyou's determined face, teeth clenched, the Nether Clan Old Ancestor said gloomily.

"You brat, you've really been itching for a fight lately."

As he spoke, he moved toward Luo Jiuyou; seeing this, Luo Jiuyou's heart tightened and he shouted.

"Don't come over, or else I................"

However, the next second, the Nether Clan Old Ancestor flashed and appeared before Luo Jiuyou, before Luo Jiuyou could react.

The person was completely immobilized, and the Nether Clan Old Ancestor easily took the token from Luo Jiuyou's hand.

This thing isn't cheap; it's meant for the brat to save his life, not for him to waste it.

After putting away his own soul avatar token, the Nether Clan Old Ancestor grinned and said to Luo Jiuyou.

"Today I'll help you loosen your muscles and bones."

Upon hearing that, Luo Jiuyou couldn't move his body or speak, his eyes instantly filling with fear.

The next second, waves of Línglì erupted in the courtyard.

Only after the Línglì fluctuations subsided did Luo Jiuyou's anguished cry ring out.

That heart-rending sound just hearing it gives a chilling feeling; what torture could this be?

After about half a Shíchén, the Nether Clan Old Ancestor, having vented his resentment, felt relieved, clapped his hands, and returned to his room.

Only Luo Jiuyou remained, like a puddle of mud, beaten beyond human shape, his whole body limp on the ground.

Seeing this, the Nether Clan strongmen who had witnessed the whole scene couldn't help but feel a lingering fear even now.

This time, the Old Ancestor really went all out, basically beating him to death.

The Nether Clan strongmen who returned cautiously approached Luo Jiuyou, afraid to touch him lest they snuff out his last breath.

"Young master, how are you? Are you alright?"

"I... I... I'm fine............."

Upon hearing that, Luo Jiuyou still spoke with a forced bravado, though speaking took effort.

Seeing him beaten like this, Luo Jiuyou still refused to back down with his words, and the Nether Clan strongmen's faces darkened.

Even in this state, he still says he's fine.

"This time the Old Ancestor really struck hard."

"Yeah, if it were me, I probably couldn't hold up."

"Still, it's the young master."

Some also admired Luo Jiuyou's stubborn, dead-duck-like personality; no matter how the Old Ancestor beat him, he never yielded verbally or bowed his head.

A typical attitude of "if you're capable, just kill me."

However, the Nether Clan Old Ancestor certainly struck with restraint; he couldn't possibly really kill Luo Jiuyou.

After all, he's the one the Nether Clan Old Ancestor raised from childhood, painstakingly cultivated as his successor.

Luo Jiuyou feels a grandparent-grandchild bond toward him, and the Nether Clan Old Ancestor feels the same.

But this brat usually provokes people so much that sometimes not acting is simply unbearable.

So after beating him repeatedly, they've gained experience, knowing where they can strike and where they cannot.

Don't look at Luo Jiuyou's miserable appearance now; actually, no vital spots were injured, and he'll recover almost fully after a few days of rest.

But the pain is real, that's certain.

Finally, the Nether Clan strongmen carefully brought Luo Jiuyou back to his room to lie down and rest.

After beating Luo Jiuyou, the Nether Clan Old Ancestor felt refreshed and even a bit hungry.

That night he proactively summoned Shi Song to ask why today's rations hadn't been delivered.

Upon hearing that, Shi Song replied with a smile.

"Senior, you may not know, but Yè Chánglǎo has already returned and is preparing a banquet to welcome you; although the rations aren't bad, they naturally can't compare to the fresh dishes Yè Chánglǎo is cooking."

Upon hearing of the banquet, the Nether Clan Old Ancestor understood Shi Song's meaning and didn't refuse.

Mainly, the food from Dao Yi Shengdi is absolutely superb; in his view, he can eat it, but forming an alliance is impossible, so as long as he doesn't nod, it's fine.

Won over by Ye Zhangqing's cooking, the Nether Clan Old Ancestor also had no urge to leave.

And Luo Jiuyou, after lying overnight, was just like before—able to get up after a single night.

Although he still looks miserable on the surface, his mobility hasn't been greatly affected.

And Luo Jiuyou, whose injuries had just begun to improve, immediately headed for the Canteen.

Ye Zhangqing had just finished breakfast, sat down for a moment, and saw a misshapen figure walk in; upon entering the rear courtyard, he shouted.

"Brother Zhangqing, Brother Zhangqing.................."

Huh???

Seeing the person who suddenly barged in, Ye Zhangqing wore a doubtful expression and said.

"Dao brother, you are................"

I can't tell who this person is at all; hearing that, Luo Jiuyou shouted.

"I am Luo Jiuyou; Changqing brother, you don't recognize me?"

"Luo brother? How did you end up like this?"

Upon hearing that, Ye Zhangqing carefully examined him; it really seems to be Luo Jiuyou.

But it's only been one night; how did this guy get beaten into a pig's head? And this is Dao Yi Shengdi—how could such a thing happen here?

Who dares to beat Luo Jiuyou?

Greeting Luo Jiuyou to have a seat, Ye Zhangqing asked concernedly.

"Luo brother, how are you? Are you okay? If not, I'll have someone from Bai Cao Peak come take a look."

Facing Ye Zhangqing's concerned inquiry, Luo Jiuyou said with an indifferent expression.

"It's fine, just minor injuries; yesterday I saw my old master, got excited and couldn't hold back, we exchanged a few moves, and I narrowly lost one move; it's no problem, I'll be fine after resting two days."

Huh???

Upon hearing Luo Jiuyou's words, Ye Zhangqing felt a bit numb.

"Spar with your old master? You're lying; it's obvious you got beaten up, and it was a thorough thrashing."

As for who it is, Ye Zhangqing knows without asking—it must be the Nether Clan Old Ancestor.