Chapter 166: Good Words Are Hard to Give, Chen Takes the Seat and Shows Her Might

Wuyan Mountain is a small mountain sixty miles outside Dongshan County City. It is not very famous, nor does it have any scenery to speak of; it only gained its name because there is a town at the foot of the mountain that mines the soil from its base to fire colored porcelain.

But in recent days, this Wuyan Mountain has instead become quite lively.

"You tell me, that high cultivator is also strange; she just happens to like staying on such a small mountain, and stays for ten days or half a month at a time. Several Heads of the Family offered invitations to host her, but were refused instead."

On Wuyan Mountain, seven or eight young cultivators gathered together, dressed in various styles. One cultivator in a green shirt turned his head to glance at a bamboo hut in the forest in the distance and sighed softly: "I don't know if it will work this time. Li Yuanqing and the others have been out of contact for several days; if this drags on any longer, I'm afraid it's looking grim."

"Hmph."

Another young cultivator's expression was also somewhat impatient, and he hummed in a low voice: "I'm afraid this person just comes from a good background, and her cultivation is not high—only slightly higher than ours. If it weren't for the fact that we can't figure out her bottom line and are begging her to save people, the several Heads of the Family would have long since 'invited' her to Liuyun Mountain. She's even unwilling to save people, and it's not like we aren't offering a reward; she hasn't considered the camaraderie of fellow Daoists at all."

After a pause, this person chuckled: "But it doesn't matter. This time, all the chess players with any reputation in the entire Dongshan Prefecture have been invited, so we will surely win a game. Besides, the Han Family even refined a bottle of Stone Spirit Powder overnight; I don't believe no one can beat her."

"Stone Spirit Powder? Doesn't this medicine overdraw Essence Yuan and damage one's spiritual intelligence..."

"Nonsense, it just enhances brainpower and calculation ability."

"Brother Han, can you see the style of this female cultivator?"

If they still couldn't win, they would all want to grab their own necks and curse: Five against one and you still lose, do you even know how to play?!!

"Cough!"

The few people glanced twice and nodded slightly.

A clear female voice came from inside the bamboo hut, saying with some regret: "Why must you do this? Such pills damage the spirit and the body. If you consume them, your chess skill will inevitably decline in the future, and I fear you will also lose quite a bit of lifespan."

After a moment, the Head of the Han Family said in a low voice: "It should be fine. These disciples from major sects go out to travel, it's not child's play. As long as they aren't intentionally intercepted and killed, the sects behind them won't care. Otherwise, how could it be called tempering the heart in the mortal world? Moreover, the Liang Kingdom is ultimately dominated by Longhu Mountain; experts from other sects cannot come and go as they please. As long as we follow the rules, nothing will happen."

The female voice in the bamboo hut said no more, presumably tacitly accepting this move.

"Sigh."

The Head of the Song Family rubbed his brow, somewhat worried: "What we are doing is actually a bit much. If she really is a True Inheritor from some major sect, there might be some trouble later."

The clear female voice sounded somewhat helpless, clearly quite speechless at this request.

The five people all paused. The old man leading them was the oldest and had the most experience in chess, but in reality, his disadvantage on the board was the most obvious. He stroked his long beard and said respectfully: "Your chess skill is so strong that this old man has never seen it in his life, but we have no choice; I hope you will forgive us."

This person shook her head and smiled: "The saying goes, 'If one hears the Dao in the morning, one can die in the evening.' To be able to let these mortals improve their chess skills and reach a peak they have never glimpsed before, can it really be considered harming them?"

The Head of the Han Family hurriedly stepped forward and bowed respectfully.

"There's a chance!"

The six people behind him also looked embarrassed; clearly, their little actions had been discovered.

In the bamboo hut in the forest, six middle-aged cultivators stood in the open space—four men and two women, all with True Qi cultivation of over thirty or forty apertures. They looked expressionlessly at the five chessboards not far away. The five chess players sat in front of the boards; the oldest was nearly sixty, and the youngest had only just reached the age of hair-binding. All of them had deep thoughts, their gazes fixed on the boards. What was strange was that there was no one opposite the boards, but whenever someone placed a piece, a chess piece would soon rise into the air from the box and land on the board, which was very magical.

The Head of the Han Family suddenly coughed. The five chess players' bodies trembled slightly, and they snapped out of their deep contemplation. Looking at the situation on the board, they were full of admiration, their faces revealing a bit of conflict and hesitation.

"Aren't you just making me deceive myself?"

Li Yuanqing clutched the pill, feeling sweat drenching his back and covering his head. This was a feeling he had never experienced since he started playing chess.

"That's true."

The clear female voice sighed, feeling a bit of a headache.

But like this... winning is not honorable. Li Yuanqing felt that even if he lost this time, his chess skill would still improve significantly. After digesting it for a year or half a year, he might have a two-tenths chance of winning next time.

Since it had come to this, there was nothing more to say.

Li Yuanqing sighed and was about to put the pill into his mouth when he suddenly stiffened, and a cold sweat broke out.

The Head of the Han Family's eyes brightened slightly: "On the left third and left fifth boards, the white pieces are already moving much slower. It looks like there's a chance to win!"

The few people stared intently at the boards, though apart from the black and white pieces, they didn't really understand anything.

Judging by the current situation, he had already lost more than one move, but the game had only reached the middle stage, and there was still a possibility of fighting. If this pill could really enhance calculation and chess skill, by the endgame stage, the five of them could separate to disrupt the situation, engage in direct combat, fight for corners, and plan the layout, using five styles to consume the opponent's calculation rhythm; perhaps someone could win a game.

But as their backs began to ache faintly, the five of them were all forced to take a pill from their sleeves in batches, preparing to secretly swallow it while pretending to drink water.

Chess is a matter of pure talent. Although cultivators can take advantage of living longer and having more energy, playing more does not equal high chess skill. On the contrary, many mortals have reached the pinnacle of chess, and there are even legends in the cultivation world of mortal chess saints defeating Primordial Spirit True Monarchs and becoming disciples on the path of the Dao.

The Head of the Han Family was very respectful: "If we can win a game, we ask that the high cultivator please help us. If we lose all five games, we will not dare to disturb you again. The ancestral lands and mountains of our five families will be open for you to travel, and we will never obstruct you."

"Saving people is like fighting a fire; it truly cannot wait."

Since it had already been brought into the open, the Head of the Han Family no longer hid anything. He gave a wink, and the several chess players could only swallow the Stone Spirit Powder. However, the boy on the far right held his hand up, but made no move, his face somewhat pale.

But he had to eat it; his mother's illness could only be cured by the medicine bestowed by the Han Family.

"I ask the high cultivator to forgive us. Since it is like this, let us proceed as agreed."

Where is the pill in my hand?

Where did my huge pill go!

"Eh?"

But there was no help for it. The Head of the Han Family had originally wanted them to swallow the Stone Spirit Powder before they started, but all five said that the opening layout of chess did not require much brainpower, and only the middle stage required a surge in calculation. Since the pill did not last very long, he had to give up.

"Can't tell, but her cultivation is not high, she is generous with money, and she can study chess in her spare time. She must be a disciple of some major sect or family out traveling."

"I said, I cannot rashly move the ley lines of Quanling, let alone disrupt the Feng Shui. Do not bring this matter up again."

The Head of the Han Family sighed, his brow furrowed: "But there is no other way. Who knew that Liuyun Mountain had become a cave of yin and demons? With the blessing of Feng Shui ley lines, it seems that no matter how many cultivators like us go, it's all in vain. Our five families have five direct descendants and over a dozen apprentices trapped inside. Are we really to watch them die? This woman's words and actions seem quite proficient in the way of arrays. In the entire Dongshan Prefecture, aside from the high cultivators of Nine Springs Temple, she is the only one who might be able to break that Feng Shui formation."

"High cultivator, we were forced to take this desperate measure. We ask for your mercy and hope you can help save our disciples. We are deeply grateful."

The Head of the Han Family bowed and said: "You do not need to take action yourself; you only need to point out where the nodes of the Feng Shui ley lines are."

The few people smiled lightly and didn't take it to heart. At worst, they could take them as Registered Disciples, which would also ensure their family's glory for a lifetime.

"Hmm?"

The Head of the Han Family's brow twitched, and his expression sank instantly. Although this boy was young, he had high hopes for him, and he was one of the only two chess players who had forced the female cultivator in the bamboo hut to slow down.

"My pill... has disappeared."

Although Li Yuanqing was young, he understood that the wrath of a high-level cultivator was enough to bring the disaster of a broken door and destroyed home upon the Li Family. He immediately broke into a cold sweat and explained with difficulty.

Disappeared?

How could the Head of the Han Family believe such a lame excuse? He sneered a few times, and only when he saw the boy trembling did he take a pill bottle from his sleeve, pour out a Stone Spirit Powder, and flick it over: "Open your mouth!"

Li Yuanqing hurriedly opened his mouth, but he only heard a few faint chuckles in the void. The pill suddenly disappeared in mid-air, leaving him sitting on the stool, bewildered and at a loss.

"Who's there!"

At this, the few people present saw clearly, and they immediately grew anxious, carefully scanning their surroundings.

Chen Ci sighed from over a hundred zhang away; he had originally intended to wait until this so-called chess game was finished before appearing, but since it was all over, he figured these fellow Daoists from Dongshan Prefecture surely wouldn't deny him, Old Master Chen, this bit of face.

But this Stone Spirit Powder or whatever it was seemed strange and bizarre; he couldn't just let this kid—who he didn't know if was surnamed Li or Geng—actually swallow it. The boy was, to some extent, Ahu's apprentice, and could barely be considered his own grand-apprentice; if there were any aftereffects, he, Old Master Chen, wouldn't be able to save face.

"I have come uninvited, and I hope you fellow Daoists will forgive me."

Chen Ci revealed his figure and simply walked straight to the bamboo hut, raised his hand to offer a salute to the owner of the bamboo hut, and then explained with a smile: "This child is a descendant of my senior brother. I didn't expect him to be favored by you fellow Daoists; it is quite a stroke of fate."

"I am Han Chongli, greetings, Daoist. May I ask how to address you?"

The Head of the Family of the Han Family frowned slightly; he had never expected such a sudden turn of events. They had investigated the background of the Li Family and had heard nothing about any cultivator connections.

"My surname is Yan. Greetings, Daoist Han."

Chen Ci waved his hand and gave a well-intentioned reminder: "Fellow Daoists, you should continue first. These few are already sweating on their foreheads. Yuanqing, you should also put in some effort and lend these seniors a hand."

The other four chess players had already consumed the Stone Spirit Powder; all of them were in a state of full vitality with bright eyes, and White Mist was rising from their temples. The chess game, which had been somewhat scattered just a moment ago, suddenly became clear in their eyes.

Han Chongli and the others stared at Chen Ci in unison with unfriendly expressions, but at this moment, they couldn't afford to find trouble with Chen Ci. They glanced at Li Yuanqing a few more times before nodding, signaling for the others to continue.

Li Yuanqing's previously stiff body slowly relaxed. Although he didn't know where this elder had come from, since he could call out his name, he must be on his side.

Composing his mind, Li Yuanqing respectfully offered a salute and obediently replied: "Yes!"

He then refocused his mind on the chessboard.

Seeing the five people on the field playing against the bamboo hut's occupant again, Chen Ci poked his head out to look. He felt that every game was a fifty-fifty split; he couldn't understand it, couldn't understand it at all.

If it were Gomoku, he, Chen, could display a bit of the sure-win chess skills he had secretly learned.

Or if the Chess Saint of the Great Han possessed him, apart from that female cultivator who hadn't shown her face, Old Master Chen felt that no one on the field would be a match for him in a game.

"Daoist Yan, may I ask where your immortal home is?"

The Head of the Family of the Song Family sized Chen Ci up a few times. Seeing him dressed in brocade robes and not knowing his origins, he couldn't help but ask.

"Oh, a small sect in the north, three or five people per generation."

Chen Ci's gaze fell on the chessboard, though he was also somewhat curious about the origin of the bamboo hut's owner. He replied nonchalantly: "Even if I told you, you wouldn't have heard of it, so I won't say it, lest I be laughed at by you fellow Daoists."

"Brother Yan, I have an ungracious request."

Han Chongli looked at the situation on the field, slowly exhaled a breath of turbid air, and cupped his hands in a salute: "Your junior here has excellent chess skills, only one step away from a national master. Could you allow him to swallow a Stone Spirit Powder? This pill is not a harsh medicine; although it will cost some Essence Yuan, all subsequent restorative medicines will be covered by our Han Family, and we will ensure he recovers as before. Is that possible?"

"Brother Han, you joke. He is just a child; how deep could his chess skills be? Do not flatter him."

Chen Ci waved his hand and politely declined: "I actually think these four are the true experts. You fellow Daoists will surely get what you wish for, so do not worry."

"Daoist Yan, although this child is your junior, he is only a descendant of your senior brother."

The Head of the Family of the Song Family pondered for a moment, implying something: "In this situation, I presume your senior brother would not blame you. Do you have any requirements? As long as it is within our power, we will not refuse."

Chen Ci: "."

Oh, so they want to add money?

"Ten thousand taels of gold. As long as this child can win by half a piece, ten thousand taels of gold will be offered. How about it?"

The Head of the Family of the Song Family quoted a figure that seemed quite large.

Damn it, he only gets the money if he wins. He, Chen, hated black-hearted people who only drew half a pie.

Bah!

Chen Ci spat fiercely and refused: "This senior brother is my dearest friend and brother-in-arms."

After a pause, Chen Ci added: "The kind where even adding money won't work. I don't love gold; I only love my brothers."

The Head of the Family of the Song Family: "."

You damn well were obviously tempted just now!

"Damn!"

Suddenly, a cultivator on the side spoke up; it was the old man on the left who spat out a mouthful of blood. Staring at the chessboard for a long time, he finally abandoned his pieces and conceded, sighing: "I cannot turn the tide; this old man is defeated."

"In the future, use your mind less and do not strain your brain; you should still have some years left to live."

The female cultivator inside the bamboo hut sent a voice transmission to offer guidance, then said nothing more.

This person was advanced in age; even if he took the Stone Spirit Powder, he didn't have much Essence Yuan to overdraw to improve his brainpower and calculation ability, so it was normal for him to be the first to fall.

But with one person defeated, the female cultivator in the bamboo hut withdrew a portion of her mental effort, which she could then use against the remaining four. With this, the pressure on the others increased sharply.

After another meal's time, the second chess player couldn't place a piece for a long time. Whether the medicine's effect had worn off or otherwise, his Essence Qi Spirit suddenly withered, and he could only abandon his pieces and concede, unable to fight anymore.

Soon, the fourth chess player also had a large dragon slaughtered and retreated in a crushing defeat.

"You have lost by seven pieces; there is no need to deliberate any longer."

The female cultivator in the bamboo hut spoke again. The third chess player was less than thirty years old, his eyes bloodshot. In just this short time, strands of white hair had actually appeared at his temples. Only after the female cultivator's shout did he come back to his senses, his eyes clearing up. After seeing the state of the board, he sighed gloomily and pushed the chessboard away: "Seeing this game is like a mayfly seeing the bright moon; I dare not hold the black pieces for the rest of my life."

Of the five people on the field, in the blink of an eye, only Li Yuanqing remained. His hands and feet were inexplicably stiff, and even his breathing became ragged.

"Daoist Yan!"

Han Chongli hadn't expected the chess game to change so quickly and couldn't help but shout.

"Yuanqing, if you can play, play; if you can't, then concede. Just do your best."

Chen Ci hadn't even reacted to the fact that they were calling him, and with his shallow vision, he could see that the white pieces had a huge advantage and the black pieces were already at a disadvantage. In this situation, how could he turn the game around? Shouting louder wouldn't help.

"I have lost."

Li Yuanqing's heart beat inexplicably. He dropped his chess piece, and suddenly being swept by several gazes, a lingering fear arose in his heart, and he was at a loss.

"Your chess skill is quite excellent. If you devote yourself entirely to the Dao of Chess, you have a chance to become a national master within four years."

The female voice inside the bamboo hut praised him, then changed her tone: "Fellow Daoists, since the chess game is over, you should all go down the mountain. Do not disturb me again."

"High Cultivator, that's nearly twenty lives!"

Han Chongli grew anxious; his most promising grandson was still inside, and in the future, he might even be able to enter the Inner Gate of the Nine Springs Temple and continue their incense ties.

"Say no more. Longhu Mountain might not care about slight shifts in the earth's veins, but I cannot be so ungrateful. You should go and find another expert to survey the feng shui and earth's veins yourselves."

The female cultivator's tone was already somewhat impatient; clearly, she did not want to get involved in this matter any further.

"You surnamed Yan, you are the one who ruined my grand plan!"

Han Chongli was dazed for a moment; it was impossible for their families to truly use force to compel this disciple of a major sect, whose background was unknown, to save people. Did they really think someone traveling the world had no tricks up their sleeve?

Once he came to his senses, the one surnamed Han suddenly raised his head, looked at Chen Ci, and cursed angrily: "You, damn you!"

Chen Ci: "."

No, I just came out to watch the show, what does this have to do with me?

If you're bad, practice more; if you can't afford to lose, don't play. Is such a simple principle really that hard to understand?

"That... Daoist Han, please calm down."

Chen Ci thought for a moment and decided to convince them with virtue, so he advised: "My nephew has already done his best. Look at how tired the child is, covered in sweat and pale. This approach of yours, venting your anger on bystanders, is not quite right. Although I don't know what happened, it would be the proper course of action for you Daoists to quickly find a way to save the people."

"Listening to what you all said earlier, it seems that due to a shift in the earth veins, a Yin land turned into a Yin cave, and Yin ghosts grew into a Yin Demon, trapping the disciples of your families inside."

Inside the bamboo hut, the female cultivator explained: "You should either hire an expert who understands Feng Shui and geomancy to survey the earth veins and disrupt the Feng Shui, or hire a high-level cultivator to directly break the Yin cave, or go in yourselves and wipe out the demon lair. As long as you are quick, it should be fine."

Yin ghosts, Yin Demon?

Why does it feel like this is somewhat within my professional scope!

Chen Ci's eyes brightened slightly, and he subconsciously said: "You should have said so earlier! Fellow Daoists, I have some top-quality stabilization and warding-off talismans here, five hundred taels of silver each. Everyone who has used them says they are good. For the sake of saving lives, I will sell you thirty of them at a discount—ten thousand taels of silver will do. Buy my talismans, save your 'him,' wouldn't that be delightful?"

Uh...

It's just that looking at their expressions, they don't seem to want to buy them.

I inexplicably have the feeling of a medical dispute.

Chen Ci pondered for a moment, then waved his hand slightly: "Well, even if the deal doesn't go through, the friendship remains. If there is nothing else, I will take my junior and leave first. Everyone, please do as you please, don't mind me."

"You still want to leave?"

The Head of the Family of the Song Family gritted his teeth, his expression turning cold.

The people who came here all had family disciples trapped in the Yin cave. They had originally gone to the Yin land to capture some Yin spirits to raise as incense spirits; whether they were to be made into Yellow Turban Warriors, Bean Soldier Warriors, or incense gods, they were all excellent choices. But they never expected that their group's luck would be so poor that they happened to run into a Feng Shui Yin land.

Just now, they were clearly only a step away. If it weren't for this person surnamed Chen sticking his oar in, they might have won the round.

And this female cultivator—it was just saving people, which for her was likely a trivial matter. Her shilly-shallying was also damnably annoying!

However, their families were just local gentry and large clans. Although they had some roots, they couldn't afford to offend a disciple of a major sect, so how could they dare to truly vent their anger on this female cultivator?

But if they couldn't afford to offend a disciple of a major sect, couldn't they afford to offend a loose practitioner from the world of martial arts?

"Brother Song, do not vent your anger on others; it loses us our dignity."

Han Chongli slowly exhaled a breath of turbid air, reached out to stop the Head of the Family of the Song Family, and said indifferently: "Daoist Yan, you may do as you please. However, this junior of yours is a Registered Disciple of my Han Family. For failing to respect his elders and for acting in bad faith, I must enforce the family laws and sect rules today to punish him a little."

Upon hearing this, Li Yuanqing's already pale face turned even whiter; he was, after all, still just a youth.

Hey, are you pushing your luck?

But this is Dongshan Prefecture, I'll endure it!

Chen Ci made a gesture and said with a forced smile: "Daoist Han, you are joking. He is just a child, why be so petty?"

"Do you think I look like I am joking?"

Han Chongli scanned Chen Ci and said coldly: "Or do you think our five families are all joking? Now that our nephews are neither seen alive nor dead, this boy is incompetent and must bear some responsibility. Either you, Daoist Yan, put in some effort, or you, Daoist Yan, may leave as you please, but do not interfere in the affairs of my Han Family."

"Actually, even if he swallowed medicinal pills, it wouldn't have much effect. The so-called 'one line higher, the gap is bottomless'; if one does not become a master, the difference is still too great."

The female cultivator in the bamboo hut didn't know if she was a nice person or just loved to join in the fun, but she even explained a few words.

"The High Cultivator's words are reasonable, but without rules, there is no order. Otherwise, if every disciple shirks responsibility and acts lazily when encountering trouble, how can they cultivate and seek the Dao?"

Han Chongli bowed to the bamboo hut, his expression unchanged.

"Daoist Han, your families seem to have quite a bit of wealth; can you not hire a high-level Dragon-Tiger cultivator from Nine Springs Temple to take action?"

Chen Ci had a headache; with the time wasted dawdling, they might as well have gone to Quanshan to beg for help.

Han Chongli gritted his teeth, his face darkening slightly, and he did not respond.

They had long prepared the silver and wanted to hire a high-level cultivator from Nine Springs Temple to save the people. As a local major clan, their ancestors actually had more or less some incense ties with Nine Springs Temple, so it shouldn't have been impossible to hire someone.

But the result? They really didn't hire anyone, and they didn't even get to see the face of a Dao Foundation High Cultivator.

"I know about this."

The female cultivator in the bamboo hut interjected again: "Last month, at the birthday banquet of the Dragon Lord of Liuyun Palace, the Dao Foundation cultivators of Nine Springs Temple all went to join the fun and haven't returned to the mountain yet. Except for those guarding Quanshan who cannot leave for a moment, there are no high-level cultivators in Nine Springs Temple."

"Hey, this... Daoist, what did you say?"

Chen Ci was stunned for a moment. The Dragon Lord's birthday banquet had been over for more than a month; the people who went to the feast haven't returned?

"The birthday banquet of the Dragon Lord of Liuyun Palace?"

"No, no, the last sentence."

"Uh... currently, except for some low-level apprentices, there are no high-level cultivators in Nine Springs Temple?"

The cool female voice pondered for a moment, somewhat unsure which sentence Chen Ci was asking about.

"You surnamed Yan, stop stalling! If you don't leave, then don't leave at all!"

The Head of the Family of the Song Family had already lost his patience, fierce light flickering in his eyes. This person surnamed Yan's cultivation was just so-so; the six of them were all local experts, could they not take down one loose practitioner?

Six against one, how could they lose!

Chen Ci scanned the people on the scene with a strange expression. He thought about it, wanted to speak but stopped, and finally couldn't help but sigh: "You local cultivators are truly too impolite. I kindly reasoned with you, tried to empathize, and was even willing to give you some talismans, but in the end, you are bullying people too much."

The more Chen Ci spoke, the more indignant he felt. He, the dignified He Mountain Light, was actually being bullied like this. This world just couldn't stand to see people doing well.

The more indignant he felt, the colder his heart became, and even Chen Ci's tone inexplicably turned cold: "I, this seat, considering that every one of your families has lost people and you look pitiful, did not want to argue with you and allowed you to babble a few words. But if you say anything more, it will be impolite."

"You!"

The Head of the Family of the Song Family was furious upon hearing this. Just as he reached out a finger, he met the cold, sneering gaze Chen Ci cast over.

Whoosh!

The next instant, a dull-colored baleful energy flew out from Chen Ci's waist. This person surnamed Song's protective True Qi was like paper; it bled instantly, and a huge gash was slashed open. If it weren't for the fact that Master Chen had slightly held back to avoid the Six Yang Skull, this person surnamed Song could have already gone to be reincarnated.

Do you understand the true mettle of the He Mountain Great Method, which prizes bravery and ferocity?

"Pointing fingers and making gestures, you have no breeding."

Chen Ci stretched out his finger and pointed at the remaining five people, who had suddenly stiffened and stood still; no one dared to tend to the Head of the Family of the Song Family, who was lying on the ground with only air going in and none coming out.

In the Liangjiang Sea Market, it was fine for Old Master Chen to be a little Chen.

But back in the countryside, without a high-level cultivator from the Nine Springs Temple to keep order, what 'you' are you talking about? You have no manners.

Call me Daddy!

"Five Yin Evil Qi Bag, you are... a cultivator of the He Mountain Sect!"

Han Chongli's tone was somewhat bitter, and his waist bent down as he stammered, "Daoist Yan, there must be some misunderstanding here."

Damn it, you should have said so earlier; what 'small sect from the north with three or five people per generation'—what a trap.

Moreover, cultivators of the He Mountain Sect truly dare to kill.

"A misunderstanding, there is a little bit, but exactly how much is hard to say; it depends on the attitude you take when apologizing."

Chen Ci stroked his Adai, which had not made an appearance for a long time, and a sense of emptiness from bullying the weak welled up; he sighed with emotion and said, "Also, in the future, when you hear the great name of Yan Shan, I hope you can understand that He Mountain cultivators are also reasonable people. Did you remember that?"

(End of this chapter)