Chapter 85: Bai Yun Swordsman Enters the Array Again

Successfully mixing into the high-end marriage-seeking grand meeting, Liu Xiaolou let go of the confused Bai Yun Swordsman and wandered around alone.

The Wash Ink Hall was just a hall for meeting guests and had no guest rooms for staying, but it still occupied a large area. In addition to the main hall, there were flower gardens, fish ponds, bamboo forests, painting halls, study rooms, lecture halls, and the like. The furnishings were simple yet generous, low-key yet luxurious, which made Liu Xiaolou very envious. It was truly worthy of being a thousand-year-old family.

If he could marry the Li family daughter back to Wulong Mountain, Liu Xiaolou would naturally be a thousand times willing, but the problem was he couldn't do it. If he really didn't care about the consequences and fought for it, it would be fine if he didn't win. If he was luckily chosen, he couldn't imagine what consequences he would face after his identity was exposed.

Therefore, Liu Xiaolou's ultimate goal was actually very simple: mix in and sit and wait, wait for the Li family to choose the future son-in-law, and after the meeting ended, collect the reward.

After all, even the Zheng family of Luo Mountain gave every attendee a small token of appreciation. Could the Li family of Damu Mountain, with a deeper foundation, not give one? The Zheng family gave one spirit stone; how many would the Li family give? Liu Xiaolou was looking forward to this.

Alright, if they really didn't give one, he had no way. Not every effort would have a harvest; he understood this point very deeply.

The marriage-seeking grand meeting of Damu Mountain was different from Luo Mountain. They had screened the family background in advance, so they didn't need to understand this aspect, nor did they value it highly—in terms of family background, there were really few families that could exceed theirs.

And they didn't pay attention to appearance. At least Liu Xiaolou saw several guys whose appearance was ordinary or even could be called "peculiar." So tonight, more attention was paid to the individual's cultivation, especially actual combat cultivation.

Nineteen young talents from various sects and factions showed their skills in the lecture hall, either demonstrating unique techniques or fighting in pairs. Liu Xiaolou watched with great interest, sending out a burst of applause and a cheer from time to time. It had to be admitted that these disciples of great families and sects were truly powerful. At the same age and with the same cultivation, it was very difficult for those loose cultivators in Western Xiang to defeat them head-on.

Liu Xiaolou himself was at the third level. After watching a disciple from a certain sect who was also at the third level of Qi Refinement demonstrate a magic artifact, he felt that if it were him, it would be tough, unless he used the Ground-Leaving Dispersing Yuan Rope. But he didn't know how many meridian points the other party had opened, and how much effect his spiritual rope could have. These were all unknowns.

There was another way, which was to cast an illusion array, but the illusion array could only trap the enemy for a moment and could not defeat the opponent.

Therefore, when it was his turn to go down, he had no heart to fight. He just went through the motions. Often, after only three or five rounds, his Three Mystical Sword was knocked away by the opponent's magic artifact, and he simply admitted defeat and went down.

As a loose cultivator of Wulong Mountain, he was better at group fights, hitting with clubs, drugging, and pestering. He was also ruthless in his attacks. He truly didn't know how to fight in such a fair and square manner.

In the inner residence of the Li family, several elders who had a say in the family were carefully discussing. The clan uncle responsible for monitoring the competition said, "Most of them are not bad, especially Lin Sanlang of Chicheng Mountain, Guo Ai of Huiji Mountain, and Yun Ao of Bai Yun Villa, which is the same as we expected before."

A middle-aged one-armed cultivator said, "Chicheng Mountain is one of the Ten Great Cave Heavens, and Huiji Mountain is also one of the Thirty-Six Cave Heavens. The disciples who come out of there can't be bad no matter what."

The old clan uncle looked at the old master sitting in the main seat. "Actually, I am very optimistic about that child Yun Ao. Although his cultivation is only at the sixth level, he has great potential. It is just that the Yun family's teaching method is not right. If he gets an opportunity, this child still has great hope."

The old master looked at the beautiful woman sitting opposite. "The child was born by you, and now she is getting married. Your husband passed away early, so why don't you say something?"

The beautiful woman replied, "Yun Ao looks good, but the other child from the Yun family, the one called Liu Xiaolou, his cultivation is really too poor, which shows that the Yun family's name is not true."

The old clan uncle said, "The one who came is a cousin of the Yun family, not surnamed Yun!"

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The beautiful woman said, "Since he was sent by the Yun family to attend the meeting, even if he is a cousin, he is a true relative. Not to mention this, I have paid special attention to him. When he talks about Daoist methods with others, he talks more about dual cultivation techniques, and he talks about it with great relish! I am not saying dual cultivation is bad, but his proper Daoist methods are not good, yet he is addicted to this. His character is probably not good, and he was born with a good appearance in vain. I don't want my child to marry into the Yun family."

The old clan uncle sneered, "How can it be so... well, you are the child's mother. If you are really unwilling, forget it."

The old master coughed. "Then let's choose one between Lin Sanlang and Guo Ai."

Liu Xiaolou was completely unaware that he had ruined a marriage for the Bai Yun Swordsman. After the Li family announced the results, he received a return gift as he wished.

Two spirit stones!

Liu Xiaolou was overjoyed, and his sense of happiness was pulled to the full. He left the Wash Ink Hall happily. Before he had gone far, he planned to find a hidden place, wait for the Bai Yun Swordsman to come out, and then secretly follow behind to see if there were any other marriage-seeking grand meetings he could mix into.

The Bai Yun Swordsman didn't succeed this time, so he would definitely continue to find a way, right? That was his opportunity.

But before he could hide, the Bai Yun Swordsman came out behind him. Seeing Liu Xiaolou, he chased him directly, scaring Liu Xiaolou to turn and run. The two ran one after another and disappeared in an instant.

The Li family servants who were seeing them off at the door didn't understand the reason. The steward shook his head and laughed, "These two brothers from Bai Yun Villa are people of temperament, truly interesting."

In the past two years, Liu Xiaolou's footwork had improved rapidly with the growth of his cultivation, but after all, limited by his cultivation, he still couldn't outrun the Bai Yun Swordsman and was blocked in a mountain hollow five miles away.

The Bai Yun Swordsman shouted, "What is the origin of your Three Mystical Sect? Why did Damu Mountain also invite you to attend?"

Liu Xiaolou panted and said, "You must know that there are people beyond people, and heavens beyond heavens. The world is not just your villa. My Three Mystical Sect has a hundred-year foundation. If you don't recognize it, it is because you are ignorant and have shallow knowledge. Alright, alright, neither of us was chosen by them. You and I can be considered to be in the same boat. Even if we can't be friends, there is no need to make things difficult for me, right?"

The Bai Yun Swordsman said angrily, "You still have the nerve to say that? I have already asked the steward of Damu Mountain. They said that the reason I was not chosen is because of you. Tell me, what kind of ghost thing is your Three Mystical Sect? What kind of fault have you committed?"

Liu Xiaolou was also angry. "They said it was because of me and you believed it? You and I have been friends for a while..."

Before he could finish, the Bai Yun Swordsman had already drawn his sword. "Friends my ass! It is because I ran into you that I have been frustrated again and again. Today I must kill you!"

The sword radiance spat and swallowed, one sword faster than the other, which was by no means something the Three Mystical Sword could resist. After blocking a little with all his might, Liu Xiaolou had no choice but to throw out the array plate.

The two were as if they were restricted, each motionless in place. Liu Xiaolou desperately urged his true qi, causing him to sweat profusely, while the Bai Yun Swordsman's face was flushed red, staring blankly at something unknown ahead, his sitting posture strange.

After a stalemate for half an hour, Liu Xiaolou was the first to be unable to hold on. He withdrew the array plate and ran. The Bai Yun Swordsman was stunned by the sudden interruption and couldn't recover for a long time, so he could only watch Liu Xiaolou disappear without a trace.

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