Chapter 63: Equal Heaven Great Sage?!

Outside the villa, Yao Jingwu walked to the back of the car and observed the surroundings.

He confirmed no one was following.

He opened the trunk and, as quickly as possible, took out a near‑human‑shaped ginseng from the exquisite packaging box.

Then he crumpled the packaging box with his bare hands and stuffed it into a corner.

Let alone being an item brought out from the mission world—a 500‑year ginseng.

Even in the real world, there isn't five hundred years.

Moreover, the traces of artificial cultivation are too severe.

Yao Jingwu glanced at the ginseng in his hand, pulled it twice to make it look less human‑shaped, then slowly walked back.

He was thinking about how to settle the matter satisfactorily—successfully obtaining the cleanup.

You can't just bully your way in; everyone here is a person of near‑science.

Yao Jingwu is the type who collects a paycheck but does no work.

As fellow "insiders," the rules cannot be broken.

At least Yao Jingwu lacks the ability; breaking the rules would surely bring punishment.

If you try to force it, you'll end up losing more than you gain.

So the focus lies on that newcomer.

Yao Jingwu's eyes darted around, and suddenly he had a good idea.

From the earlier contact, this newcomer is arrogant and overconfident—such a personality is easy to exploit.

He showed a confident smile and strode back.

That appearance left the God‑Demon Walker, who had just suspected him of scheming against the newcomer, somewhat stunned.

Could it really be a five‑hundred‑year‑old ginseng?

"Try it." Yao Jingwu directly handed the ginseng to Tang Luo.

Tang Luo took it, pulled off a tiny ginseng rootlet, and put it in his mouth.

After chewing a few times and swallowing, he said, "Fake. Do you have anything else?"

"Fake?"

Yao Jingwu seemed like a hunter who had finally seized an opportunity, striking immediately: "You actually say mine is fake!"

"It's useless to me." Tang Luo said, completely calm.

Tang Elder has seen all kinds of big winds and waves.

Little brother, you're trying to stir up trouble, huh.

"You say it's useless, so it's useless?" Yao Jingwu flared with righteous indignation: "This ginseng is something I obtained after risking life and death on my last mission!"

"Then you really are weak." Tang Luo said.

After nine deaths and one life, you only got this useless trinket?

"You!"

Yao Jingwu's anger instantly turned real: "Want to die?"

"Do you want to die?"

Qin Menglan's voice lacked the spring breeze; it was like a cold wind blowing past.

"Qin Team Leader." Yao Jingwu turned to face the approaching Qin Menglan, his voice hard: "This brat says my ginseng is fake; if it spreads in public, who will buy my stuff? Put mildly, it cuts off my source of income; put strongly, it ruins my reputation, and no one will trade with me anymore—this is trying to kill me!"

Justified words.

"……" Qin Menglan said nothing, sizing up Yao Jingwu from head to toe, as if guessing his plan.

"This matter cannot be counted!" Yao Jingwu declared firmly.

"Then what do you want—take that equipment as compensation and apology?" Qin Menglan mocked.

No matter how Yao Jingwu spouted nonsense.

She would never let this guy succeed.

Once the breach is opened, later someone will imitate it, and the consequences are unimaginable.

"Am I that kind of person?" Yao Jingwu said. "I only want a face‑to‑face, sincere apology."

"Hmph—" Qin Menglan snorted. "Your ginseng, real or fake—dare you let me try it?"

"Qin Team Leader, are you also a ginseng appraiser?" Yao Jingwu refused to back down.

Increase strength, survive, then you can have a little sister.

He still knows how to weigh priorities.

Besides, once he becomes strong enough that even near‑science has to rely on him, will he still fear this woman won't submit?

A cool head, clear thoughts.

He understands the logic that a sycophant has nothing.

"Isn't what I say not counting? Otherwise, let everyone come to appraise it?" Qin Menglan wanted to undermine Yao Jingwu's foothold.

"One mouthful each—I might as well give it away." Yao Jingwu said, then looked at Tang Luo: "Don't hide behind the woman; if you're a man, step forward. What I want is simple—right here, right now, face to face, apologize to me! Say sorry!"

"Heh, get lost."

Tang Luo was very cooperative with Yao Jingwu.

Yao Jingwu flashed a "plan succeeded" expression, then turned into anger that wasn't a disguise but had to be shown outwardly.

"This matter, it seems, can't be left alone."

Before Qin Menglan could speak, Yao Jingwu immediately declared, "I want to duel you! For my honor and dignity, Fate Inheritor, must not be insulted!"

"……"

"……"

The surrounding people felt a bit embarrassed; forcing lines like this isn't good, is it?

Sure.

Tang Luo smiled and agreed, causing Qin Menglan's upcoming words to be swallowed back.

Very good.

Yao Jingwu laughed from the heart.

As expected, the other party fell for his goading tactic.

Then...

If I lose, your ginseng belongs to you; if I win, your equipment belongs to me. Yao Jingwu revealed his true intention.

If Tang Luo insists on not accepting.

He also had no choice but to obediently hand over the cleaning duty.

But Tang Luo accepted.

Qin Menglan also couldn't continue to jump out and mediate.

Such a thing as a duel.

It hasn't never happened before.

It belongs to the rules everyone tacitly accepts.

At most they'd curse a few times, saying Yao Jingwu is dark enough and shameless enough.

Not enough. Tang Luo laughed, revealing his icy-white teeth, "Today we will not only decide victory or defeat, but also life and death."

Father and son — no, a life-and-death match?!

Someone exclaimed in surprise.

This is way too big of a game.

Everyone has heard of and seen duels.

But a life-and-death match?

Never seen before; is there really a need for this?

Even stepping back, if one wanted the other dead, finding an opportunity to strike secretly would suffice.

Among Gods and Demons Walkers, causing trouble is not prohibited.

Of course, if the trouble is too big, the side that starts it is more likely to disappear.

Yao Jingwu instantly had Tang Luo pushed to the cliff's edge, leaving him in a situation where he couldn't back down.

Separate life and death?

He had never even thought of it.

Suppressing this newcomer's cleaning duty is to increase strength; increasing strength is for what? Of course, to survive, to live better.

To prepare equipment for a life-and-death battle, that's putting the cart before the horse.

Yao Jingwu hesitated; then he saw the mockery and hidden joy in Tang Luo's eyes.

Fine, a life-and-death match it is!

He spoke, saying, "How dangerous, I was almost tricked by this kid."

"Find a place?" Tang Luo looked at Qin Menglan.

"Are you both sure?" Qin Menglan asked, "When the time comes, no matter who wins or loses, we will neither intervene to save anyone nor pursue responsibility afterward."

"Sure." Yao Jingwu nodded.

Someone is seeking death; can't be stopped.

"Hmm." Tang Luo also nodded.

"Alright." Qin Menglan no longer objected.

The ecology among Gods and Demons Walkers is like the old martial world, the jianghu.

Since both sides agree, let's start the killing.

Everyone knows what kind of people they are; they have a rough idea in mind, so there's no need to pretend.

"You guys don't fight anymore". gif?

It doesn't exist.

At most help with the aftermath.

Walking to one side of the hall, Qin Menglan opened a secret door, revealing a downward passage.

The elderly all had expressions of "seen it before, not surprised."

The newcomers, however, were somewhat surprised.

Is there also a basement?

Indeed there is a basement—or rather, calling it an underground stadium would be more fitting.

An underground space comparable in size to two football fields.

All around—up, down, left, right—are covered in steel, with exaggerated training equipment placed in the corners.

Some walls and the ground still bear traces—likely from Gods and Demons Walkers practicing skills here.

Without further ado, over thirty Demon Gods Walkers spontaneously dispersed, standing far away, watching the two in the arena.

"I can't understand why you're seeking death." Yao Jingwu said, "Don't you forget that I am also a Fate Holder?"

If he is not a Fate Holder, he is merely an ordinary Gods and Demons Walker.

The other side being so confident is still normal.

But everyone is a Fate Holder, and Yao Jingwu is already several steps ahead.

He couldn't fathom that the person opposite—oh, the one claiming to be Xuanzang—dared to come and seek death.

Shouldn't you have borrowed a donkey to go downhill when Qin Menglan asked at the end?

It's nothing more than a piece of equipment.

What's more important than life?

Tang Luo did not answer Yao Jingwu's words, placed his palms together in front of his chest, slightly bowed his head, closed his eyes, and said: "Amitabha, please, benefactor."

"Arrogant!"

Yao Jingwu cursed and immediately struck out.

Having confidence is one thing.

But even when a lion fights a rabbit, it uses its full strength.

Yao Jingwu would never capsize in a gutter.

His right hand's five fingers spread, and his palm instantly expanded to more than twice the size of an ordinary person's.

Veins bulged, like a giant dragon coiling around a pillar, covering the back of the hand and the fingers.

His nails shot out, sharp as a beast's claws.

In an instant, this ferocious, demon‑claw‑like palm arrived at Tang Luo's head.

A fishy wind blew in his face, dark clouds covered his head!

This was a skill Yao Jingwu once had—Iron Claw.

But after he became a Fate Holder, this skill gradually changed.

This change does not produce information "on paper".

But a Fate Holder naturally knows of this change.

Yao Jingwu gave it a new name—Soul‑Scattering Divine Claw!

One strike of it will surely make a person's soul fly and scatter!

"As expected..."

Tang Luo raised his lowered head, opened his eyes, and said: "There's a bit of demonic aura."

His palm, still pressed together, moved upward and slapped Yao Jingwu's "claw"!

For a moment, Yao Jingwu felt as if he had struck a diamond of unparalleled hardness.

Not only did it not break, the feedback also caused his fingers intense pain, followed by a feeling of numbness.

Yao Jingwu instantly withdrew his hand and stepped back.

He glanced at his right hand.

The ring and middle fingers' nails had flipped outward, and blood slowly seeped out.

His whole hand trembled involuntarily.

Looking at the opponent's hand again, not a single hair was harmed!

"How could this be!"

Yao Jingwu's face instantly twisted.

His Soul‑Scattering Divine Claw, when used on ordinary steel‑reinforced concrete buildings, was as easy as grabbing tofu.

Even the underground "training field", made of special reinforced steel, could bear its claw marks.

The opponent's hand……could it be made of diamond?

"Is it a skill like the Great Strength Diamond Palm?" Yao Jingwu thought to himself.

He looked at the opponent's sudden monk‑like demeanor.

He also called himself Xuanzang, a monk's dharma name.

What kind of monk's Fate is this?

A sweeping monk?

A senior monk of the Shaolin sect's Empty generation?

Wuhua?

It surely can't be a god‑or‑Buddha Fate, right?

"Amitabha."

Tang Luo also did not pursue, held one hand upright before his chest and the other behind his back, suddenly becoming an accomplished monk, saying: "I, the humble monk Xuanzang, specialize in subduing demons; I do not know what kind of demon you are, benefactor."

"Demon?"

Yao Jingwu, furious, let out a bitter laugh and lifted his left hand, spreading it open.

Moments later, a broom appeared in his hand, which he rotated and waved twice.

"My Fate is that of the Great Sage Equal to Heaven!"

A violent aura burst from his body.

His golden hair fluttered.

In his opened mouth, sharp canine teeth were visible.

His momentum soared to the heavens!

"Huh?"

Tang Luo's expression became strange.