Chapter 122

Of course, when He Pingsheng used poison just now, he used only a tiny bit.

He didn’t use much at all!

Although he did want to kill this guy right in front of him, because during the attack, the fellow had tried several times to kill him.

He Pingsheng could still sense that killing intent.

But He Pingsheng dared not.

Yes, he truly dared not!

Come on, he was in the Ice Pole Sect’s own territory, surrounded by several Elders, and the opponent was the Ice Pole Sect’s once-in-ten-thousand-years genius.

If he killed Xiao Xuan, He Pingsheng guaranteed he wouldn’t live past ten breaths.

So directly killing Xiao Xuan—that brainless fool’s move—He Pingsheng would never do.

He couldn’t kill him now!

“Xiao Xuan!”

As expected!

As soon as Xiao Xuan collapsed onto the arena, the red-robed Elder Bing Xuan shot forward from his seat, instantly disabling the arena’s array, then arrived at Xiao Xuan’s side.

At this moment, He Pingsheng had already retreated to the edge of the arena.

He feared Bing Xuan might fly into a rage and crush him.

Of course, Reyang True Person wasn’t a fool—he landed on the arena half a breath after Bing Xuan, cursing He Pingsheng aloud while advancing to check Xiao Xuan’s injuries; in truth, he had come to protect He Pingsheng.

Reyang Ancestor also feared Bing Xuan might kill in a rage!

“Poisoned?” Bing Xuan’s brows knotted tightly: “Xiao Xuan, how do you feel now?”

Xiao Xuan gasped for breath and said: “I… this disciple… feels numb all over—I can’t move!”

As he spoke, he turned his head and shot He Pingsheng two furious glares.

He Pingsheng hurriedly said: “Elder, my poison isn’t lethal—rest a few days at home and you’ll be fine, or take one Grade-One Antidote Pill!”

“Good!” Bing Xuan immediately pulled a Grade-One Antidote Pill from his storage pouch and tossed it to Xiao Xuan to swallow.

After swallowing the antidote pill, Xiao Xuan could walk normally after about a dozen breaths.

“Phew…”

Seeing this, everyone sighed in relief.

“Let’s go!” Elder Bing Xuan said with a dark face: “The match is over!”

“No… I won’t accept it!” Xiao Xuan shouted: “I won’t accept it… he cheated! He used low tactics!”

“He ambushed me!”

“I want to fight him again!”

“Nonsense!” Bing Xuan snapped at Xiao Xuan: “The match is over—how dare you cause a scene?”

Everyone here is someone of standing; a little competition during the match is fine, but now that the outcome is decided, you still want to challenge him again? That’s ridiculous!

And there are so many fellow cultivators watching!

Bing Xuan couldn’t afford to lose face, and neither could the entire Ice Pole Sect.

“But…” Bing Xuan turned to He Pingsheng: “He kid, I’ll ask one more thing—I didn’t quite catch what you just used.”

“Is this poison part of your own cultivated toxin, or did you bring in an external one?”

It wasn’t that Bing Xuan wanted to cheat—it was a crucial distinction.

If it was a toxin you cultivated yourself, that’s perfectly legitimate—it’s your own technique.

But if you brought in external poison, that violates the match rules.

“Please, Elder, inspect me!” He Pingsheng said, then extended his hand slightly.

His wood-element spiritual power surged forth, instantly forming a green vine before him.

Chit-chit-chit…

Several soft sounds, and the vine crept toward Elder Bing Xuan.

Its poison thorns opened, poised to strike.

Bing Xuan glanced at it once, then nodded: “No problem… it’s your own toxin.”

“Still, I must say one thing!”

“Such techniques are dangerous—better to cultivate and use them as little as possible!”

“Exactly! Exactly!” Reyang nodded: “Elder Bing Xuan is right—such low tactics should be avoided entirely, and winning with them isn’t honorable!”

“So I think… this match should be counted as a loss for our Grand Void Gate!”

“He Pingsheng’s method is beneath dignity!”

Reyang spoke soft words, but inside he was nearly laughing out loud.

For him now, winning or losing didn’t matter—the Grand Void Gate had already saved face.

“Yes, Elder, you’re right!” He Pingsheng instantly understood the Ancestor’s meaning and added: “Elder Bing Xuan, I knew I had a ninety percent chance of losing against Xiao Xuan, so I… thought of this low tactic. I was impolite!”

After all, he’d won—what harm was there in saying a few humble words?

Bing Xuan nodded with a dark face: “You won—you won. The Ice Pole Sect can accept defeat.”

Inside, Bing Xuan felt like vomiting blood: these two foxes—one old, one young—had won yet spoke only sweet words, leaving him not a single excuse to retaliate, not even a crack to exploit.

Then he looked at his own disciple, still shouting and screaming, with not a shred of composure.

Hmph…

Vomiting blood!

“He Pingsheng… you wait… you wait…”

“You wait—someday I’ll kill you!”

“You ambushed me! You’re dishonorable!”

“I won’t let you off!”

Xiao Xuan was dragged away by other Ice Pole Sect disciples, still hurling insults as he went.

He Pingsheng wore a humble, respectful expression: “Senior Brother Xiao, please calm down—every fault is mine, please don’t hold it against me!”

“You…”

“You…”

“You…”

Xiao Xuan wanted to curse again, but faced with this pile of cotton, he didn’t know how to start—he turned beet red, as if painted with pig’s blood, feeling He Pingsheng had crushed his dignity beneath his feet.

This made him even angrier.

Puh…

He spat out a mouthful of blood.

Xiao Xuan fainted dead away.

Oh dear…

Countless spectators stood stunned.

"My apologies, everyone!" Bing Xuan waved his hand, tossing the supreme storage pouch to He Pingsheng, then flung his red robe and hurried off.

The crowd erupted in murmurs.

“This kid… hehehe…” Jiao Dao Gu’s lips curled into a smile: “Ah… what a fine child!”

“Though his talent is lacking, his temperament and wisdom are top-notch!”

“What a pity… what a pity…”

“Auntie, are you satisfied now?” Qiao Huizhu also smiled brightly: “I told you—I didn’t misjudge him!”

“He’s excellent!” Jiao Dao Gu said: “At least far superior to this Xiao family’s genius. If Xiao Xuan isn’t properly disciplined, he’ll never amount to much. But we don’t need to worry about that—surely the Ice Pole Sect will discipline him well!”

“Go on!”

“Talk to him—we should leave now!”

…

“Excellent, excellent… hehehe…” Reyang Ancestor stroked his beard, laughing happily.

He Pingsheng asked: “Ancestor, did I not bring shame to our Grand Void Gate?”

“Not just no shame?” Reyang said: “You brought us great honor! Hahaha… that old bastard Bing Xuan is seething with rage and has nowhere to vent it… Hahaha…”

“So happy!”