Thief of Sanjie Chapter 81

“A Qi Refining stage cultivator can wield eleven flying swords simultaneously, and Yuheng University actually didn’t want you?”

“Yes,” Xu Yuan smiled.

“Come on, let’s add each other as friends.” Zhang Pengcheng took out his phone.

The two added each other as friends, bowed to each other, and jumped off the arena.

Scattered applause began to sound.

The applause grew louder and louder.

The host exclaimed, “What a wonderful exchange! It’s simply beyond imagination. Who would have thought that a Qi Refining stage cultivator could perform such marvelous sword techniques!”

“Of course, Zhang Pengcheng’s performance was also brilliant. Whether it was his offense or his continuous defense against flying swords, it was truly eye-opening!”

“Let’s cheer for them!”

The applause was like a rising tide, like thunder.

Xu Yuan seemed oblivious to the attention, letting Yang Xiaobing support him as they walked off the stage and returned to the stands to sit down, not saying a word.

After a while.

The battle on stage resumed.

Yang Xiaobing turned to look at him, then looked away, only to turn back and look at him again after a moment.

“What’s wrong?” Xu Yuan asked.

“I know you work very hard, but if something’s bothering you, you can tell me. You don’t have to bear it all by yourself, that’s too tough,” Yang Xiaobing said softly.

Xu Yuan smiled and secretly squeezed her hand.

She was startled immediately, hastily trying to pull her hand back, but he held it firmly.

In an instant.

“You still have strength?” Yang Xiaobing asked in surprise.

Xu Yuan immediately let go, sucking in a cold breath, “Quick, help me see, it’s cramping—cramping—”

Yang Xiaobing saw his hand was twisted in a knot, clearly cramping.

“I told you, you pushed yourself too hard. Why did you use so much strength?”

She chided him, then quickly grabbed his hand and carefully massaged it.

Only then did Xu Yuan secretly let out a sigh of relief.

My brother almost capsized in the gutter and wouldn’t see tomorrow’s sun.

“Xiao Bing, did you see the words that appeared on both sides of me just now?” he asked.

“I saw them. They were just imageries. Don’t talk, or I’ll press harder,” Yang Xiaobing said.

Such a lonely imagery doesn’t suit you!

I’m going to change it!

“Hiss, hiss, hiss! Gently, don’t be so rough, please,” Xu Yuan sucked in a cold breath, pleading softly.

He had originally intended to inquire, but this girl went crazy!

He instantly dared not ask anything.

“What’s with your tone!”

Yang Xiaobing’s face flushed, and she protested stammering, burying her head and continuing to rub vigorously.

Xu Yuan was stunned.

Well, well.

I wasn’t thinking much, but you were.

Girls these days understand everything; it’s simply a decline in public morals, yet so endearing.

Across the stands.

The white-haired old man closed his eyes in thought, then suddenly said, “How many flying swords can you control simultaneously now?”

“Shamefully, I can only control three, and I’ve never even considered controlling eleven flying swords at once,” the young teacher replied.

“Indeed, even with Sword Control Art, controlling ten flying swords to attack simultaneously is an extremely difficult feat.”

The white-haired old man commented.

“Moreover, he manifested an imagery the moment he attacked. Did you see the sunset behind him? Infusing flying swords with Gold Spirit to form this imagery is simply genius,” the young teacher said.

“The setting sun in the west, a heartbroken person… there should be more to it.”

“Although incomplete, one can still perceive a certain artistic conception. It has been a long time since such a young person has emerged,” the white-haired old man lamented.

As they spoke.

The battle on stage grew increasingly intense.

Everyone’s attention was drawn to it.

Xu Yuan relaxed, popped a Spirit Replenishment Pill into his mouth, and while waiting for the medicinal power to slowly spread, he gazed into the void.

“Congratulations.”

“You have won one of the series: Great Hero (Difficult Mode) First Battle: Dead End.”

“Description: This is your first time expressing your will under the gaze of various forces, so this round of competition only allows victory, not defeat.”

“This victory allows your series ‘Great Hero’ to successfully suppress ‘Funeral Elegy’ and plunder from ‘Funeral Elegy’ to redecorate your shop.”

“Note.”

“Your shop ‘Apprentice Qi Cultivator’s Combat Preparation Room’ is currently being renovated!”

“Duration: 24 hours.”

“After the new shop’s renovation is complete, the second battle will be unlocked for you.”

“Additionally, a blank ‘Historical Branch’ has been acquired.”

A great harvest.

Indeed, the bigger the waves, the more precious the fish!

Xu Yuan didn’t rush to look at the ‘Historical Branch’ he had just acquired.

That matter needed to be set aside for now.

The important thing at the moment was to check the shop immediately!

“Shop.”

He silently chanted in his mind.

The “Apprentice Qi Cultivator’s Combat Preparation Room” immediately appeared before him.

But unlike before, the entire shop was blocked off by cardboard, making it impossible to see inside. Only the sounds of electric drills and hammering could be heard.

The cardboard read two lines: “Don’t go away, completely upgraded in 24 hours, a combat preparation room that understands you better, meticulously prepared for your campaigns.”

“—You deserve it.”

“—” Xu Yuan.

Okay then.

It was really renovating.

He wondered what it had plundered from the “Funeral Elegy” competition that allowed it to afford renovations.

One day—

He could wait.

Then he would wait.

Let’s look at the other gain.

“Where’s the lit up lamp reward? Come out.”

Xu Yuan silently thought.

Faint glowing small print quickly appeared: “Conquering ordinary audiences is merely basic for you, but conquering professional cultivators is a difficult feat.”

“You did it.”

“The entire venue is currently lit up, befitting your champion status.”

“This lit up lamp comes from the new individual competition ‘Great Hero’, so you can set three types of rewards and choose one prize from them.”

“Equipment, cultivation technique, Historical Branch,” Xu Yuan immediately said.

A Historical Branch was absolutely necessary, there was no fear of having too many.

Equipment and cultivation techniques were the basic building blocks for cultivators.

Following Xu Yuan’s choice, three items appeared before him.

A blue-covered book, titled: “Azure Heaven Flame Cultivation Method, Cultivation Dao Manual, Rare Grade”.

A silver pistol, described as: “Automatic bullet loading, 20 rounds per minute, Rare Grade”.

And finally, the main event: “Blank Historical Branch (description omitted).”

The pistol was to be eliminated first.

Only 20 rounds per minute!

If you had unlimited bullets, I’d consider you first!

As for that cultivation technique—

Rare grade was quite good!

However, after Tang Yunyu’s video call with him last time, the “Hundred Meridians Return to Truth Scripture” was almost immediately sent to him.

He had read some of it and tried to learn a few things.

The item won from the lottery.

It was probably better than what they had at school, but likely not as good as this “Azure Heaven Flame Cultivation Method.”

Should he exchange it for this cultivation technique?

Just as Xu Yuan was about to make a decision, a thought suddenly crossed his mind, and he asked, “What grade is the cultivation technique I’m currently practicing?”

Lines of faint glowing small print quietly appeared: “Hundred Meridians Return to Truth Scripture, Dharma Lord level.”

“Given that you have unlocked the ‘Dharma Lord’ level, I will now explain the grading of all items and skills, from lowest to highest:”

“Decayed, Common, Excellent, Fine, Rare, Spirit Treasure, Magic Treasure, Dharma Lord.”

Xu Yuan’s heart trembled.

Damn it.

Please forgive me, a culturally uneducated human male from the countryside police station across the street from kindergarten, who graduated from elementary, middle, high school, and university in another world without ever having cultivated.

I almost discarded such a terrifying cultivation technique!

Wait a minute!

Tang Yunyu!

Why would she give him such a terrifying Daoist scripture to use?!

Is it really possible to win a lottery of hundreds of millions in this world?

Xu Yuan thought about it back and forth for a while, feeling that it seemed to be related to Lu Yiyi.

But it was hard to say.

He would definitely have to test it out next time!

As for this time—

Then he would choose the blank Historical Branch.

In this way, with a Dharma Lord level Daoist scripture and two blank Historical Branches, wouldn’t he soar to success?

Jiangnan region.

At the junction with Xiaoxiang Province.

A stretch of turbid waters.

Xia Yin lurked at the bottom of the water for more than two hours before quietly surfacing.

“You’re here.”

He spoke.

A thread descended from a tree.

The Six-armed Scorpion Demon Emissary gently landed by the water’s edge and whispered, “Yes, I am here.”

“You shouldn’t have come.” Xia Yin frowned.

“But I am here after all. I know the Royal Imperial Guards are killing everywhere, but I was unwilling to accept defeat, so I decided to come,” the Six-armed Scorpion Demon Emissary said.

“Why go through all this,” Xia Yin sighed, “I summoned it with a blood sacrifice, and it has never failed. News will come soon.”

“I just need to wait for that news,” the Six-armed Scorpion Demon Emissary said.

“So be it. Once that boy dies, communication with the Underworld will be severed, and you and I will be in charge of our branch. It’s truly a time for great things,” Xia Yin said.

“Just wait for this wave of purging by the imperial family to pass—it will be soon—” the Six-armed Scorpion Demon Emissary said.

The two were silent for a few breaths.

“Hasn’t it come back yet?” the Six-armed Scorpion Demon Emissary asked.

“By my reckoning, it should be the agreed-upon moment of slaughter during the blood sacrifice ritual. It should have ended by now,” Xia Yin said.

He raised his hand and performed an incantation.

No response.

He frowned, moving his spiritual power to perform the incantation again.

Still no response.

“Did you mistake the time?” the Six-armed Scorpion Demon Emissary asked impatiently.

“No, I always kill at the same time.”

Xia Yin continued to perform the incantation.

Suddenly—

“Pfft!”

He spat out a mouthful of blood.

Silence for a breath.

The two looked at each other.

The Six-armed Scorpion Demon Emissary murmured, “It’s a backlash—that kid isn’t dead.”

At the same time.

In the Imperial Palace.

The uncle in floral shorts was sitting with his legs crossed, shaking one leg, and reviewing several memorials with a ballpoint pen.

“I understand.”

Finished one.

Start another.

“So annoying, can’t you handle such small matters yourself?”

Start another.

More boring government affairs.

The uncle felt his neck stiff, and he couldn’t muster any energy.

The Crown Prince was entertaining the demon clan envoy.

There was also a dinner banquet tonight.

He actually suggested a vegetarian dinner!

I’m a little disappointed.

What respect are we talking about at a time like this!

If a pig demon comes, serve a plate of “favorable wind.” If a cow demon or sheep demon comes, serve beef and mutton hotpot.

You have to show these beasts who’s boss!

Tsk tsk.

Still too modest and polite.

This makes him a good ruler who maintains the status quo, but—

The uncle’s gaze deepened.

It seems now that the coming era will not be a peaceful and prosperous one.

I’ve had enough.

Truly annoying.

Daydreaming then.

He threw down the pen and instructed the eunuch beside him, “Order some takeaway for me before the banquet. I want milk tea with Wonderful Face Fruit.”

“Yes, Your Majesty!” the eunuch immediately recorded.

The uncle nodded in satisfaction, took out his phone, and casually browsed.

A message popped up.

It was from the secret work group in Jiangnan, and a video had been uploaded there.

It was exactly what he had requested before.

He clicked on it.

“Imagery?”

The uncle muttered in surprise, watching the entire process.

He closed his eyes and thought for a moment.

At the last moment, Xu Yuan’s concession was too obvious; all the swords struck in one direction.

It looked like he was caught off guard and quickly pulled his hand back.

In fact, he had long been prepared to strike in that direction.

Was it a dramatic personality?

Or rather—

Had he already perfected the measure of avoiding the opponent’s strike at the very last moment?

“The setting sun in the west, a heartbroken person.”

What about the heartbroken person?

The uncle’s heart itched, and he remembered Xu Yuan’s two previous poems, feeling that this child might truly be a talent worth nurturing.

It was precisely a time when talent was needed.

Once this child went to university, he would be able to serve the court in a few years.

No.

Let him debut.

And quickly.

Upon this thought.

“Someone!”

“Your Majesty.”

“Find people from Tianque Entertainment Company and take a trip to Jiangbei. I want to promote a new star and let him soar to the sky.”

“As you command!”