Young Master Zhu Xun absolutely refuses to suffer any losses, but now he feels that if he fills it with Flood Dragon Flesh, hmm... he’s not losing out! Even turning into a toad wouldn’t be a loss!
Zhang Chen glanced at Zhu Xun upon hearing this, sarcasm lacing his words: "What do I owe you? It was you who couldn’t resist the temptation to go, what does it have to do with me?"
Zhu Xun is not one to take a loss, but Zhang Chen is even less so.
"I don’t care, I went because of the rumors you spread, you have to take responsibility for me! You must take the blame for this." Zhu Xun’s voice was full of irritation.
The two argued incessantly along the way, drawing frequent stares from passersby, wondering who the person with Zhu Xun was, as the two debated until their faces turned red and necks thick.
But Zhang Chen wore a conical hat, so no one knew his identity.
The two walked into the academy, where academy disciples were already waiting in the mountains to guide them to a square.
In the center of the square, there was a raised platform, approximately thirty square meters, with benches arranged randomly around it.
At this moment, many scholars were already seated on the benches, gathered in groups of threes and fives, whispering softly.
As Zhu Xun entered, the scholars in the field stopped their muttering and stood up to salute him.
"Looks like you still cut a decent figure, indeed like someone important! Where to sit?" Zhang Chen swept his gaze over the scholars continually saluting Zhu Xun, then looked at Zhu Xun.
"Sit anywhere." Zhu Xun’s mouth twitched upon hearing Zhang Chen’s words; he couldn’t be bothered to argue with him, for fear of losing face, and replied with annoyance. He then led Zhang Chen to casually find a seat in the first row.
"If Chen Sanliang loses, what will you do? Will you kill Chen Sanliang?" Zhang Chen asked.
"Shatter his Dao heart, making him unable to recover for seven or eight years. With seven or eight years, by then someone will certainly study his knowledge thoroughly, even surpass him, and replace him." A trace of greed appeared in Young Master’s eyes: "This is knowledge to become a Saint, since ancient times, only Master has become a Saint, who wouldn’t be envious?"
While the two were talking, they saw people continuously entering the scene, especially from Prince Pingbian’s Mansion, where there was a middle-aged scholar, very neatly dressed, appearing to be in his forties, but with feminine features, looking more like a woman, even more charming than the average woman.
This person greeted Young Master Zhu Xun from afar, and Young Master Zhu Xun had to stand up as well to engage in conversation.
Zhang Chen glanced over, seeing Prince Pingbian’s Mansion’s Zhang Xiaohua, and many scholars he did not recognize. Zhang Xiaohua’s face was disfigured, full of pitted scars, with one ear missing, looking quite ferocious. At this moment, he went up to salute Zhu Xun, and Zhu Xun chatted with that middle-aged scholar for a few sentences before returning to Zhang Chen’s side, and said to him: "Did you see that scholar?"
"Of course, who is this person to warrant such treatment from you?" Zhang Chen asked in surprise.
"One of the renowned scholars in the world: Mr. Wuliu. He is the top strategist of Prince Pingbian’s Mansion, knowledgeable in astronomy and geography, his background is unfathomable! I know you have some skills, but if you encounter him in the future, you need to stay as far away as possible. This person has acquired an Ancient Divine Object, with mysterious powers, even Yang God True Men are very apprehensive of him." Young Master replied.
Zhang Chen took another careful look at this Mr. Wuliu: "Is he Zhang Xiaohua’s teacher?"
His Dharma Eye opened, and indeed he saw a white light flickering around him, with a metallic sheen. Even just looking, it caused a prickly pain.
"Prince Pingbian’s Mansion is indeed not simple, what is Mr. Wuliu’s cultivation?" Zhang Chen inquired.
"His cultivation is not much different from mine," Zhu Xun said.
"Then that’s Yin Spirit Great Perfection, having grasped a hint of Pure Yang True Intent? Quite extraordinary indeed." Zhang Chen murmured.
At this time, Zhang Chen’s eyes rolled around: "What do you think if we lure all the experts from Prince Pingbian’s Mansion into the tomb, what would happen?"
Zhu Xun’s heart skipped a beat upon hearing this: "Kid, don’t stir up trouble! I still want to live a few more years!"
Zhang Chen saw Zhu Xun’s fearful expression, but he didn’t continue speaking. In his mind, he planned to make a big move later, to astonish everyone.
Soon, he saw Chen Sanliang coming from outside, dressed immaculately, but his eyes were somewhat red and swollen, with prominent dark circles, seemingly having been up for several nights.
Zhang Chen saw Chen Sanliang’s disciple Chai Chuanxin, who followed indifferently behind Chen Sanliang.
Beside him was Master Han Suzhen, who was dressed in men’s attire today, looking clean, fresh, and full of spirit.
Chen Sanliang climbed the high platform, standing expressionlessly and scanning the crowd, his gaze finally landing on Young Master, revealing a trace of disdain: "Just a bunch of rats!"
"You bastard..." Being cursed at face-to-face by Chen Sanliang in front of so many people left Zhu Xun unable to back down. However, having schemed against Chen Sanliang first, he couldn’t lash out but could only grumble: "Let’s see how long you can gloat. If you fail today in the argument, don’t blame us for beating a drowning dog."
The scene suddenly fell silent, everyone gazing curiously at the impeccably dressed Chen Sanliang on stage, and the furious Zhu Xun.
"Now that Chen Sanliang has come, why doesn’t Young Master ascend the stage to argue?" someone asked curiously.