Master, don't tease me, you can't handle three of them.

Chapter 164 "Brother... I've broken through..."

But what's the point of saying all this now?

Jingyou released He Hao's collar. "Fine, we're even... But you'd better not let your father run into me, or I'll kill him."

Jingyou stood up again and walked towards Jingshu and the others.

"Jingyou, I'm sorry..."

Jingyou slowed his pace, but did not stop.

He Hao forced himself to sit up, watching Jing You's receding figure, and said softly.

"May you have peace and happiness year after year, and may Chang'an always be joyful... This is the blessing that He Hao of the past gave to Jing You of the present..."

He Hao is not worthy of anything now.

Jingyou didn't say anything, jumped off the stage, listened with a smile to Gu Meng and Shi Chuan's generous praise, and then turned his gaze to Jing Shu.

"Brother, I want to eat grilled fish."

Sensing Jingyou's low spirits, Jingshu gave him a hard pat on the head and said, "Granted."

Jingyou was finally overjoyed. "Great!"

Jingyou's cultivation suddenly loosened, and his smile froze on his face. He looked at Jingshu with a wry smile.

"Brother...I've broken through..."

At the same time, thunderclouds began to gather.

Just as Jing Shu was about to leave with Jing You, Shi Chuan was faster and grabbed Jing You's arm, pulling him away.

"Junior brother, I'll take Xiaoyou to another place to undergo his tribulation first. You look after Meng'er!"

Jing Shu was somewhat helpless. It was true that he needed to recuperate, but it didn't mean he couldn't use any spiritual energy at all. His senior brother's speed was too fast.

Shi Chuan's voice faded into the distance, and now everyone knew that Jing You was about to advance to the Golden Core stage!

Surrounded by the disciples of the Yaoyang Sect, He Hao smiled faintly upon hearing this.

Congratulations.

He Hao silently recited these words to himself, declined everyone's help, stood up quietly by himself, and left the arena.

Although Jingyou injured him, the injury was not serious. He could recover with a little rest and it would not affect his ability to continue the competition.

Jingyou held back.

But it's unnecessary now; his match is over.

The people around them had become numb; all they wanted was to advance to the Golden Core stage.

What's this?

This person can easily control all the disciples of the Yaoyang Sect, and just defeated He Hao, a late-stage Golden Core cultivator, with a single strike...

Everyone tried to comfort themselves, but it was all in vain.

Damn it! Didn't he self-destruct his cultivation five years ago?! Wasn't he a mixed spiritual root?! How could he be so powerful?!

Five years! He reached the Golden Core stage!!! He's a waste, so what are we? Utterly useless waste?!

Destroy the world! They've had enough of living a life of envy and jealousy towards others!

The crowd left the stands of the arena, filled with overwhelming resentment. They wanted to destroy the world, but before the world was destroyed, their lives had to go on, and the competition had to continue!

In the jostling crowd, a pair of eyes filled with resentment stared intently at Jing Shu.

It's him! It's definitely him!!!

He didn't die! He's still alive!

But why does he live such a good life?

He initially thought it was just a coincidence of names, since the age of the disciple Han Luo had taken in didn't match Jing Shu's. But he would never forget that face, even if it meant his death!

In the dead of night, Jing Shu's face would always appear in his dreams, his face stained with the blood of his family, slowly walking up to him, coldly raising his sword to stab him.

The man's face gradually contorted. "Jing Shu, so what if you have a high status now? I know your secret. Do you think no one will know it once you're in this world?"

Delusion!

Jing Shu, just you wait! I will send you back to hell! Then, no one will be able to save you, not even your master!

The man concealed the hatred and madness in his eyes and followed the crowd away from the audience.

Jing Shu keenly sensed a strong gaze, but when he turned around, he couldn't find it anywhere.

"Jingshu, what's wrong?"

The Nascent Soul cultivator had just finished cultivating when he saw Jing Shu looking around, so he asked.

Jing Shu withdrew his gaze. "Perhaps it's just my imagination..."

Having won the bet, Ji Chen put his arm around Lu Yunqi's neck, smugly boasting about how good his judgment was.

Lu Yunqi was speechless for a while, and finally couldn't stand it anymore and shook off Ji Chen's hand. "Alright, take a look at your opponent! I told you to look earlier, but you wouldn't. You said you were keeping your expectations in mind. Now it's time to prepare for the next match."

Ji Chen nonchalantly pulled out his queue number. "What's the rush? We're going to win anyway..."

Ji Chen's voice grew softer and softer, and he seemed to freeze completely.

Seeing Ji Chen's expression, Lu Yunqi couldn't help but ask curiously, "Who is it?"

Ji Chen remained silent, only looking at Jing Shu and Gu Meng beside him.

"Ji Chen of the Pill Sect..."

Gu Meng held the number in her hand and looked up at Jing Shu, "Senior brother, who is Ji Chen?"

Lu Yunqi: "..."

Okay, no need to say anything more, he understands.

Ji Chen stepped forward, maintaining a polite smile, and said to Gu Meng, "Ji Chen, that is indeed me."

Gu Meng took several steps back and hid behind Jing Shu. "Senior brother, I don't want to fight with the patient. I'm afraid this disease is contagious."

Ji Chen's smile froze slightly. "What illness?"

"Neuropathy."

"..."

"Pfft—ha ...

Lu Yunqi mocked mercilessly, "Finally, someone has managed to subdue Ji Chen!"

Jing Shu gently patted Gu Meng's head, "Ji Chen's strength is quite good, he's also in the Golden Core stage, and his alchemy skills are among the best..."

Ji Chen's eyes welled up with tears. Brother Jing, you...

"And don't worry, Meng'er, this disease is not contagious."

"..."

Lu Yunqi laughed even harder.

"Is he as strong as his senior brother?" Gu Meng asked curiously.

"No," Jing Shu answered truthfully.

"Is your alchemy skill as good as yours, Senior Brother?" Gu Meng asked again.

"No," Jing Shu continued, shaking his head.

"Oh." Gu Meng's reaction was calm, showing no sign of nervousness.

But Ji Chen felt that he was being looked down upon.

No, little sister! Your senior brother is a pervert, don't compare me to him!

Ji Chen was unusually dejected, and then he heard Jing Shu's telepathic message.

"Junior Sister is still young and her cultivation is still shallow. Fellow Daoist Ji, please be careful in the future."

Ji Chen looked up at Jing Shu, who smiled slightly at him. He felt a shiver run down his spine for no apparent reason. Then, Ji Chen nodded firmly.

Don't worry, I absolutely won't hurt your little junior sister!

Lu Yunqi and Ji Chen's matches were at the same time, so Lu Yunqi quickly parted ways with the three of them. When they parted, Lu Yunqi was a little disappointed, as he really wanted to watch the match.

After the three arrived at the arena where Gu Meng and Ji Chen were competing, Gu Meng lightly leaped and landed on the ring.

The pink skirt fell slowly with Gu Meng's movements, like a blooming peach blossom. The two braids that Shi Chuan had braided for Gu Meng were tossed behind her.

Looking at Ji Chen, who was also standing on the arena, Gu Meng smiled sweetly...