Under One Person: I, Jiaqian Jushi, work from nine to five.

Tonight is destined to be anything but a peaceful night.

As soon as Zhou Fengliu returned to the room, Wang Ye began urging him and Zhuge Qing to pack their things and run away.

"Quick, quick... let's make a run for it while the night is out."

"Run away?" Zhou Fengliu lay on the bed and glanced at Wang Ye, who was packing his things.

"Old Wang... don't bother with this in the middle of the night."

Knowing the plot, he knew that Wang Ye and Zhuge Qing would ultimately have to stay in Biyou Village and wouldn't be able to leave tonight.

"What? You still want to stay here and join his so-called new Jie Sect? That Ma Xianhong is obviously no good person, he'll be doomed sooner or later if he stays here," Wang Ye said.

"Joining the new Jie Sect is not the case. The key is that Old Ma didn't restrict me from entering or leaving the village... There's no need to run away under the cover of night. Besides, I didn't sleep well yesterday, and doing this again tonight will take a toll on my body."

Zhou Fengliu said he was there for tourism and would leave naturally after he finished sightseeing. As he spoke, he covered himself with a blanket as if he was going to sleep.

"What's so great about visiting this run-down mountain village..."

Seeing that Zhou Fengliu showed no intention of leaving, Wang Ye pondered for two seconds and then said to Zhou Fengliu:

“When I came to Biyou Village, I saw that someone gave my dad a few more high-end bathhouse membership cards... There's probably a lot of balance in them. Old Zhou, if you really want to relax, come back to Beijing with me... I can arrange it for you, right?”

"Ok?"

Upon hearing Wang Ye mention the membership card, Zhou Fengliu, who was lying down, slowly sat up and looked at Wang Ye:

"Old Wang, if you had said that earlier, I wouldn't be sleepy anymore..."

Zhou Fengliu, a lay Buddhist who added money to his list, said he'd rather check out the quality of the technicians in big cities than stay in Ma Xianhong's mountain village...

As long as the penniless Taoist priest Wang is willing to spend money to make arrangements, Zhou could travel overnight.

"..."

Seeing the contrast between Zhou Fengliu's behavior before and after, Wang Ye, who was packing his things, stopped what he was doing.

Who is this person...?

Why do you get so excited just from the mention of a membership card?

Was that thing really that attractive to Zhou Fengliu?

Obviously.

At this point, Master Wang's understanding of Zhou Fengliu became distorted; he felt that Zhou Fengliu's life was incomplete without a bathhouse membership card...

Only an endless supply of membership cards can sway Zhou Fengliu!

"Old Qing, aren't you going to pack your things?" Wang Ye asked when he saw that Zhuge Qing wasn't making any moves.

"Me? Oh, I'm all done."

Zhuge Qing replied absentmindedly, and it was clear that he didn't want to leave. It was unclear whether he was tempted by the Body Refinement Furnace or by the Divine Refinement Technique, one of the Eight Extraordinary Skills.

quickly.

The three of them packed their things and quietly descended the mountain under the cover of night.

At the same time, Ma Xianhong also received the news.

"Master...they've made a move."

"Several people?"

"Three."

"Okay, got it... get ready to stop them." Ma Xianhong replied, then slowly stood up. Looking at Biyou Village under the night sky, he stroked his chin, thinking that tonight would be quite lively.

...

"This vast mountain range, and it's still dark, we'll probably have to walk all night," Wang said, leading the way with his backpack on.

"Old Qing... something's not right with you. Ever since you saw that cultivation furnace, you've been much quieter. Have you been bewitched?"

Wang Ye noticed that something was wrong with Zhuge Qing and asked him a question.

"hold head high..."

Zhuge Qing, who had been called out by Wang Ye, snapped out of his daze.

"I was just thinking... You said that Ma Xianhong called the three of us over, and he seems to know a lot about our situation, so he must have been paying attention to us since at least the Luo Tian Grand Ceremony. That makes me a little worried..."

"?"

"What are you worried about?" Wang Ye asked.

"Old Qing is worried that Old Ma will bring his men to ambush us," Zhou Fengliu interjected.

No sooner had he finished speaking than a group of people appeared not far away.

As far as the eye could see, Ma Xianhong and his disciples with superior innate abilities blocked their path. At a glance, eight disciples with superior innate abilities stood in neat rows, blocking their way.

If Zhao Guizhen hadn't foolishly gone to find Zhou Fengliu last night, then the nine people standing here now would be of superior talent.

"Brother Zhou, Brother Zhuge, Master Wang, where are you going so late?"

Ma Xianhong, who was in the lead, looked at Zhou Fengliu and the others and asked.

“Brother Zhuge, Daoist Wang, if you two didn’t intend to stay, you could have just told me. Leaving without saying goodbye, are you looking down on me, Ma?”

"And Brother Zhou... Isn't the scenery in my Biyou Village beautiful? I'm treating you to good food and drink, why don't you stay a couple more days?"

Hearing Ma Xianhong's words, Wang Ye frowned slightly.

"Oh? You think you'll let us go if we just tell you?"

"Of course... it's up to you whether you leave or not, I don't care. However... my friends behind me think that since the three of you who shone so brightly at the Luo Tian Grand Ceremony have come all this way, it would be a shame not to learn from you."

As Ma Xianhong spoke, the top talents behind him began to rub their hands together, clearly indicating that they had no intention of having a proper conversation with Wang Ye and his group.

Seeing that they were about to clash, Wang threw his backpack aside and then looked at Zhou Fengliu beside him.

"Old Zhou, they provoked you, aren't you going to beat them up?"

Having witnessed Zhou Fengliu single-handedly overthrow the Wang Ai family of the Ten Elders, Wang Ye was very confident in Zhou Fengliu's strength. He even felt that the few people behind Ma Xianhong were no match for Zhou Fengliu.

Before he finished speaking, the highly talented people behind Ma Xianhong all sprang into action.

"Leave that Zhou Fengliu to me!" Fu Rong said to the group of talented individuals, holding a sharp knife.

She had long been annoyed by Zhou Fengliu's repeated calls of "Rongzi," and she certainly wouldn't let go of the rare opportunity to fight him.

"Go, Sister Fu Rong!" Liu Wu Kui cheered for Fu Rong upon hearing this.

...

P.S.: I'm begging for everything! It's the first day of February, I'm kneeling and begging all my godfathers~

Good night and sweet dreams.

Chapter 142 Report to the Cult Leader! Someone's cheating, we can't win this match! (First Update)

Fu Rong rushed forward first, wielding a sharp knife in each hand and slashing at Zhou Fengliu without mercy.

Zhou Fengliu nimbly dodged the attack.

He looked at Fu Rong, a hint of heartache in his eyes.

"Rongzi, are you serious?"

"What do you mean, 'real' or 'fake'? Take this!"

Having finally seized the opportunity, Fu Rong naturally wanted to vent her anger. She gripped her twin swords tightly and swung them forward with force, unleashing two sword energies that slashed forward with incredible speed, making it difficult for anyone to react.

Having studied under a master of sword qi, Fu Rong became a master of sword qi in her early twenties. She has her own unique understanding of qi blades, and these two sword qi are enough to show Fu Rong's nearly twenty years of skill.

Can Zhou Fengliu withstand this move, which represents twenty years of skill?

The answer is obvious: of course it is possible.

Although Fu Rong is a master of sword qi, Zhou Fengliu has been practicing qi blade for two and a half years.

Faced with the two sword energies in front of him, Zhou Fengliu manipulated the airflow to form a wall of energy in front of him, completely blocking Fu Rong's sword energy.

"It blocked it?" Fu Rong raised an eyebrow, somewhat surprised.

"Rongzi, since you're serious, don't blame me." Zhou Fengliu's voice rang out slowly, and the next second he appeared in front of Fu Rong. With a slight exertion of his left hand, he slapped Fu Rong's face with a loud "thud".

Zhou Fengliu held back his strength because he was afraid that if they were still in Biyou Village tomorrow, no one would cook for them. Even though he held back his strength, the power of that forced fight was still too much for Fu Rong to bear.

This power...

so big!

So brutal...

Extremely direct!

Fu Rong originally wanted to dodge, but her mind realized it while her body couldn't react in time, and she could only take Zhou Fengliu's punch squarely on the face.

As the fight intensified, she felt the power emanating from Zhou Fengliu's palm pouring onto her face, as if a bucket of fresh milk had been splashed onto her skin, covering every inch of her cheeks.

boom--

Due to inertia, Fu Rong flew backward, tumbling twice and a half in mid-air before collapsing to the ground.