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

At this moment, inside a house in the Celestial Master's Mansion.

Zhang Lingyu slowly woke up and opened his eyes. He hadn't been unconscious for long after being teased by Zhou Fengliu.

"I actually... was knocked unconscious by him, that's outrageous..." Zhang Lingyu sat up, shook her head, and just as she lifted her eyelids, she saw the old Celestial Master sitting not far away.

Upon seeing this, he immediately knelt down on the ground.

"master."

"Hmm, how are you feeling?" the old master asked slowly.

"No, very bad... This disciple has failed your expectations, failed the expectations of my fellow disciples... It can be said that I have disgraced our sect, and failed to live up to your years of cultivation and the help of my fellow disciples."

Zhang Lingyu reflected on himself, saying that he had lost too badly today.

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Hearing Zhang Lingyu say this, the old Celestial Master remained silent for a second.

"Who asked you that? I was asking how you're feeling."

"Ah...this disciple is fine," Zhang Lingyu replied, realizing what had happened.

"It's good that you're alright. As for winning or losing, don't take it to heart. Your master never had any expectations of you. You couldn't beat him anyway," the old master said calmly.

"Last night, you and your senior brother both saw it. He could go toe-to-toe with Old Lu without being at a disadvantage, so what about you? As long as you can resolve your inner conflict, you won't have lost this match in vain..."

"You could even say it was a huge profit..."

"I've gone to great lengths to ensure you lose this match today."

Hearing how much the Celestial Master cared, Zhang Lingyu silently kowtowed on the ground: "Lingyu has troubled Master."

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Seeing Zhang Lingyu's reaction, the old Celestial Master fell silent again before speaking:

"Your reaction...isn't that a bit off?"

"You should feel betrayed, uneasy, fearful, desperate, even bewildered! But you should never be so calm! You should be angrily and loudly questioning me: Master! Why are you doing this to me! Why did you only want to see your disciple lose...?"

"Um..." Seeing the Celestial Master's words, Zhang Lingyu's expression became slightly awkward: "Didn't Master just say that you did all this to help your disciple resolve her inner conflicts..."

"Besides... I really can't beat Zhou Fengliu, there's nothing to question you about, I accept my defeat wholeheartedly."

"Alright... as long as you're okay with it." The old Celestial Master was also tired when he heard this, and waved his hand to let Zhang Lingyu leave.

"This disciple takes his leave." Zhang Lingyu bowed to the old Celestial Master, left the room, gently closed the door, and stepped out into the courtyard. He took a deep breath of the fresh air from the back mountain, as if he were greedily breathing it in, and then exhaled.

He felt quite good at the moment, as if he had ended a decade-long, self-torturing relationship. He no longer had any obsession with Zhou Fengliu, nor any resentment in his heart.

Just as the old master just said, this contest with Zhou Fengliu can resolve his inner conflict and allow him to break through his mental barriers with all his might. In that case, he will gain a lot from losing this contest.

"Isn't this Master Ayu? She's finally awake? I didn't whip her too hard back then..."

Just as Zhang Lingyu was preparing to continue living an upright life, an untimely voice suddenly rang out. Zhou Fengliu, dressed in the uniform of Nadutong, stood with his hands in his pockets. Seeing Zhang Lingyu's aunt-like smile, he raised an eyebrow and began to speak.

"What...are you doing here?" Zhang Lingyu asked, puzzled, upon hearing Zhou Fengliu's voice.

"I was just passing by... the players' rooms are over there." Zhou Fengliu pointed in a direction, then seemed to remember something and added:

"You don't actually think I'm here to visit you, do you? You're overthinking it."

Zhou Fengliu said he was just a passerby. He had just finished chatting with that bastard Zhang Chulan and hadn't walked far when he saw Zhang Lingyu standing there "full of energy".

"By the way... when will you have time, Master Ayu? I'm waiting for you to treat me!"

"..."

Hearing Zhou Fengliu's words, Zhang Lingyu frowned: "What do you mean by inviting people to dinner?"

"Didn't we agree during the match that you'd pay and I'd find a place...? What? You pulled up your pants, changed your clothes, and now you're denying it?" Zhou Fengliu said.

Did I say yes?

"Didn't you agree?"

"It's all just wishful thinking on your part."

"Okay, I didn't smoke that hard enough just now," Zhou Fengliu sighed.

"Can you...be serious for once?"

"Can you be a little less serious? You always have that long face, like everyone owes you money. If you're not going to invite me, then forget it, goodbye."

Upon realizing there was no chance to get something for free, Zhou Fengliu waved to Zhang Lingyu and then walked towards the players' rest area.

Seeing Zhou Fengliu walk away, Zhang Lingyu finally considered the issue of Zhou Fengliu treating him to a meal. He pondered for two seconds before realizing what Zhou Fengliu had said.

What can he offer as a gift?

He doesn't have any money either...

Would it be alright if I treated you to a vegetarian meal?

I doubt this guy would agree.

Forget it.

Zhang Lingyu shook her head, deciding to talk about it another day. She watched as he composed himself and walked away into the afterglow without the slightest hesitation.

...

Zhou Fengliu had just returned to his resting place after bidding farewell to Zhang Lingyu. He lay on the bed and briefly recalled the conversation he had had with Zhang Chulan and Zhang Lingyu earlier.

The more he thought about it, the more outrageous it seemed.

Zhang Chulan of Huiyang Wulei is incredibly cunning and has a very deep mind. You have to be careful when dealing with this kind of person, or you might be used without even realizing it.

Zhang Lingyu, who possesses the Five Thunders of the Perineum, is incredibly tough, all sharp edges and no smoothness whatsoever... This kind of person deserves to be dealt with.

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P.S.: Goodnight, godfathers. I pray for everything as usual.

Chapter 95 A Suspenseful Final! (First Update)

If these two could switch personalities... well, maybe not.

Zhou Fengliu shook his head. He found it hard to imagine what Zhang Chulan, who was upright and honest, and Zhang Lingyu, who was cunning and treacherous, would be like.

Kun is too beautiful, no, the scene is too beautiful, he dares not look, afraid that one look will cause him to explode.

...

Nothing happened overnight.

The next day.

Outside the competition venue for the Luo Tian Grand Ceremony finals.

The entire group from NaDuTong had assembled.

Zhang Chulan scratched his face and, before the match started, instructed Zhou Fengliu beside him, "Brother Liu, let's make our acting more realistic... otherwise I'm really afraid we'll get beaten up when we come out."

"Don't worry, I know what I'm doing," Zhou Fengliu said to Zhang Chulan, waving his hand.

Will he accompany Zhang Chulan to stage another Oscar battle like yesterday?

Obviously not.

That's quite a hassle.

Since the result is the same anyway, it's better to just admit defeat and save some time.

...

Inside the competition venue at this moment.

"Is there any suspense left in today's match? Can Bi Lian defeat the Fighting God?"

"It's hard to say, who knows if Bi Lian would pull such a stunt..."

"Just kidding! If Zhang Bilian wins today, I'll lick this entire competition venue clean!"

The audience felt that the outcome of today's match was basically a foregone conclusion.

"That's not true! Have you all forgotten? Back then, the God of War said... that he came to the Luo Tian Grand Ceremony to clear obstacles for Zhang Bilian..."

A knowledgeable person in the crowd spoke up, and everyone in the audience was taken aback by what he said.

"No way... I hope they're not going to give me that awful acting performance again, like yesterday..."

Just as everyone was discussing, Zhou Fengliu and Zhang Chulan walked into the arena from both sides.

Zhou Fengliu yawned, and before Zhang Chulan could even begin his performance, he raised his hand towards the referee from the Celestial Master's Mansion:

"Um... I concede. Let's just announce the results of the match."

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Hearing his words, Zhang Chulan was somewhat dumbfounded.

no...

Didn't we just agree to put on a show?