The Realm of Eternal Sinking

Ying Zhou, carrying a broom in one hand and a bag in the other, walked towards that special area. The bag contained incense, lanterns, and a pile of ghost money printed with astronomical figures.

As soon as he reached the floor where he was going to clean the tombstone, he saw someone already standing in front of it. The person noticed the commotion, turned around and glanced at him, but didn't say anything until he looked at the bag and frowned.

"Who burns paper money for others during the Lunar New Year?"

"Buying New Year's goods always costs money. When the Qingming Festival comes, everyone will burn money at the graves, which will definitely cause inflation. So we need to prepare in advance. That's what I call having a good head for business."

"Given the ever-increasing inflation rate of ghost money, the economic system of the underworld would have collapsed long ago, definitely reverting to the most primitive era of barter, if the underworld even exists."

"Then next time I'll burn those joss paper items printed with houses, furniture, and cars for them."

"No, what I mean is, there's no need for an outsider like you to burn paper money. You don't need to come anymore; it has nothing to do with you anyway."

The atmosphere between the two suddenly turned tense.

Ying Zhou sneered, "Who told that unfilial son to never come to offer incense and burn paper money? If I, an outsider, don't come to burn it, wouldn't the incense offerings be cut off?"

"What right does someone who kills their own father have to call others unfilial? Are you mocking yourself?" Xia Guanxue said sarcastically, "Your joke is too clever; please forgive me for not recognizing it."

Ying Zhou clenched his fists, veins throbbing on his forehead. "So, some coward has finally dared to face reality? But I did what you were supposed to do, shouldn't you say thank you?"

Xia Guanxue retorted without backing down, "Yes, that's why I killed your father for you, wasn't it? That debt of patricide should be enough to offset it, right?"

"You bastard! Although that bastard deserved to die, and I really wanted to kill him myself, your tone is making me very unhappy. Have you forgotten how badly you were defeated by me last time?"

"It is precisely because this memory is so deeply etched in our minds that we must avenge this humiliation."

"So you were deliberately asking for a beating! You should have just said so earlier!"

Unable to agree on anything, the two, who were completely incompatible, attacked each other simultaneously.

Xia Guanxue drew in a branch from her palm, flicked it forward, and countless Sword Qi danced, a magnificent sight like the Milky Way and the bright moon. Moreover, not a single Sword Qi was wasted; they all precisely pierced Ying Zhou's vital points from various directions.

"So you've finally stopped using that sinister and ghostly Swordsmanship?"

Ying Zhou threw down the bag, picked up the broom as a long sword, and with a light flick of his wrist, the Sword Qi that came in front of him seemed to hit an invisible wall of energy, deflecting it all. The aftershocks swept across the ground beneath his feet, and with a hissing sound, dust flew up, revealing deep ravines.

When these sharp, unforged Sword Qi reached Ying Zhou, they always lost their aim, either being neutralized or deflected, at most severing some forked branches from the top of a broom. This kind of delicate martial skill was completely different from Ying Zhou's usual fierce and domineering fighting style.

Xia Guanxue showed no surprise at the sight, but instead swung the branch in her hand even more forcefully, making the Sword Qi energy even more dazzling, like the sun in the night, with faint golden arcs of electricity Blink within it.

"Seven Qian Seal the Vast Heaven!"

Like One Sword cleaving down like the sun, Xia Guanxue wielded a tree branch as if it were a divine weapon.

"The Wisdom Sun Dispels All Darkness!"

Ying Zhou did not yield an inch, but countered with a sword technique of the same level. A golden light shone from the tip of the broom, and then expanded unstoppably, like the rising sun, brilliant and magnificent.

Two dazzling Sword Qi energies and blade lights, as bright as the sun, converged and instantly erupted into an even more intense clash. Amidst the booming sounds, the tree branches and brooms clashed repeatedly, sparking like metal weapons. If one did not witness it with their own eyes, it would be hard to imagine that the two were actually using such rudimentary weapons.

In the blink of an eye, Ying Zhou and Xia Guanxue had exchanged over a hundred blows. To avoid damaging the nearby tombstones, they directed their remaining energy towards the sky. The fact that they could still manage this even during such a fierce exchange of blows proved that both of them possessed a level of subtle control over their energy, a skill they had never had in Nation of Valor.

Compared to when they fought side by side, both of them had made great progress, and they were both amazed by each other's improvement, realizing that it would be difficult to determine a winner without giving it their all.

However, although their strengths were not much different, their weapons were different. The tree branch picked up at random was not as sturdy as a broom. Xia Guanxue felt the tree branch in her hand trembling slightly. This was the reaction of reaching its limit. If the fight continued, it would break soon. So she decisively launched a decisive blow.

A surge of True Qi erupted and poured into the tree branch. True Qi itself is a form of life energy, instantly causing it to sprout new buds and bloom with its final brilliance.

Ying Zhou showed no dissatisfaction with the reaction. He had no intention of delaying until the opponent's weapon self-destructed. At the same time, he activated his full power, activated his Asura Bloodline, his eyes turned blood red, and the fine veins on his forehead bulged. He replenished his True Qi throughout his body. The crown he wore on his head to celebrate the New Year could not withstand the pressure and exploded on the spot. His long, thick hair was spread out and undulated under the influence of his True Qi.

Each fork of the broom was imbued with True Qi, and with a flick of Ying Zhou's wrist, the already chaotic forks immediately transformed into a vortex of turbulent vibration, meeting the incoming tree branch divine sword with an attempt to devour and annihilate it.

Just as the two were about to clash and determine the victor, a powerful fist suddenly pierced through the air and struck the point of their confrontation. With a loud bang, the tree branches and broom exploded and turned into a shower of wood chips that fell from the sky.

"You two should be mindful of the situation. Don't disturb the residents here," Si Ming said, shaking his head. "Can fighting solve anything? If you want to fight, go to the training room."

"Si Ming, how can you encourage people to fight at a time like this?"

Murong Wu rushed over, took out his medicine box, and bandaged the two men who were injured because they refused to back down. He said, "Aren't we friends who fought side by side? Why can't you two sit down and talk things out instead of fighting?"

Ying Zhou snorted, "Because someone can't speak human language, they can't even do something as simple as saying thank you."

Xia Guanxue turned her head away, disdainfully arguing. "How childish."

"You idiot, who's the childish one here?!"

"A pointless question."

Murong Wu finally got angry. "Both of you shut up, don't say a word!"

Chapter 745 The Realm of Eternal Sinking

Under Murong Wu's persuasion, Ying Zhou and Xia Guanxue finally stopped Dou Qi. After all, she was their wet nurse and could save their lives in a critical moment. They had to give her face, even if they didn't want to give face to anyone else.

Of course, it was impossible for the two to become one family; at most, they would treat each other as air, not interfere with each other, and each do their own thing. However, Ying Zhou still made a concession and did not burn paper money. He probably saw that Murong Qing and the others did not take any either, but only swept the tombstone with brooms and rags, so he followed suit.

After accompanying the Murong siblings to sweep the graves, Si Ming saw Xia Guanxue, who was also about to leave, and said, "You didn't come to the class reunion."

Xia Guanxue said, "After all, we haven't been classmates for very long. Many people won't remember us, and it would only be awkward to go there."

Si Ming laughed and said, "That's nothing. To be honest, there are some classmates whose names I don't even know, I can only recognize their faces. But as long as I say 'Oh—so you were the one who did this' when they mention something, our relationship can become very close immediately."

Murong Qing said helplessly, "This is nothing to be proud of. We've been in the same class for three years; at least I should remember your name."

"That's not important," Si Ming said lightly, changing the subject, and looked at Xia Guanxue to ask, "Are you coming to the next class reunion?"

Xia Guanxue was not someone who was easily persuaded. He shook his head and said, "We are from two different worlds now. If we were to get mixed up, it wouldn't be good for either of us."