The Days I Sponged Off the Wu Clan

Three thousand years passed in the blink of an eye.

In Buzhou Mountain, within the Pangu Secret Realm, Hong Yun's days were exceptionally comfortable.

"Yes, Brother Dijiang, this move of yours is indeed quite impressive!"

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"Well done, Brother Gong Gong. You've developed this Dark Water move quite nicely! Hurry and pour it over Brother Zhurong's head."

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"Ah, Younger Sister Houtu, you look even prettier today. I told you that a beige ruqun suited you!"

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"Younger Sister Xuan Ming, your cool and aloof bearing is simply incredible. Damn, I praised you, and you froze me? Come on, chill this cup of juice in my hand for your elder brother."

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"The Days I Sponged Off the Wu Clan!"

Hong Yun lay on a swaying lounge chair, holding a jade cup in his right hand. Through a straw made of spirit grass, he slowly sipped the juice squeezed from Spirit Fruits inside.

At this moment, Hong Yun felt incomparably comfortable!

"Elder Brother Hong Yun, do you never cultivate in your daily life?"

Beside him, a young girl in a yellow ruqun sat half-reclined in another lounge chair, also sipping juice as she questioned Hong Yun.

"Of course I cultivate. Who said I don't? Am I not cultivating diligently right now?" Hong Yun did not even sit up at her words. He took another sip of juice and answered casually.

Not far away, Ancestor Witch Xuan Ming, who was attempting to develop a new skill, could not help rolling her eyes when she heard this.

"Little Sister Houtu, you don't understand. Everyone's path of cultivation is actually different. Just as you excel at the Law of Earth, Younger Sister Xuan Ming favors Ice Law, and Brother Dijiang prefers the Law of Space, I naturally have my own path of cultivation as well."

Houtu furrowed her brows, unsure whether Hong Yun was speaking the truth or deceiving her.

She had thought that this elder brother Hong Yun was a person of great wisdom. She had never expected him to be so unserious—and especially so lazy.

"Hehehe, Younger Sister Houtu, you don't need to persuade Brother Hong Yun. In my opinion, Brother Hong Yun is probably cultivating the Law of Laziness!" Zhurong, who had just finished fighting Gong Gong, teased.

"Go on, get lost! Zhurong, you muscle-bound oaf, what do you know? Hurry up and improve your cultivation, or Gong Gong will beat you up again next time!"

Hong Yun's words immediately darkened Zhurong's face.

As the saying went, when beating someone, one should not strike them in the face. Was losing to Gong Gong his fault?

The two of them were clearly both at the Early Body-Refinement Daluo Realm, yet whenever Zhurong fought Gong Gong, he lost far more often than he won. Damn attribute counters!

"Hahaha, Brother Hong Yun is absolutely right. That fellow has nothing left but his stubborn mouth!" Gong Gong, who had come over to join the fun, laughed and casually agreed, causing Zhurong's face to darken until it was almost purple.

If Gong Gong had not just beaten him savagely, he would definitely have used his fists to reason with him.

"Hmph!"

Zhurong turned his head away from Gong Gong in annoyance. Then, with a thought, he provoked Hong Yun, "Brother Hong Yun, you have no right to lecture me. If you have the guts, suppress your cultivation to my level and see whether I'll teach you a lesson."

"Hey, now you've done it!"

Hong Yun immediately sat up and stared at Zhurong. "Are you serious?"

Hong Yun's eyes held a half-smile, and for some reason, Zhurong felt a chill run down his back beneath that gaze.

Still, he was as stubborn as Gong Gong had said. "Do you think I'm afraid of you? But let's make this clear first. You have to suppress your realm, and you're not allowed to use that underhanded trick of yours from before. You have to fight me head-on!"

Gong Gong let out a mocking laugh and said disdainfully, "Zhurong, according to what you're saying, you might as well have Brother Hong Yun tie up his hands and feet, then blindfold him before fighting you."

Even with Zhurong's exceptionally thick skin, his face burned with embarrassment. Fortunately, his face was already crimson by nature, so no one could tell.

"Oh? There's a good show!"

Although the Ancestor Witches were all cultivating diligently on their own, their senses were extremely sharp.

When they heard that Zhurong was challenging Hong Yun, they all gathered around. Dijiang in particular occasionally revealed traces of Fighting Spirit in his gaze as he looked toward Hong Yun.

That earlier battle on Buzhou Mountain had completely stunned him.

Recently, Dijiang felt that his cultivation had improved considerably, and his body was only one step away from the Mid Daluo Realm. He had intended to challenge Hong Yun again after some time, but Zhurong had beaten him to it.

"But that's fine too. Let Zhurong test Brother Hong Yun's foundation first."

Zhurong ignored Gong Gong's mockery and taunted Hong Yun, "So, does Brother Hong Yun dare or not?"

Hong Yun narrowed his eyes and smiled. "Since Brother Zhurong is in the mood, how could This poor Daoist refuse? Just don't beg for mercy when the time comes."

Zhurong was displeased when he heard this. "It's still uncertain who will beg for mercy. When it comes to fighting, I, Zhurong, have never submitted to anyone."

"Oh, is that so? Then, Brother Dijiang, what do you think?"

"No way, no way. You actually refuse to submit to Brother Dijiang?"

Hong Yun opened his mouth and dug a huge pit for Zhurong.

Zhurong broke out in a cold sweat at once.

He secretly glanced at Dijiang from the corner of his eye. Dijiang was gazing at his younger brother with an expression of "affection."

Only, Dijiang's pair of "loving iron fists" occasionally gleamed with a murderous chill.

Damn it, Brother Hong Yun really is sinister. He's trying to trick this Honest Person again!

Zhurong angrily shouted at Hong Yun, "I'm telling you, Brother Hong Yun, I, Zhurong, have never submitted to anyone since transforming. So what if he's even Big Brother?"

"Besides, what do you know? Is Big Brother someone you submit to? No! He's someone you must respect and admire from the bottom of your heart. What does submission count for?"

Zhurong used the toughest tone to say the most cowardly words. His fierce exterior and meek interior were so comical that anyone who thought about it would laugh.

"Hahaha..."

Leaving everyone else aside, Hong Yun was already laughing himself silly.

"What the hell are you laughing at? Take my Great Fire Breath!"

Zhurong did not care one bit about martial virtue. While Hong Yun was still mocking him, he sent a massive fist infused with golden, scorching true fire hurtling toward him.

Before the fist even arrived, the true fire covering it had already scorched the void until it twisted.

"Using a move I inspired you to create against me? You're underestimating me far too much! Void Hand!"

That's right, the "Great Fire Breath" Zhurong mentioned was a move Hong Yun had modeled after a character's technique from an anime in his previous life. He had not expected it to be so useful.

Hong Yun, who was equally proficient in the Law of Fire, completely ignored the scorching heat. The Law of Clouds inside his body surged instantly, condensing into a cloud palm of equal size that slammed toward the blazing fist.

Fist and palm collided, and the fierce true fire and surging clouds interwove and coiled around each other.

Scorching waves and clouds spread in all directions.

For a time, neither of them could do anything to the other. Zhurong's crimson hair swayed in the heat like a mass of flames, while Hong Yun's red strands danced in the wind.

Just as they were locked in a stalemate, the true-fire fist condensed in Zhurong's hand suddenly sent out serpents of flame. They crawled along the clouds toward Hong Yun.

"Good grief, you dare call yourself an Honest Person with moves like that?"

Hong Yun was not surprised. Zhurong, known as the "God of Fire," had clearly brought his control over flames to the extreme. This kind of maneuver was simply basic technique for him.

"What a pity. This poor Daoist is still a cut above!"