You Call This A Little Bit

An expert makes a move, and you know if they've got it.

The moment Lu Bei gripped his blade, his entire demeanor shifted. He transformed from the previously indifferent pretty boy into a sharp steel knife, a chilling killing intent descending and making Feng Si's heart pound.

Damn it, I've fallen into a trap.

This kid was playing the pig to eat the tiger, pretending he didn't know martial arts.

If anyone were to say Lu Bei was severely unbalanced, excelling in blade techniques but only theoretical in fist and foot combat, Feng Si wouldn't believe it for a second. Master one skill, master them all; martial arts are like that. Even if there are disparities, they wouldn't be this vast.

Clearly, there was only one possibility.

Feng Si took a deep breath, seeing through the truth. Lu Bei had feigned shallow martial arts, luring him out from his hidden surveillance.

Damn it, it's one thing that this guy's cultivation is decent, but his scheming is this deep too.

Feng Si was greatly impacted. Before the second round even began, his momentum had involuntarily weakened.

On the other side, Lu Bei let out a cold snort. He activated the skill 'Blood Rage,' successfully capturing and judging the opponent, instantly halving Feng Si's all-attribute stats.

The oppressive aura surged like a perilous peak rising from the ground, unscalable and awe-inspiring.

Feng Si's face turned pale. Intimidated by Lu Bei's explosive power, his limbs went weak and involuntarily softened. His heart was filled with dread, thinking that this place was not suitable for a prolonged stay; he had to withdraw as soon as possible.

Unfortunately, the thought had barely formed when it was already too late.

A cold glint flashed before his eyes. Feng Si hastily raised his short blade to block, but before he could even see what was happening, he was sent flying by a tremendous force, crashing into the wall.

[Undercurrent Lv3]

[Array Slaying Saber Technique Lv5]

Coupled with the effect of 'Blood Rage' halving all attributes, Lu Bei heavily injured Feng Si in one move, completing his true first battle.

[You defeated Feng Si, gaining 2000 experience points. First battle victory, opponent level judged, an additional 20000 experience points awarded.]

"This guy is worth twenty-two thousand?"

Lu Bei sheathed the Hundred Refinements Blade and strode towards Feng Si, who was leaning against the wall in the corner. The Hundred Refinements Blade had suffered a nick from the impact, a heavy loss. Twenty thousand experience wasn't enough to compensate. He needed to check Feng Si's Qiankun Bag for items of equivalent value.

The Qiankun Bag was a low-level spatial equipment that anyone with cultivation could open. However, it wasn't absolute. Some masters who pursued antiquity liked to make their spatial equipment look like Qiankun Bags.

Special grade encryption, only the owner could open it.

In terms of strength, Feng Si, who was still struggling in his third year, wasn't that kind of master.

"Cough, cough..."

Feng Si, holding his short blade, pushed himself up against the wall. His hair was disheveled, his clothes blood-stained, like a wounded lone wolf – so defiant, so tragic, so...

Bang!

A straight punch, then retracted.

The lone wolf rolled his eyes and fell unconscious. Lu Bei fished out the Qiankun Bag from Feng Si's embrace, opened it, glanced inside, then took out 'Blood Replenishing Pills,' 'Qi Gathering Pills,' and other healing medicines, stuffing them into Feng Si's mouth.

In just a moment, Feng Si slowly regained consciousness, looking at Lu Bei with confusion, not understanding why he had offered assistance.

"We met in battle, and now we're friends. I know you didn't mean any harm to me, and from now on, we're friends." Lu Bei extended his hand, about to forcefully make a friend, but seeing Feng Si's blood-covered hand, he retracted it with a look of disgust.

Feng Si: "..."

"Give Young Master Kui a message for me. I don't mean anything else; I truly intend to befriend him. I hope that when I visit again next time, the gates of the Zhu Mansion will be open to me."

Lu Bei stood up, brushed off his pants, and beckoned to the coachman hesitating outside the alley. He added, "To show my sincerity, I won't report this to the authorities today. That way, the Prefect won't know, and Young Master Kui won't get scolded again."

The carriage drove away from the alley. Feng Si, gritting his teeth, got up and reached for the Qiankun Bag in his embrace, intending to take out medicine to treat his wounds.

The moment he touched it, his expression immediately sank.

Bad news, the token is gone!

Wei Mansion.

Wei Mao was in his study, rereading books on troop training. Lu Bei knocked on the door and entered, placing a token on the desk.

"Eldest Cousin, take a look for me. What sect's token is this?"

"Ascension Gate Sect."

Wei Mao glanced at it and gave the answer.

"Sounds pretty impressive. What kind of sect is it?" Lu Bei frowned. He seemed to have seen this sect on the forums. With so many sects in the Kyushu world, players discussed them extensively. If it wasn't a major sect, he generally wouldn't remember it.

"A sect that excavates ancient tombs and ruins. It has a very bad reputation."

After speaking, Wei Mao looked up at Lu Bei. "Where did you get the token? Your Senior Sister didn't tell me you had friends like this."

"Not a friend, just a passerby. I found it in his Qiankun Bag," Lu Bei replied truthfully.

"Did Young Master Kui find someone to get revenge on you?"

Wei Mao pressed further. Before Lu Bei could answer, he added, "Old rules, ten thousand taels."

"Eldest Cousin, you're thinking too much. I'm just doing a favor this time, not making money," Lu Bei said speechlessly.

"You'd be this kind?"

"What you're saying, I just want to be friends with Young Master Kui."

"So that's how it is, playing the long game to catch a big fish."

Wei Mao nodded, indicating his understanding, and continued, "When you get the banknotes, I want ten thousand taels."

"Eldest Cousin, what do you take me for? I'm really not doing this for money."

Lu Bei curled his lips, speaking sarcastically, "On the other hand, you're openly earning your private funds. Aren't you afraid I'll tell Senior Sister Zhu?"

Wei Mao's expression remained unchanged, his eyes fixed on Lu Bei. "Given your wife's nature, if you tell her the truth, she'll just make you fork over another ten thousand taels. What I have, she must also have."

"As expected of a married couple..."

Lu Bei conceded.

Meanwhile, over at the Zhu Mansion, ever since Feng Si had left at Zhu Bo's instruction, Zhu Kui had begun to feel a sense of regret.

What if he had injured the person too badly? What if the other party refused to let it go and brought the matter to Zhu Ting? Would he fall down again?

Admittedly, without proof or evidence, even if Wei Mao went to the Prefect's mansion to demand an explanation, Zhu Ting would understand in his heart, even if he wouldn't admit it verbally. This matter wouldn't cause much of a stir.

But what if?

What if he made another mistake in the future, and Zhu Ting brought up old grievances, punishing him for multiple offenses? He would be the one to suffer.

Zhu Kui was filled with anxiety and looked resentfully at Zhu Bo, who was playing with an antique. "Big Brother, is everything alright with Feng Si?"

Zhu Bo's hands didn't stop. He replied, "I'll say it one last time. Old Fourth knows his limits. Superficial injuries won't cause major problems. Stop bothering me."

"But..."

"No buts. You catch a thief with their loot, you catch an adulterer with evidence. That kid has neither witness nor evidence. What are you afraid of?"

Zhu Bo snorted. "Even if he comes knocking, it's like opening a coffin to yell 'thief!' You can just report him to the officials and have him kicked out."

"I hope so, but I..."

"Stop the nonsense. You weren't like this when I arranged for Old Fourth to go out."

Zhu Bo saw right through his second brother's inner turmoil and said ruthlessly, "We agreed, this was your idea from start to finish. If Uncle asks, it has nothing to do with me."

Brothers settle accounts. Zhu Kui was the one who wanted revenge, so he was the one who had to fall.

"I..."

Just as Zhu Kui was about to say something, a servant hurried in. "Master, Second Master, Mr. Feng Si has sent a message."

"What message?"

"He said..."

The servant glanced at Zhu Kui and said cautiously, "He said Second Master tricked him, and the opponent was too tough. He was severely injured after only one move. If the opponent hadn't shown mercy, his life would have been in danger. He also said he has important matters to discuss and asked Master to hurry over."

"What?"

"Say that again!"

The two brothers were stunned. After Zhu Bo pressed for details and learned that Feng Si had sent the message while injured, he was beside himself.

"Second Brother, you said that kid's cultivation was just a little bit. Could it be that he's even better than you?"

Zhu Bo's eyes widened. "Did you hit your head? You call that 'just a little bit'?"

"Big Brother, calm down. This... I'm sure I didn't misjudge. I... I had my hand on his neck at the time."

Zhu Kui cried out in injustice, racking his brain but unable to understand. He said aggrievedly, "Perhaps he felt humiliated and went back to cultivate diligently, and then... he succeeded."

"I see. Second Brother, don't say it, there's actually a possibility of that!"

"Really, Big Brother? You think so too?"

"Heh, a radish on a grave. Are you trying to fool a ghost?"

Zhu Bo put away his antique and strode out the door. "I'll go check on Feng Si. If you don't want Uncle... if you don't want to fall on the road at night, prepare a gift and send it to the Wei Mansion!"