A True Man Spits Out His Promise, Scorns His Cock, and Honors His Word

The moment the Sword Discussion Assembly announced the winner of the sword competition, the honest-looking fat man's face turned ashen, as if he had lost his parents.

"You lost, bro."

Bai Qiuran patted him on the shoulder and said, "A true man keeps his word; he values integrity above all else."

The kind-looking, chubby man's arm trembled slightly. He looked at the fortune teller and asked, "What did he mean?"

It means you should keep your promise.

The fortune teller looked him up and down, then gave him a pitiful look.

"Hurry up and show us how to dip sausage in chili sauce."

"That's right."

Bai Qiuran reached out and put her arm around his shoulder.

"Be a trustworthy fatso, my friend."

He's right.

His friend, the fortune teller, suppressed a laugh and said seriously, "You must be a man of integrity. We are now at the Sword Discussion Assembly Tournament, where heroes from all over the world have gathered. Don't lose face or reputation in front of them, or your business will have no standing in the future."

"Running away won't help."

A clear and melodious girl's voice rang out, and the fat man saw a girl in red squeeze out from under Bai Qiuran's arm, looking at him with a smile.

"How dare you propose that my husband gamble my lifelong happiness with you? If you don't keep your promise, then I'll help you keep it."

She made a threatening gesture and said fiercely, "I guarantee you'll never be able to gamble on this again for the rest of your life!"

As the girl spoke, a terrifying demonic aura and sword intent emanated from her, pressing down on the fat man.

The fat junior was covered in cold sweat; he had never felt such terrifying power before.

"Of course, of course, I certainly won't go back on my word."

He hurriedly begged for mercy from the smiling but treacherous Li Jinyao, and then, just as Jin Fenglai preaching the doctrines of the Foundation Establishment Heavenly Venerable to everyone on the Arena, he grabbed Bai Qiuran.

"Friend, come this way, I have something I want to tell you."

The fat man pulled Bai Qiuran out of the crowd. Bai Qiuran did not resist and let him pull her. The two of them arrived at a clump of Shrubbery at the edge of the top of Primordial Azure Mountain.

"Friend, we have no past grudges or recent animosity. Today, I'm just being sarcastic and have taken the initiative to make a bet with you."

Once there, the fat man awkwardly pleaded with Bai Qiuran, "You know, our bet was really... well, you know? Friend, things change, so could you please be lenient and let me off the hook today? I can settle the bet with something else. What do you want? Money? Martial arts skills? Weapons? Or do you want my introduction?"

Bai Qiuran listened quietly, but didn't answer him immediately. Instead, she asked, "If I lose today and don't want to fulfill the bet, and I beg you like this, will you agree?"

"This..."

The honest-looking fat man opened his mouth to answer, Bai Qiuran interrupted him, saying, "Don't try to deceive me. You should understand that since you've already experienced your wife's power, why don't you consider whether I, who can be her husband, am someone you can bully?"

The fat man then fell silent.

The fat man knew very well that Bai Qiuran was no fool to have come to the Sword Discussion Assembly. Even if Bai Qiuran was a weakling kept by that young female swordsman, he wouldn't dare to do anything to him.

Even though he seems to be dozens of meters away from the crowd, and the girl in red hasn't followed yet, the fat man is willing to bet that if he dares to make a move, his head will leave his body first.

He believed that the girl could definitely do it. After all, he had the privilege of witnessing and experiencing the power of one of the Land Immortal- based deities of the Great Xia Kingdom, but even he was far inferior to that girl.

The fat man had already secretly guessed that Li Jinyao was a figure like the Tianshan Child-Granny, who was actually quite old, but had practiced some kind of Demonic Technique, so she had always maintained the appearance of a young and beautiful girl, while Bai Qiuran was the gigolo kept by this old monster, or rather, another, even older old monster.

In a sense, he wasn't wrong.

The honest-looking fat man pondered for a long time before earnestly saying to Bai Qiuran, "If a friend can offer something that tempts me, then I'm definitely willing."

Bai Qiuran looked him up and down for a while, making the fat man feel uneasy. Then he nodded and said, "Very good, it seems you weren't lying."

The fat man let out a long sigh of relief, and the fat on his body relaxed, rippling in waves.

"Alright, I'll let you go this time."

Bai Qiuran and down. He was quite stout and wore a gold brocade robe with coin patterns, with a luxurious fur coat over it. It was clear that he lived a very extravagant life.

Judging from your appearance, you're a businessman?

"Yes."

The kind-looking fat man seemed a bit strange.

"I am Hai Delong, the president of the Sea Four Merchant Guild. You don't know me? By the way, I don't recall ever hearing of you and your wife in the Jianghu before... May I ask who you two are?"

"Just a country bumpkin, not worth mentioning."

Bai Qiuran waved her hand.

"Since you're a businessman, that makes things easier. Have you recently paid homage to the Wealth-Gathering Goddess, the State Religion promoted by the Emperor of Great Xia?"

"I myself have never worshipped him, but many of my employees in my businesses have knelt and bowed to him in their spare time."

Hai Delong replied.

"What about the Matchmaking Celestial Maiden, the Child-Giving Heavenly Empress, the Breast Enhancement Bodhisattva, and the Foundation Establishment Heavenly Venerable?"

"My foolish son has prayed to the Matchmaking Celestial Maiden... but I've never done so."

Looking at Bai Qiuran, Hai Delong vaguely guessed his identity.

"After all, I'm a businessman; I believe money can move mountains."

"Wealth cannot communicate with gods or ghosts; they are from different worlds, and currency cannot circulate between them."

Bai Qiuran patted his shoulder and said gently, "How about this, you go back and take all your people from the merchant guild to pay respects to all these deities, and we'll call it even. I won't let you Chili Chicken anymore, okay?"

Driven by his business instincts, the fat man, Hai Delong, thought it over carefully and couldn't see any factors that would be detrimental to him, so he agreed.

"Okay, deal."

The fat man agreed, then thought that he would go back and have someone offer a simple prayer, and that would be the end of it.

"Don't even think about fulfilling your wish."

But Bai Qiuran seemed to have guessed his thoughts and immediately said to him, "Since I asked you to do this to repay the bet, I naturally have ways to make sure you've carried it out properly. I don't expect you to turn the entire Chamber of Commerce into those devout believers in gods, but at least, be more serious when you offer incense and prayers."

"Hi."

A simple and honest smile immediately appeared on Haidron's fat face.

"We businessmen value our reputation most. Rest assured, Hai Delong will not ruin its own brand."

"My wife is also a businesswoman. Don't give me that nonsense. No businessman is honest. What do businessmen care about reputation? Businessmen always value profit the most."

Bai Qiuran looked at him calmly, which made Hai Delong break out in a cold sweat.

"Anyway, you can decide for yourself. If I find out later that you've been frivolous with me, then I'll bring my wife to pay you a visit. At that time, I'll not only treat you to Chili Chicken, but also Sichuan Pepper Chicken, Red-Braised Chicken, and White-Cut Chicken. Think it through."