A Little Skilled in Fists and Feet

After the killing intent flashed in his eyes, Zhu Ping'an retracted his sharpness and resumed his harmless, innocent appearance.

Ye Qingxian had to die, but not now.

That guy was the original protagonist of the storyline, protected by the plot just like him. Even if he made a move against Ye Qingxian, it definitely wouldn't succeed.

"Aren't you leaving yet?"

Ye Qingxian lifted his gaze to glance at Zhu Ping'an, his eyes brimming with coldness.

"Hehe, after soaking, I've got to keep exploring ahead. Brother Ye, farewell—may fate bring us together again!"

Zhu Ping'an grinned cheekily and led the Leng Family members away. Only after Zhu Ping'an and his group had disappeared into the distance did Ye Qingxian angrily punch the water, the once-calm surface instantly boiling over.

"Zhu Ping'an, you go too far! If I don't kill you, I'm not a man!"

Smelling the foul, stinking spring water, Ye Qingxian's fury only grew.

"Qingxian Ge, please don't be angry. If you upset yourself, it'll break my heart." Yan Shubing gently grasped Ye Qingxian's large hand, soothing the resentment in his heart.

"Shubing, you're all I have left." Ye Qingxian pulled Yan Shubing into his embrace.

"Qingxian Ge..."

The two embraced deeply in the stench-ridden Yijin Lingquan, occasionally reaching up to scratch their own faces.

After a long while, they finished their marrow cleansing and stepped out of the Yijin Lingquan. Having undergone the process, the athlete's foot on their faces finally healed.

Free from the torment of foot odor, Ye Qingxian could finally think calmly.

"Zhu Ping'an is long gone. To avoid running into him again, let's head in the opposite direction."

He was truly afraid. Zhu Ping'an clung to him like a stubborn plaster that couldn't be shaken off. Every time he obtained a stroke of fortune, Zhu Ping'an would suddenly appear.

Ye Qingxian decided to stay far away from Zhu Ping'an first. Any grudges or grievances could wait until they left Secret Realm Number Thirteen to figure out.

"I'll follow your lead, Qingxian Ge." Yan Shubing nodded obediently.

The two set off in the direction opposite to Zhu Ping'an's, unaware that not far ahead of them, Zhu Ping'an and his group had lit a campfire and were leisurely roasting chicken wings.

Those in the know would say they were exploring the secret realm; those who didn't might think they were out camping.

"Zhu Ping'an, are you sure they'll come this way?" Leng Tianjiao asked with some doubt.

"Trust me, I'm sure. I've already predicted Ye Qingxian's prediction. That fool will definitely head this way—it's the opposite of where we just left." Zhu Ping'an handed a perfectly roasted, crispy-skinned chicken wing to Leng Tianjiao.

"I have another question. Why do you keep following them? You even went out of your way to circle back and wait for them?" Leng Tianjiao took the wing and pressed further.

"They're the greatest treasure in this secret realm." Zhu Ping'an's lips curled into a smirk. "Haven't you noticed yet? That Ye Qingxian is blessed with immense luck!"

Leng Tianjiao paused at his words, then fell silent.

With Zhu Ping'an pointing it out, she finally saw the inconsistencies. Whether it was the Rainbow Surprise Tai Sui or the Yijin Lingquan, both were rare heavenly treasures. Encountering even one was an incredible stroke of luck, yet Ye Qingxian had stumbled upon two shortly after entering Secret Realm Number Thirteen. It made no sense.

"You mean..." Leng Tianjiao seemed to grasp Zhu Ping'an's plan.

"That's right. He's got great luck, and we don't. But no matter—if we follow him and snatch all his opportunities, isn't that the same as having great luck ourselves?"

Zhu Ping'an blinked with an innocent look, yet from his 37-degree mouth came words as chilling as ice.

Leng Tianjiao was silent for a moment before speaking slowly.

"The biggest regret of Ye Qingxian's life should be crossing you."

"Whether he regrets it or not, I don't care. I just want to survive."

Zhu Ping'an stretched lazily, then turned his head to look in a certain direction, a smirk tugging at his lips.

"Oh, the protagonist's here."

Having just traveled dozens of kilometers, Ye Qingxian froze like he'd been struck by lightning the moment he saw Zhu Ping'an.

"Zhu Ping'an! How are you here?!" Ye Qingxian shrieked.

"Fate! I told you, it's fate—fate, wonderfully ineffable!" Zhu Ping'an held out a chicken wing. "Here, Brother Ye, try the wing I just roasted. It's super fragrant."

"I'll eat your *!"

Ye Qingxian turned to leave, but four Leng Family martial artists had already appeared behind him and Yan Shubing, cutting off his escape.

"Brother Ye, meeting is fate. Why rush off? Could it be you've gotten some fortune and are afraid I'll snatch it?"

Zhu Ping'an's half-smiling words immediately made Ye Qingxian's heart leap.

Because on his way here, he had indeed obtained another stroke of fortune—a second-grade, low-tier martial skill. He was currently hiding it tightly behind his back.

Such a small trick naturally didn't escape Zhu Ping'an's eyes. He narrowed his gaze slightly.

"Brother Ye, what are you hiding behind your back? Come on, let me see."

"No!" Ye Qingxian quickly refused.

"Be good, let me have a look!"

"I said no!"

Ye Qingxian kept backing away.

"Brother Ye, that's no fun. Do you really think I, Zhu Ping'an, am the kind of petty man who'd take what others love? I like Bingbing so much, and I never stooped to dirty tricks to compete with you. I chose to be her simp for three years. Can't you trust my character?" Zhu Ping'an sighed.

"Heh, Zhu Ping'an, save that talk for the ghosts—do you really think I'd believe you?" Ye Qingxian sneered coldly. He was absolutely certain that if he took out the martial skill manual for Zhu Ping'an to see, it would be like throwing a meat bun to a dog—never to return.

Hearing this, a wild and wicked smile crept across Zhu Ping'an's face. Then he took off his nonexistent glasses, and the smile vanished in an instant.

A fist, impossibly fast, slammed into Ye Qingxian's face. Zhu Ping'an's strike came so suddenly that Ye Qingxian had no time to guard against it, taking the blow squarely. He collapsed to the ground, and the martial skill manual he had tucked behind his back fell out as well.

"Brother Ye, if I can't fool you, then I, Zhu Ping'an, also know a little bit of fistwork."

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