Technical Guidance from Young Master Tang

"It had been many years since anyone fought. Unless the entire north became one faction, what was the point of fighting? At most, it would just reshuffle the deck. Anyone charging at the front as cannon fodder would be doomed."

Liu Yanlan shook her head. People would ultimately learn their lessons. Everyone knew the timeless truth: better a fellow cultivator die than oneself.

Times had changed.

"Then that's fine."

Tang Yu hated this sort of fighting and killing the most. It was better to make money peacefully than waste wealth and lives.

Of course, if others fought to the death and he could profit from it—

Tang Yu did not dislike such things quite so much.

Zhao Baijiao, having suffered a huge loss, left at top speed with a blank expression.

Fortunately, Tang Yu had left him a flying treasure, allowing him to escape this place of heartbreak much faster.

Standing atop the flying treasure, Zhao Baijiao used a divine ability to wrap himself in a sphere of clear water and continuously wash himself.

When he recalled being surrounded by men on both sides in that cave dwelling just now—

He felt sickened, yet there was also a strange sensation in his heart.

Is this what women feel like when they're being slept with?

After carefully recalling the sensation—

A faint blush actually flashed across his face before quickly vanishing. He snorted coldly, his expression filled with resentment.

He did not only resent that bastard Tang Yu.

What he resented even more was his elder brother.

His brother had sent him here to test the waters and make contact with that so-called number one genius of the south, to see what exactly was going on.

In just a little over a year, Tang Yu had gone from stepping onto the