They Cried Their Eyes Out, We Made a Killing (Seeking Recommendations! Collections!)

"Where is Tu Xingsun?"

"How would I know!"

"What about Murong Bo?"

"That old schemer won't make a move easily; we can't count on him!"

"Damn your mother, you're dropping the ball at a time like this?"

Wu Que endured the storm of Xu Feng's fists, cursing loudly after communicating with Nightingale.

Wu Que was matched against Xu Feng, while Nightingale kept Xu Yue occupied.

The former was a contest of martial arts; Wu Que's folding fan was elegant and infinitely variable, while Xu Feng's style was wide-open, masculine, and blood-boiling. Their strength was originally comparable, but Xu Feng had launched a surprise attack, seizing the initiative and pressing forward with relentless, wild ferocity.

He had the luxury of attacking without needing to defend.

Because compared to the temporary alliance between Wu Que and Nightingale, the coordination between Xu Feng and Xu Yue was incredibly tacit.

At this moment, Xu Feng's blood energy was restrained, his punches falling like rain; with every strike, snowflakes swirled around him, acting as a substitute for defense.

Every time Wu Que tried to execute an exquisite technique to counterattack, he was interrupted at the perfect moment by those snowy, frigid winds. Wu Que's martial path was one of lightness and elegance, yet he was forced into trading blow for blow. After a few exchanges, he couldn't hold on, spitting out a mouthful of blood that shot toward Xu Feng's brow like an arrow.

Xu Feng tilted his head to dodge, continuing to press in with a savage grin, while Wu Que drifted backward, taking the opportunity to glance at Nightingale's position, his heart sinking further.

The fact that Xu Yue could support Xu Feng meant she still had energy to spare while dealing with Nightingale.

Logically, since Xu Yue had been trapped for several hours and her magic power was severely depleted, she shouldn't have been a match for Nightingale.

Yet at this moment, snowflakes swirled, the temperature inside the Worry-Free Cave dropped lower and lower, and patches of white frost spread across the walls, effectively turning the place into her home turf of ice and snow.

This wasn't some cliché mid-battle breakthrough, but rather the result of the previous goblin bombs; the Worry-Free Cave was on the verge of collapse.

Xu Yue seized the opportunity, outputting power into the surroundings to force Nightingale to use her magic to hold up the walls.

Nightingale didn't want to do it, but she had no choice.

Because Xu Yue could protect herself in the surging water and maintain her combat effectiveness, whereas if Nightingale fell into the water, she wouldn't even be able to exert ten percent of her strength.

So, when that foul-smelling water surged closer, like a death-dealing chain tightening around her neck, Nightingale was the first to break, transmitting her voice to Wu Que: "Go!"

As soon as the words left her lips, her figure suddenly dispersed, turning into several wisps of smoke that drilled out through the cracks in the earth and stone.

Wu Que didn't even have time to curse; he took a punch from Xu Feng head-on, tore through the wind and snow, and utilized his movement technique to vanish in a few blinks.

"Quick!"

Xu Feng let out a sigh of relief, but Xu Yue felt no sense of victory, grabbing him and immediately chasing after them in the direction they had come.

But before they could leave the Worry-Free Cave, traces of cracked earth and Literary Qi attacks appeared before their eyes.

Xu Yue's body swayed.

"It's over!"

"Tu Xingsun, you bastard, you're looking for death! How dare you stand us up!"

After escaping the Worry-Free Cave and returning to their temporary base by the Golden Water River northwest of Kaifeng, Wu Que and Nightingale saw Tu Xingsun smoking leisurely. They were instantly overcome with rage and lunged at him.

Their third ally looked exactly like Tu Xingsun, and his nickname was also Tu Xingsun.

Of course, that was gilding the lily; compared to the one from Investiture of the Gods, the two's earth-traveling arts were worlds apart.

But even so, Tu Xingsun was extremely difficult to deal with among one-star reincarnators.

After all, at this level, few people could fly for long periods; once feet were on the ground, who could guard against an enemy suddenly drilling out from beneath them?

"Don't be hasty! Don't be hasty!"

Tu Xingsun flicked the ash from his cigarette: "In that battle just now, even if you added me, we couldn't have severely wounded the Queen and the Prince, and we would have just let Murong Bo land the finishing blow. Since we were going to come up empty-handed either way, it was better to maintain the mystery."

Wu Que raged: "Wounding them and forcing out their life-saving trump cards is how we succeed next time! What kind of bullshit is that!"

Nightingale's voice was even more somber: "You fled the battle, causing our efforts to fail. My portal key and the materials for the magic array were all wasted in that wretched cave. I must file for arbitration from the Main God!"

Seeing that the effect of "praising after criticizing" was sufficient, Tu Xingsun clapped his hands and stood up: "It wasn't a wasted trip, look!"

He pointed a finger, and pale yellow smoke overflowed from his fingertip, lingering in front of them.

Suddenly, a yellow light barrier appeared on the previously empty ground.

Inside stood a person holding a brush, on guard.

Looking at this high-spirited scholar, Wu Que and Nightingale were bewildered: "Who is he?"

Tu Xingsun smiled: "Huang Shang!"

"The author of the Nine Yin Manual?"

"Grandmaster Huang Shang?"

The name was like a thunderclap; the two were stunned at first, then shrieked in surprise.

Tu Xingsun chuckled, "Who else could it be?"

Wu Que widened his eyes, "How is that possible? There are so many people in the Great Song, where did you find him?"

There are many Reincarnators who excel at digging into plotlines, and Wu Que is one of them.

Back then, Huang Shang had to rely on the target selection of a Universal Card to realize that Huang Shang was a person from this very dynasty.

Before entering [Demi-Gods and Semi-Devils], Wu Que had already considered Huang Shang.

Unfortunately, the same problem remained: in a vast sea of people, if someone isn't famous, where are you supposed to find them?

In the end, Wu Que had to give up.

But now, Huang Shang had appeared.

Tu Xingsun explained, "I didn't find him; he followed the Prince into the Worry-Free Cave. I used the Earth-Walking Technique to eavesdrop on their conversation. Huang Shang wanted to fight alongside the Prince, but was forced away by him..."

Recalling Xu Yue's expression, Wu Que suddenly realized the truth and clapped his hands, "No wonder she was in such a rush! So that's what happened! This is great! Quickly release... no, quickly invite Huang Shang out!"

Tu Xingsun ignored him, looking at Wu Que with a wicked grin.

Wu Que understood, took a deep breath, and asked, "I want Huang Shang. How many Reincarnation Points?"

Tu Xingsun slowly held up three fingers, "Three thousand Reincarnation Points!"

Wu Que's face changed color, "Three thousand? Why don't you just go rob someone! My copy of the Bright Jade Art is only worth two thousand points!"

Tu Xingsun shook his head and said in a scholarly tone, "That is where you are wrong. I am not just bringing the person to you; I am also relinquishing my contractual right to compete for Huang Shang. I am handing over a master who is at least two-star level with infinite future growth potential. Is three thousand Reincarnation Points really expensive?"

After a pause, Tu Xingsun added with a smile, "We can even stage a scene right away where you 'rescue' Huang Shang from my hands to win his favor. Furthermore, I will cooperate with you in this world to the best of my ability. With such a comprehensive, all-in-one service, is three thousand Reincarnation Points really expensive?"

Wu Que fell silent.

Tu Xingsun turned up the pressure, "Just think about it. The Queen and the Prince spent a huge price to cultivate Huang Shang, even letting him use the path of talent cultivation from [Sage of Confucianism and Taoism]. By intercepting him now, how much of a bargain are you getting?"

"That's true! They took a huge loss!"

Wu Que felt a surge of satisfaction and had already made his decision, but he put on a troubled expression and began to haggle, "Three thousand points is too expensive. It's just a chance, what if it fails? I don't have that many points, how about..."

"How about I pay half!"

Before he could finish, Nightingale, who had been silent until now, suddenly spoke up, "We each pay fifteen hundred points. We can both spend time with Huang Shang and see who he prefers to go with!"

Wu Que was stunned as he watched Nightingale remove her cloak, her black hair cascading down.

She had large eyes, a petite nose, and two dimples that appeared before she even spoke. Despite her young age, she was already quite "wealthy," possessing a completely flat chest.

Overall, she had the style of a cute young girl, which was vastly different from the enhancement path she had chosen; no wonder she wore a cloak.

At this moment, she smiled at Wu Que, blinked her eyes, and said, "Fair competition, okay?"