Each with Their Own Schemes

Five people sat down in chairs around the long table. Ning Fengzhi sat in the very center, while Qian Renxue, Sword Douluo, and the others took their seats on either side.

For some reason, Ning Fengzhi felt a chill down his back in this seat, as though nails were about to grow out of his palms.

Qian Renxue looked across the table, her eyes fixed on Sword Douluo. She was making him feel a little embarrassed.

"Um, guest, perhaps we shouldn't keep staring at each other. Let's eat."

Ning Fengzhi smiled awkwardly, breaking the silence.

Seeing this, Qian Renxue was just about to pick up her chopsticks when she suddenly remembered that Qian Daoliu had once warned her: when visiting someone's home, she had to wait for the host to pick up his chopsticks before she could do the same.

So she put down her chopsticks and said to Ning Fengzhi,

"Please eat first, Sect Master Ning."

Thump, thump!

Ning Fengzhi's heart gave two heavy beats. He realized his suspicions were right: Qian Renxue wasn't as simple as she appeared.

Wasn't asking him to eat first a way to check whether there was poison in the food? Even a crafty old fox wouldn't come up with such a scheme.

Ning Fengzhi swallowed hard and, with a trembling hand, picked up some food and slowly put it in his mouth.

"Haha, everyone, dig in! Go ahead and eat!"

Thump, thump!

Ning Fengzhi's actions made Chen Qi's heart pound twice.

You had to admit, this old fox was a master strategist. From the way he picked up the food, it was clear there was probably poison in it.

Otherwise, his hand wouldn't be trembling so much. He must be planning to poison Qian Renxue, then use the antidote as leverage to make them hand over the benefits they wanted. What a brilliant scheme!

He looked at Qian Renxue, praying she wouldn't pick up any food. Otherwise, she'd fall for Ning Fengzhi's trap.

Qian Renxue had just picked up her chopsticks and was about to try some when she suddenly felt an irresistible force in her stomach.

She remembered eating too much and too many different things last night. She must have upset her stomach then.

Clatter!

The chopsticks slipped from Qian Renxue's hand. Seeing this, Chen Qi breathed a sigh of relief and couldn't help giving her a thumbs-up. It seemed she'd noticed something was wrong with the food too.

Ning Fengzhi's heart leaped into his throat at the sight. From her manner, she didn't want to eat.

What did that mean?

It meant the other party didn't want to negotiate!

Perhaps Qian Renxue had known everything from the start. She hadn't brought any guards not because she was arrogant, but because an even more terrifying expert was following behind her.

Putting down her chopsticks made it all clear. Qian Renxue was truly terrifying.

Qian Renxue clutched her stomach, smiled awkwardly, and looked up.

"Um, could I use the restroom?"

Boom!

Chen Qi and Ning Fengzhi were both stunned. What did that mean?

It meant she was going to leave!

Chen Qi even wondered if Qian Renxue had read about the Feast at Hongmen. Even the way she planned to leave was exactly like Liu Bang's.

Ning Fengzhi's heart leaped into his throat. Had he not been a good host?

If she left, she would surely speak ill of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect.

If he refused to let her go, the powerful expert behind her would surely flatten the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect. To prevent that from happening, he had to make sure Qian Renxue was happy!

"Uncle Sword, I'm sorry to trouble you. Could you show off your swordsmanship?"

Chen Xin was puzzled by Ning Fengzhi's request, but he nodded, took out the Seven Kill Sword, and stood up.

Ning Fengzhi looked at Qian Renxue, whose face had turned pale, and said,

"Miss Qian, please enjoy a sword dance by our Sect Protecting Douluo, Sword Douluo."

Hearing this, Qian Renxue nearly burst into tears. Ning Fengzhi was dead set on embarrassing her. If only she'd listened and not come to the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect.

When Chen Qi saw Chen Xin rise to perform a sword dance, his pupils suddenly contracted.

What was he doing?

Were they really going to reenact the Feast at Hongmen, then take the chance to kill Qian Renxue while performing the sword dance?

Ning Fengzhi was truly ruthless. He'd do anything for profit. If Qian Renxue didn't leave soon, she'd never get away.

" Sect Master Ning, our young mistress said she needs the restroom. We'll be taking our leave now."

With that, he reached to pull Qian Renxue up.

Seeing Chen Qi's move, Qian Renxue felt as though she'd seen a ray of hope and silently praised him.

If she didn't leave now, Qian Renxue was going to unleash a flood in front of everyone.

Seeing that Qian Renxue was about to leave again, Ning Fengzhi hurriedly grabbed her arm.

"Please wait a moment. Uncle Sword's swordsmanship is incredible. It'll absolutely open your eyes."

Chen Qi couldn't let that pass.

What did he mean, "open your eyes"? More like blow her brains out! If they stayed any longer, Qian Renxue wouldn't be able to leave.

He gave a sharp tug. Qian Renxue's stomach lurched, and she nearly let the flood loose.

"Our young mistress needs the restroom. What if she wets herself?"

Qian Renxue clutched her stomach and nodded emphatically. If she stayed any longer, wetting herself would be the least of her worries.

Ning Fengzhi heard a different meaning in those words. Wasn't "wet herself" a warning to him?

A warning that once they left, they'd make the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect run with blood. That would be disastrous!

So he gave a sharp tug too, pulling Qian Renxue back toward him. Her stomach lurched again, and something was already beginning to emerge.

"Please, don't! Miss Qian, our Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect hasn't done anything heinous. Please be magnanimous!"

Chen Qi pulled her back again and retorted,

"You're saying you want to do something heinous? Our young mistress needs the restroom. Stop holding her back!"

"No!"

"Yes!"

"No!"

Using Qian Renxue as the rope, the two of them began a tug-of-war. Neither would give way.

Each was fighting for his own life.

Qian Renxue was yanked back and forth between them until she finally couldn't hold it anymore. A strong stench rose from her.

Chen Qi and Ning Fengzhi froze. They both stopped pulling and looked at each other, utterly at a loss.

So she really did need the restroom.

Qian Renxue's face turned red. She glared furiously at the two culprits, then burst into tears in sheer frustration.

The moon hung high in the sky. Qian Renxue came out of the room in fresh clothes and glared at the two men who had made her soil herself, grinding her teeth in anger.

"Hmph!"

Cold sweat seeped down Ning Fengzhi's back. If the terrifying expert behind Qian Renxue found out he'd made her soil herself, the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect would be finished.

Chen Qi swallowed and silently prayed that his favorability wouldn't drop. It had taken him so much effort to raise it above six hundred; losing even a little would pain him for a long time.

"You two have made me very angry! I said I needed the restroom, but you insisted on stopping me. How do you think we should settle this?"

Chen Qi nodded and immediately chimed in.

"Exactly! Sect Master Ning, how do you think we should settle what happened to our young mistress?"

Now all the blame was pointed at Ning Fengzhi. He felt enormous pressure bearing down on him.

Chen Xin and Gu Rong stepped in front of Ning Fengzhi. They had to protect their sect master; otherwise, what use were they as the sect's protectors?

"Impudent! How dare you threaten our sect master like this? Do you not know whose territory you're on?"