Enemies Meet on a Narrow Road, Tang San Thought He Was Back in the Game

After the match ended, Shui Bing'er emerged from the contestants' tunnel, while the clamor within the Heaven Dou Great Soul Arena had yet to die down.

The crowd cheered wildly, treating them like heroes.

That flamboyant Heavenly Dou Royal Academy Second Team had lasted only three minutes against Shui Bing'er and the others.

In truth, the Heavenly Dou Royal Academy Second Team had already been knocked down within the first thirty seconds. The remaining two and a half minutes had been for Xue Wu and the others to beat them up one-sidedly, letting them know that even commoners could include people they could not afford to offend.

"Those spoiled brats sure put on quite a show, but they were all bark and no bite."

Yu Hairou curled her lip as she walked, her face full of disdain.

Shui Yue'er walked beside Shui Bing'er and said to her sister, "Hehe, that was without Sister even making a move. If Sister had acted, they would've had it even worse!"

Yu Hairou nodded in agreement, then suggested, "Since we're done competing for today, let's find somewhere to relax. I want pretty food!"

The suggestion of food received unanimous approval. After informing Leng Qishuang, Shui Bing'er and the others left.

Once outside the Great Soul Arena, the first things they saw were several restaurants that looked frighteningly expensive.

Their doors were painted vermilion, fitted with bronze studs and rings, while hostesses in cheongsams stood at the entrances, bowing to everyone who passed.

All manner of gleaming gold signboards hung above the doors: Drunken Immortal Restaurant, Gathering Worthies Pavilion, Heavenly Fragrance Garden—every one of them a renowned establishment.

Through the open windows, they could see red carpets spread across the floors, silverware and celadon set upon the tables, and servers weaving back and forth with trays in hand. The dishes on those trays were exquisitely presented, perfectly fitting Yu Hairou's idea of "pretty food."

"Wow—" Shui Yue'er stopped and rose onto her tiptoes to peer inside. "It looks so fancy!"

Gu Qingbo gave a seductive smile. "Yue'er, tempted?"

Shui Bing'er shook her head. "A little, but I refuse."

Yu Hairou stared at her in surprise. "Why?!"

"What's wrong with pretty food?"

Shui Yue'er pouted. "It's those disgusting people from the Heavenly Dou Royal Academy Second Team. Places like these are where people like them love to go. I don't want to sit down and eat with them."

Everyone immediately fell into thought.

"Right. Running into people like that again would be such a mood killer."

The six of them quickly reached a consensus, leaving Yu Hairou, who had wanted pretty food, with no choice but to compromise.

Thus, the seven of them changed targets and began exploring snack streets and little alleys instead.

Though it was not a night market, the snack street was still bustling. It became even livelier once Shui Bing'er and the other beauties arrived.

After entering the snack street, Shen Liuyu, who was usually sparing with her words, miraculously became talkative. "Let me tell you, those grand restaurants and star-rated hotels are all a scam. You have to duck into little alleys to find truly good food."

"This way!" Shen Liuyu pointed at a small stall ahead, her eyes instantly lighting up.

The stall was small, just a cart with an iron pot set on top. The oil inside was boiling and bubbling away.

The vendor was a woman in her fifties, wearing a faded blue cloth apron. Her hands moved swiftly and deftly.

"Fried skewers! I had them in another city before. I wonder how they taste in Heaven Dou City..."

Shen Liuyu said happily.

"Fried skewers are just fried skewers. How different can they be?"

Although Yu Hairou said that, her body honestly drifted closer.

"Oh my, you young ladies are all so pretty. You're here for the Spirit Master Tournament, right? Since you're in Heaven Dou City, you have to try my fried skewers. They're the real deal!"

The woman chattered on while her hands never stopped working.

Before long, the skewers were ready. Each of the seven people held a bundle of fried skewers, standing beside the stall as they ate.

Accustomed to pretty food, Yu Hairou eyed the fried skewers in her hand suspiciously, her heart full of doubts.

I spent so much money for this? What can something so tiny and short possibly be like?

Though her face was full of disdain, Yu Hairou still put a Fried Skewer into her mouth.

The delicious flavor instantly exploded across her tongue. Though Yu Hairou rationally wanted to reject it, her mouth was completely beyond her control.

"Ah, how is this possible? How can something like this compare to pretty food?!"

"Damn it... but I want more. I want to take a few more bites. Ahhh... pretty food, forgive me! Forgive this unfaithful body of mine!"

Yu Hairou was wracked with guilt, but her mouth was already stuffed full of fried skewers.

After finishing the fried skewers, they continued their sweep, leaving their traces throughout every street and alley.

They even found an old shop that seemed to have been passed down for many years. It appeared to normally serve only longtime regulars, and though its location was extremely secluded, it was immensely popular.

The food there was even more impressive.

The Seven Maidens did not leave until their bellies were round and full.

Xue Wu and the others frolicked together, mocking whoever had eaten the most.

However, just as they were nearing the hotel where they were staying, they unexpectedly ran into two familiar people head-on.

They were Liu Erlong and Tang San.

Tang San carried a black cloth bag filled with incense, candles, spirit money, and other offerings.

After learning of Yu Xiao Gang's death, Liu Erlong had wanted to hold a memorial for him. Though not even his remains were left behind, she could at least set up a symbolic grave, so they had gone out to buy these things.

Yet who could have expected that enemies would meet on a narrow road? They had actually run into Shui Bing'er and the others here.

Tang San and Liu Erlong froze in place. They had already been grieving, and now they had encountered the culprits.

Over the past year and more, Tang San had returned in countless dreams to the instant Yu Xiao Gang died.

His teacher was dead, yet the culprits were so happy!

Hatred clouded his mind and drowned out his reason. Tang San actually sneered at Shui Bing'er. "Enemies really do meet on a narrow road, Shui—Bing'er!"

Shui Bing'er had been in a wonderful mood, but she had never expected to run into Tang San.

If not for him, Master would not have fallen into slumber!

Shui Bing'er clenched her delicate fists and gritted her teeth. "Enemies do meet on a narrow road. If not for you, my Master would not still be asleep!"

Master? Asleep? Could it be that person from that day had been beaten into slumber by the Asura God?

Tang San had initially been somewhat afraid that he had acted rashly. Shui Bing'er had such a powerful backer behind her—how could he afford to be rude to her?

But upon hearing Shui Bing'er say this, his eyes immediately lit up.

So that enormous commotion that day had been because Shui Bing'er's backer had been beaten into slumber.

Then what do I have to fear? I have a God behind me. If he could beat Shui Bing'er's master into slumber once, he can do it a second time.

The skies cleared, the rain stopped, and Tang San thought he was back in the game.

The lingering fear and dread in Tang San's heart vanished completely. Bolstered by the God behind him, he said, "Hmph! Last time, you had your master protecting you. This time, you won't be so lucky. Just wait—I'll avenge my teacher!"

Shui Bing'er snapped, "No need to wait. You caused my Master to fall into slumber, so I certainly won't let you off either. I'll show you right now why flowers are so red!"

Just as Shui Bing'er finished speaking, Liu Erlong voiced her objection.

"Little girl, have you misunderstood something? Who exactly is letting whom off? Do you think no one from Blue Tyrant Academy is here?"

Liu Erlong stepped forward, releasing the pressure of a Soul Saint without restraint.

The surrounding temperature immediately rose. Aside from Shui Bing'er, Xue Wu and the others instantly found it hard to breathe.

Quite a few Spirit Masters who had come to compete were staying nearby. The instant Liu Erlong released her pressure, many low-level Spirit Masters passing by dropped to their knees with a crash!

"Friend, give us some air! Some air!"

They wailed miserably, until elders and teachers from their sects released their own pressure to stand against Liu Erlong's.

Yet even those sect elders and teachers above the Soul Saint level could not help looking warily at Liu Erlong. This woman's pressure was so domineering. What kind of powerful Martial Soul did she possess?

Watching a spectacle was human nature, so a crowd of onlookers quickly gathered nearby—and they were all powerful onlookers.

After all, the area was filled with Soul Saint-level pressure. Without sufficient strength, this would not be watching a spectacle; it would be asking for trouble!

"And you dare say such things in front of me?"