Huang Youxi had never met someone so... easy to talk to. All of a sudden, he felt as powerless as though his punch had landed in cotton. "The temple's power is strange and unpredictable. Fellow Daoist, you should still be careful."
"But I've already offended it. If I don't curse it a few more times now, am I supposed to wait until it comes knocking and then beg for mercy?" He had already set up a fighting ring against the Divine Dragon Temple. He definitely could not do something so spineless.
The feeling of powerlessness grew ever clearer, and Huang Youxi almost failed to keep his composure. "...Fellow Daoist sees things clearly."
"So, did you make a wish?" Bian Chunchou asked curiously. He had originally thought the other man would deny it, yet he was unexpectedly frank.
"I did."
Daoist Bian could not help leaning back tactically. "You..."
Huang Youxi simply stopped concealing his sharpness. "Yes, I offered up a human sacrifice. Are you afraid of me, Fellow Daoist?"
Who knew which words out of your mouth were true and which were false? "Where did you get a human sacrifice?"
"A stranger I met in town. I promised him one hundred thousand Spirit Stones once we got out. He willingly took a calamity for me. He happened to need money, so this deal was very worthwhile to him."
...Damn it, he hated players who could crush people with money.
"You're not..."
"Cheating?" Huang Youxi was unconcerned. "I don't see it that way. So long as the result is right, is the process really that important?"
Bian Chunchou immediately nodded. "Of course it is. Eating can fill your stomach, and eating shit can fill your stomach too. Would you choose the latter?"
That was so crude there was simply no