So Yan Jiu grew wilder and wilder.
Joshua had nearly been molded into a bookish scholar by the Imperial Capital Academy, but Ye Chuqi had intervened early. His approach to learning and fighting differed greatly from everyone else's. Later, after spending some time with Yan Jiu and picking up his habits, he strayed ever farther down the path of underhanded attacks.
Joshua felt perfectly justified. Ye Chuqi had said that villains died from talking too much. He wasn't a villain, but he knew talking too much was no good either. When something needed doing, he could just act, especially when explaining himself was difficult—or when he had no desire to explain at all.
They knew about the dirty tricks the Lu Family had pulled behind the scenes on the Raila Continent and the trouble they had caused Ye Chuqi. They didn't believe the Lu Family had played no part in their ending up stranded on the Kabu Continent, either. Now that they had run into members of the Lu Family in this remote place, Yan Jiu and Joshua both wanted to collect a little interest for Ye Chuqi.
The greatsword in Ye Chuqi's hand looked impossibly heavy, yet she wielded it as effortlessly as an extension of her arm. Watching her was like watching someone swing a massive saber with the ease of an embroidery needle.
The Fighting Spirit barrier Uncle Quan raised did block Ye Chuqi's attack. But when that invisible sword strike came down, he felt as though a boulder had landed on his head. A sound like cracking came from the barrier, and he nearly spat blood. The crushing pressure made him feel that the barrier might not be the only thing about to break. With so many young people behind him to protect, he had poured