Su Wan'er, come out and meet your death.

"Brother, what do you think I should do?"

"Ahem, ahem. I'd originally prepared a gift for Zhang Chulan to mark his apprenticeship. Now, what do you think...?"

"Forget it."

Li Shouyi waved a hand, looking exceedingly generous.

Right now, the greatest threat to him was Wu Dalang's insanity.

If the man were normal, he wouldn't have been afraid at all. But the problem was, this guy was a lunatic!

The reckless feared the ruthless, the ruthless feared those who didn't care whether they lived, and those who didn't care whether they lived feared lunatics.

So Li Shouyi felt this flatbread seller was his natural nemesis.

"Hahaha! Since you're being so generous, little brother, I'll do you this favor."

Once Zhang Daoling heard he wouldn't have to give Li Shouyi any money, his smile blossomed like a chrysanthemum.

He stepped forward, grabbed Wu Dalang by the collar, and said, "Shorty, you have two paths before you."

"First, lower your cultivation and fight him."

"Second, I'll twist your head off and send it to your grandfather."

"I choose the first! Wait!"

"Why should I lower my cultivation?"

"He's in the Spirit Severing Realm too, you know!"

Wu Dalang flew into a rage when he heard Zhang Daoling favoring Li Shouyi so blatantly.

We're clearly at the same level, so why do I have to go easy on him?

"Are you blind, brat?"

"Can't you see he's only at the peak of the Nascent Soul realm right now?"

Without even turning his head, Zhang Daoling pointed at Li Shouyi, then hauled Wu Dalang over to him so he could take a good look.

"Your cultivation actually dropped? Could it have been last time...?"

Something seemed to occur to Wu Dalang, and a smile appeared on his face.

"Fine, Senior. I'm willing to lower my cultivation."

"That's more like it."

After saying that, Zhang Daoling tapped several points on Wu Dalang's body.

At once, Wu Dalang's aura dropped from the Spirit Severing Realm to the peak of the Nascent Soul realm.

With that settled, he winked his left eye at Li Shouyi.

Seeing Zhang Daoling's gesture, Li Shouyi couldn't help twitching at the corner of his eye.

This old bastard is so fucking extra.

"Master, are you all right?"

After quite some time, Li Shouyi's disciples finally arrived.

Seeing the worried faces of Lin Shuishui, Su Wan'er, and the other two women, Li Shouyi waved at them swaggeringly. "Who do you think your master is? How could anything happen to me?"

Once the women reached his side, they began checking him all over. Su Wan'er was the worst of the lot—she actually tried to slip her hand inside his clothes.

Smack...

Li Shouyi hurriedly slapped away Su Wan'er's groping hand, then grabbed the idiot by the ear and snapped, "You unruly disciple! I'll remind you one more time: do that again, and I'll chop your paws right off."

"Hehe, Master, stop trying to scare me."

"It's not like I'm..."

Seeing that Su Wan'er still intended to keep talking, Li Shouyi hurriedly sealed her mouth with a Daoist spell.

"Once I'm done dealing with this flatbread seller, I'm putting you in the Alchemy Furnace and roasting you."

"Mmph, mmph, mmph..."

"Su Wan'er, do you still remember me?"

That furious roar brimmed with resentment, bitterness, and a trace of excitement.

Indeed, the moment Zhou Kangyong saw Su Wan'er, he could no longer contain the fury in his heart.

He could even feel a faint ache in his crotch.

And the person responsible for all of it was Su Wan'er, standing right before him.

"Who are you, then?"

Zhang Daoling realized that this little brother he'd just taken under his wing seemed to have quite a few enemies.

He looked at Zhou Kangyong and thought he might have taken a loss on this deal.

"Senior Zhang, this is the Fourth Prince of our Great Zhou Royal Clan. Please forgive his rudeness."

Soldier No. 1, standing beside Zhou Kangyong, hurriedly shielded the prince behind him.

He knew that Zhang Daoling truly deserved to be called "illustrious" in the Cultivation World.

"Oh! So you're Zhou Tianhai's grandson."

"You knew my grandfather?"

"It's rather embarrassing to say, but if I remember correctly, your grandfather was beaten to death by my master."

Watching Zhang Daoling scratch his head awkwardly, Zhou Kangyong felt insulted once again.

But this damned old man's cultivation was so far above his that there was no comparison, so Zhou Kangyong decided to vent his fury on Su Wan'er.

Su Wan'er: ??

Are you looking down on me, Gian?

That was what Zhou Kangyong thought, and naturally, his mouth didn't stop either. Glaring venomously at Su Wan'er, he said, "Su Wan'er, I want a duel to the death with you. Do you dare?"

Zhou Kangyong's words instantly lit up Su Wan'er's eyes. Knowing she couldn't speak, she nodded frantically at him.

Li Shouyi laughed when he heard this.

You're only in the early Golden Core realm, Zhou Kangyong. What are you going to use to challenge someone at the peak of the Golden Core realm?

Who gave you the courage? Yang Jingru?

With that thought, he removed the spell on Su Wan'er.

"It's a deal, then. Don't you dare back out."

"I've waited who knows how many days for this moment. Why would I back out?"

"Meet your death, Su Wan'er!"

For more than a month, Zhou Kangyong had trained desperately every day, doing a hundred sit-ups, a hundred squats, and a hundred-kilometer sprint.

His elders had taken him to an unbearably hot place to train his endurance, and he had been thrown into the lightless depths of the sea. All of it had served a single purpose.

To kill the woman before him with his own hands.

Recalling that arduous journey, Zhou Kangyong couldn't help laughing inwardly.

My hard work has definitely paid off. Sure, I haven't broken through my limiter like a certain cheating bastard.

But at least I've broken through one cultivation stage.

So, Su Wan'er, meet your death!

Bang...

"Ah!! Your Highness!"

The atmosphere was rather strange. Even the person responsible felt rather strange.

Su Wan'er looked at her palm in disbelief, then at the headless corpse.

A moment later, she pointed at Zhou Kangyong and shouted, "You've got some nerve, trying to scam your great-aunt here!"

"Uh... Senior Sister, I don't think that's quite right."

"If he lost his life trying to stage an accident, it wouldn't be a scam anymore."

"Oh!!"

After hearing Pei Zhujiu's words, Su Wan'er looked as though she'd suddenly seen the light.

"You—you actually dared to kill our Fourth Prince! Just wait for the Great Zhou Royal Clan to take revenge!"

Soldier No. 1 clutched Zhou Kangyong's corpse, turned into a streak of light, and vanished.

The disciples who had wanted to give chase could only grit their teeth and abandon the idea when Li Shouyi signaled them with his eyes.

Li Shouyi truly didn't want them to chase him. After all, the one who had just fled was in the Spirit Severing Realm. If Zhang Daoling hadn't been there, he probably wouldn't have run at all.

"Master, wasn't I amazing?"

"Scram!"

"Right away, Master."

Having heard an answer she was satisfied with, Su Wan'er returned to her junior brothers and sisters and began basking in their cheers.

"Senior Sister, that slap was so badass."

"I thought so too."

Su Wan'er shamelessly accepted her junior brothers' and sisters' compliments.

It had to be said that of Li Shouyi's three disciples, Miss Su resembled him the most.

At least when it came to shamelessness, the blue drawn from indigo had clearly surpassed the indigo itself.

"Li Shouyi, it's our turn."

Wu Dalang didn't care in the slightest about Zhou Kangyong's death.

He overestimated himself and deserved to die.

That was Wu Dalang's verdict on Zhou's Fourth Prince.

"Sure! Come on."

Li Shouyi flashed Wu Dalang a brilliant smile, then held out his right hand, slowly extended his middle finger, and beckoned to him with it.

By now, the two stood at the edge of the cliff, each occupying one side.

As they slowly stirred their magical power, the atmosphere grew tense.

At that moment, every gaze settled on the two of them...