Let Me Have Three Moves? What a Joke!

The laughter of the bystanders sounded unbearably grating to Fang Tong, and his face darkened until it seemed about to drip water.

"Brat, do you know who we are? How dare you speak like that!" the female disciple glared with upturned eyes and shouted at Taishu Jing.

"Who are you? Aren't you just people? Or are you saying you're not human?"

Taishu Jing curled his lip.

"You..." The female disciple was furious, staring venomously at Taishu Jing as if she wanted to swallow him alive.

"Jing, since Little Fire and the others are fine, let's leave. We've already wasted quite a bit of time."

Taishu Yun said to Taishu Jing.

"Sure. I can't be bothered with these people anyway. Looks like there isn't a single one of them who can fight."

Taishu Jing stretched lazily and agreed.

Taishu Yun nodded. Taishu Jing was right; among these people, he had not sensed anyone worthy of a fight either. The strongest were only two old men at the Soul Palace Realm, and that was all.

"You hurry up and go too. Don't linger here, or someone might turn you into dragon-meat buns," Taishu Jing said to the True Dragon that had transformed from the Dragon Tiger Beast.

Roar!

It clung to Taishu Jing and simply refused to leave.

"No, I'm telling you, if you follow me, I don't have anything tasty to give you. Go enjoy yourself on your own. Eat whatever you want, as long as you don't get stewed by someone."

Taishu Jing waved his hand and said.

"Sigh." Taishu Yun watched the scene and pressed a hand to his forehead, unable to keep watching. Why did you always think it was following you for food? Couldn't the feelings between you be a little purer? Couldn't there be a little love?

"Jing, your brother is telling you, it wants to follow you because it likes you, not because of food. Just like me and Little Fire."

Taishu Yun spoke to Taishu Jing with heartfelt earnestness.

"Huh?"

Taishu Jing sucked in a breath of cold air. His brother actually liked Little Fire, and Little Fire liked him too? They really knew how to play. His horizons had been broadened.

Smack!

Taishu Yun slapped Taishu Jing on the head. One look at his eyes told him he had gotten the wrong idea. "Jing, what Little Fire and I have is brotherly affection. Brotherly affection, understand? Huh!"

Taishu Yun grabbed Taishu Jing's ear and shouted into it.

"I get it, Brother, let go, let go," Taishu Jing cried.

"But your brotherly affection with Little Fire has nothing to do with me. I don't want any brotherly affection with it."

After being released, Taishu Jing rubbed his ear. It was red and hot.

"Forget it, you blockhead. I'll decide for you. From now on, it's following you. Do you understand?"

Taishu Yun was too lazy to explain further. He cut through the tangled hemp with a sharp knife and made the decision for him.

"On what grounds?"

Taishu Jing folded his arms, expressing his protest.

"On the grounds that I'm your brother!"

Taishu Yun's eyes went wide as he roared, spittle almost flying onto Taishu Jing's face.

"I... fine. You're my brother. You're awesome."

Taishu Jing thought for a long while before squeezing out those words.

"That's more like it. All right, communicate with it a bit. We're getting ready to head back," Taishu Yun said, nodding in satisfaction.

Always ordering people around. Taishu Jing felt a little aggrieved.

Turning back to look at the White True Dragon, Taishu Jing muttered, "Did I owe you something in my past life? Why do you have to follow me? Isn't being free and easy on your own nice?"

Roar!

It circled Taishu Jing happily, rubbing its snow-white dragon head against his face.

"Forget it. I'll give you a name. Since you've become so white now, I'll just call you Little White. Nice to hear and easy to remember."

Taishu Jing thought for a moment and gave it a rather tacky name.

Roar!

Little White happily circled around him once.

"Jing, we should go."

Seeing that he had accepted Little White, Taishu Yun smiled in relief. The feelings between humans and beasts were actually very simple. If you treated it well, it would be willing to follow you.

"Sure. But it looks like even if we want to leave, some people don't agree."

Taishu Jing turned back to look at those restless cultivators.

"Kid, you want to leave? It won't be that easy. With so many people here, only you two brats picked up the advantage. The divine beasts willingly followed you, and we have nothing to say about that, but you must make it hand over its Precious Blood. Otherwise, we won't agree."

Fang Tong shouted with a heroic swagger.

"That's right, hand over the Precious Blood, or you're not allowed to leave."

"Hand over the Precious Blood."

"..."

More and more cultivators began shouting, and what a grand, thunderous clamor it was—just like a parade.

"Everyone, my brother and I have been standing guard here from the very beginning, waiting for Little Fire and Little White to pass their Heavenly Tribulation. How is there any talk of picking up cheap gains? If anything, it is all of you who wish to rob us while the house is on fire, and even resorted to despicable methods. My brother and I have yet to pursue that matter," Taishu Yun said solemnly.

"Haha, can your one-sided words alone nail the coffin shut? If you don't hand over the Precious Blood, this old man will be the first to refuse!"

Fang Tong gave a sinister smile, intending to cling on like a leech.

"He's right. Don't even think of deceiving us. Hand over the Precious Blood."

"Hand over the Precious Blood."

With the Blood Soul Island Great Elder present, those cultivators seemed to have found their backbone and wanted to follow along to fish up some benefits.

"Fellow Daoists, hear a word from this old man. Since the divine beasts have owners, why insist on clinging to this? Moreover, who among you can say you can defeat this One Dragon and One Phoenix? Do not let desire devour your reason, only to end up drawing the fire onto yourselves."

Elder Xu stepped forward to speak on Taishu Yun's behalf.

"Xu Huai, you old cur, everyone, don't believe him. If the divine beasts had no owners, naturally there would be nothing we could do. Since they have owners, then they have weaknesses. These two little brats are the divine beasts' weakness. We can use this to threaten them and force these two divine beasts to offer up their Precious Blood. What do you think, fellow Daoists?" Fang Tong incited them with all his might.

"Elder Fang is right."

"It's feasible."

Seeing that these cultivators had been swayed by just a few words from him, Fang Tong cast Xu Huai a smug glance. Want to fight this old man? You are still far from it.

"Alas, these people can no longer be persuaded," Xu Huai said, shaking his head.

"Elder Xu, this cannot be blamed on you. A man's jade ring becomes his crime. If anyone is to blame, it can only be themselves. The fate and fortune of divine beasts is not something two children can bear."

Qingming looked at the two brothers, Taishu Yun and Taishu Jing, his tone indifferent, though there was a hint of arrogance in his eyes.

"That's right. This is their fate," Qingfeng also said from the side.

The young girl, however, did not think so. Her eyes were fixed on the two Taishu brothers, and her intuition told her that these brothers were far from simple.

"Everyone, let me offer one word of advice: beyond the mountains there are mountains, and beyond people there are people. If you think my brother and I are young and easy to bully, then don't blame us for not knowing how heavy our hands are," Taishu Yun said coldly.

"Hahahaha, you're killing me. You little brat, talking about not knowing how heavy your hands are? At least make a draft before you brag," a male disciple behind Fang Tong burst out laughing.

"Exactly. Just a little brat. What can he do?"

The others also began jeering one after another.

"Brother, stop wasting your breath. What's there to say to these idiots? They won't listen to advice, just like pigs," Taishu Jing said, long since impatient.

"Alas, Jing, you're right. There really is nothing more to say," Taishu Yun said with a nod.

"Leave it to me," Taishu Jing said, taking a few steps forward.

Arriving before the crowd, Taishu Jing swept his gaze across them, then stopped on Fang Tong.

"Old thing, I told you just now to go home and rest, but you wouldn't listen. Aren't you just in the Soul Palace Realm? What, you think you've ascended to heaven? Even that Soul Palace Realm old man behind you isn't as rampant as you. This young master will entertain you. Hurry up. Once we're done fighting, this young master still has to go home."

"You whelp!"

Fang Tong was so angry his beard nearly stuck straight up. He was just about to step out and teach Taishu Jing a lesson when he heard a disciple behind him say, "Great Elder, he's only a little brat. There's no need for you to act personally. Let me take action on your behalf."

"Good. Go easy," Fang Tong agreed.

"Don't worry, Great Elder. I'll just teach him a lesson."

That male disciple walked up to Taishu Jing and looked down at him from above, smiling contemptuously. "Little brat, don't say I'm bullying you. How about this: I'll give you three moves. After three moves, I'll make mine."

"Fucking lunatic. Roll back to your hometown and stop coming in front of me looking to die."

After cursing, Taishu Jing was too lazy to waste words with him. He kicked him in the leg, and with a crack, the man's foot bent straight backward. Before he could even let out a scream, his whole body toppled down, his little eyes dazed, still not knowing what had happened.

The instant he fell, Taishu Jing slapped him across the face. He controlled the force just right, sending him flying straight out. With a bang, he embedded into the stone wall, his neck crooked and his face covered in blood.

Hiss!

This left those cultivators staring in shock. Too fast. In less than three breaths of time, the victor had been decided. That Blood Soul Island disciple had been far too arrogant, even giving him three moves—only to fail to withstand even one.

"Senior Brother Li!"

The other three fellow disciples cried out in alarm. Looking at Senior Brother Li's miserable appearance, they shivered. Not only was his neck crooked, his leg was broken too. If not for the fact that he still had breath left in him, they would have thought he was dead.

"I warned you long ago, but you just had to crowd up and seek death. And you were going to give me three moves? Sick in the head!" Taishu Jing snorted coldly.