"That 150 moves, do you rember it?"
Yu Xuetong snorted coldly, mocking soone, who couldn't do that?
"150 moves..."
The robed True Sage likewise smirked wryly, his smile filled with self-mockery.
"That day, Ouyang Zhenxue asked how many moves it would take to defeat my disciple with pure swordsmanship alone. Xiao Jun answered, '150 moves.' At the ti, I laughed at his hypocrisy, but now..."
The robed True Sage sneered and suddenly burst into loud laughter.
"I finally understand what that '150 moves' ans. It ans using my full strength, all kinds of equipnt, everything I've got, he could win within 150 moves!"
Isn't it shaful to say such things?
No, not at all shaful. Anyone who could deliver that one strike just now, even if they were just a Qi Cultivator who could unleash such a strike once in their lifeti by burning their vital blood, would surely agree that you are right!
That stunning strike represents that person's talent.
The one who could swing such a saber and talk like that, what is wrong with that? She even claid she would achieve Nascent Soul before!
...
On Cloud Platform, no one stood up to stop ng Yu anymore.
The crowd parted, making way, and step by step, ng Yu walked up to Ouyang De.
He tilted his head, observing this mber of the Ouyang Family hailed as a business prodigy for a minute.
He felt a bit disappointed.
"Ouyang Zhenxue has disappeared; is that your doing?"
ng Yu's voice was very gentle, even soft-spoken. "I have no grudge against you, there's still ti to turn back. Think carefully, from yesterday noon until now, what have you done? Any anomalies? She said she was going out to get so money and then disappeared. Did you tamper with sothing, block the information, or intentionally delay things?"
Many disappearance cases, in the end, turn out to be laughable, children go out to play, wives go to et best friends, even a good friend deliberately damages a mobile phone. ng Yu hoped it could just be a misunderstanding, such as Ouyang Qianli blocking Ouyang Zhenxue and detaining her sowhere.
He had previously tried so hard, but got no response.
"No, no, absolutely not!"
Upon seeing ng Yu's Blood Transmutation Divine Saber, Ouyang De's face was already covered in sweat, all other thoughts had vanished without a trace, his only feeling was that things were getting out of hand!
He now understood why Ouyang Zhenxue valued Xiao Jun so much; this was a future Golden Core, even Nascent Soul Seed. Ouyang Zhenxue has truly gone missing, because no one would play tricks on such a person! Was any event more important than such a figure, and he, foolishly thinking the whole thing was Xiao Jun's own concoction.
"I will call my father imdiately, mobilize contacts to start searching, I really had no idea, it's not a joke, really!"
Horror filled Ouyang De's eyes as he realized he had made a grave mistake today.
Constant rejections, even tossing the branch into the ditch, he seed to win, but Xiao Jun's affection for the Ouyang Family was completely lost by him.
Even including Ouyang Zhenxue's.
After all, his sister had said she had never t Xiao Jun before, so now she was trying her best to show enthusiasm.
...
Ouyang Qianli was chatting with friends, the signal of his personal terminal having long been blocked by the Sect's wards in the dwelling. The assistant outside saw Ouyang De's incessant calls but did not get through.
The old master had said he was now discussing the Dao with Master Si Shui and did not want to be disturbed by anything less than grave matters, let alone concern himself with this son, Ouyang De, for the ti being.
Talented and resourceful, yet lacking in the bigger picture. No matter how less face Ouyang Zhenxue gave him, honestly, if he had invited an outside Golden Core, wouldn't they demand a higher price and be less diligent?
Then, he foolishly thought that since his sister did not give his brother face, a private complaint, stirring up trouble, was that right?
The assistant looked at the phone, ready to leave Ouyang De hanging for ten minutes.
This was the old master's attitude.
...
On Cloud Platform, the music had long stopped, let alone dancing. The noisy crowd, all turned their eyes to Ouyang De making the phone call.
From ti to ti, bursts of blood blood on soone's body, but everyone seed unconcerned, even feeling it was for the best.
The news of Xiao Jun had started to spread the mont he climbed onto Cloud Platform, and now everyone knew what had happened.
A swordsman from Immortal Sect, Xiao Jun, traveled for eight months to reach Ceres.
He had registered for the competition early, aiming to secure a good position. When disembarking, because he was not twisted enough to fit in, he fell under suspicion by the Blood God Sect's intelligence agency—how could there be soone who sat on the Interstellar Train a full eight months, not partaking in romantic entanglents, debauchery, murder, arson, but instead traveled discreetly, never even leaving the station, as mild as a chicken?
He did not get angry, instead, he made a phone call at the station to see if soone could help. Minister Qin had passed away, friends couldn't assist, just as he was prepared to be captured and accept harassnt, Ouyang Zhenxue appeared.
She stepped forward to help, assisted him through customs, took him ho, which should have been a good thing, but Ouyang De spoke ill, inciting Ouyang Qianli to rage and drive both of them out. Although she kept saying Xiao Jun was a true martial arts talent, no one believed her.
Of course, peaceful as a chicken, Xiao Jun did not get angry, did not retaliate; perhaps he felt his cultivation was insufficient, or that acting out would further enrage Ouyang Qianli, so he calmly accepted the eviction and followed Ouyang Zhenxue to this neighborhood.
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