The old Confucian scholar lifted his drooping eyelids, turned in place, raised two withered fingers, pressed against the sword, moved the swing aside, and slowly walked forward. He passed by the pretty young girl with a rigid smile and wide-eyed, murderous look, casually accepting the steaming "hotown dish" she held in her hands.
In the silent courtyard with bamboo leaves gently falling.
The old Confucian scholar, holding a smoking pipe behind him with one hand and a dish with the other, walked to the table where Zhao Rong and Zhang Huizhi sat, under Zhao Rong’s silent gaze.
Zhang Huizhi, who hadn’t spoken since just now, glanced at the old Confucian scholar, then gently turned his head, looking towards the southern direction of Dawei, and did not look at Zhao Rong.
"Ziyu, this elder Qin is my benefactor... When I was downcast and traveled south, it was the Qin family of Dawei that supported ..."
Zhao Rong seed not to hear the words of the young Confucian scholar in black. He tilted his head, silently watching the stooped and disfigured old man who looked quite different now.
The young Confucian scholar showed no expression.
Nor did he reply.
Qin Jianfu bent over and placed the plate of "spicy strips" he had painstakingly sought and roughly recreated on the table in front of the young Confucian scholar.
Then.
The old man smiled.
"Try it."
The room was silent, with only the sound of the boy writing in the north room, the rhythm unchanged.
The young Confucian scholar lowered his eyelids slightly.
Silently staring at this dish brought by an old friend from Dawei, which he had once "painstakingly sought." At a certain mont, he nodded slightly.
"Thank you."
...
...
"Gui, how much chance of survival do I have this ti?"
"Nine points."
"Nine points? Then... out of how many total?"
In a Heart Lake that had already turned cold along with its owner, the dull color beca slightly brighter.
"Ten."
Gui softly uttered a word, but before the young Confucian scholar’s rapidly plumting heart could ignite hope, it quipped again: "So, you have none."
Zhao Rong: "......"
Do you think you’re funny?
"Logically, under the fireworks you designed back then, this old beast shouldn’t have survived. Even if he reacted promptly, imdiately mitigated the loss, decisively sacrificed a Golden Core that took half a life to cultivate in exchange for a small life, he should still be barely alive, half-dead."
Gui nodded seriously and said:
"Indeed, his appearance as an ugly, pitiful old servant fits the norm. It’s just a pity we were careless before and didn’t recognize him. Actually, I didn’t expect him to dare seek revenge personally and, more importantly, in such a bizarre manner..."
"By the way, where on earth did he get a Fourth Grade Golden Core? Zhao Rong, the strange thod this old beast used just now should be a rare Outer Elixir Strange Technique on the mountain, directly swallowing a core to re-enter the Golden Core Realm... This approach is really unorthodox."
Zhao Rong calmly: "I have no chance of survival?"
Gui nodded directly:
"This is a Fourth Grade Golden Core Realm, close to the upper Third Grade Golden Core’s existence, not so riffraff Seventh or Eighth Grade miscellany. This old beast is also a legitimate Confucian cultivator..."
"Although Zhao Qian’er is an extraordinarily talented Sword Immortal Seed, she can only rival a Heavenly Will Realm cultivator from one realm up. To have her fight across two realms with a Golden Core Realm is simply impossible, wishful thinking."
"Even if Zhao Qian’er joins you, you wouldn’t be able to withstand three of his moves. So, there is no chance of survival."
It sighed, paused, and added:
"Mm, that’s in the absence of any unexpected circumstances. Heh, but according to my experience, in such dangerous situations, any qualified Child of Destiny, or earthly favored one, usually has a lot of unexpectedness around them, like ntors, sects, or favorable seniors... Mm, theoretically, they could erge in ergencies, saving a life, or even helping in counterattacks."
The Sword Spirit smiled as it said this, as if it were not facing a doom where they would be crushed by a Golden Core Realm enemy’s fingertip alongside Zhao Rong.
"You think so, Young Master Zhao?"
"......"
Zhao Rong remained silent, seemingly deep in thought.
Gui looked serious: "Hey, Young Master Zhao, you should have so unexpectedness too, right?"
Zhao Rong spoke this ti, but his voice was reversed in steadiness as he asked:
"Perhaps Uncle Xiaobai, the expert, is not here, that ergency jade wall for danger reporting was tricked away by Zhang Huizhi, and I now only have a maple leaf given by Mr. Yan on my person, which can be used once as a surprise... Gui, are you considered my other unexpectedness?"
The Sword Spirit shook its head, "I can’t leave your brow chakra. My cultivation back then didn’t even have one ten-thousandth left, I can’t help you. Zhao Rong, why don’t we take advantage of the ti before we are wiped out, just curse this old beast a few tis? Any release is so relief."
In the Heart Lake.
It started to laugh.
Zhao Rong also joined in laughter.
This unreliable sword master and Sword Spirit had no more tricks to play, making light of their anxiety.
Because the only "unexpectedness" that they could use was Mr. Yan’s maple leaf, and this gentleman who valued Zhao Rong was only at the Golden Core Realm, a match for Qin Jianfu.
The maple leaf he gave would at most hold for a while.
The young Confucian scholar finally laughed and said: "Gui, aren’t you afraid of death?"
The Sword Spirit sneered arrogantly: "I’ve already died once. What’s there to fear? Besides, I didn’t set too high expectations for you as the sword master, nor am as dashing as Young Master Zhao with so many red confidants, so why be afraid of sothing like death!"
"But Young Master Zhao, when facing doom, are you scared? Regretful? Remorseful?"
The young Confucian scholar calmly shook his head: "Fear, regret, remorse, terror... they all exist, filling my heart, but, all of them combined still weigh less than one other thought in my mind."
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