Chapter 225: How Much Cultivation Are You Hiding?
Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
“Ahem.”
Lu Zhou coughed and smiled.
“This development is a little dramatic. Did you guys understand what had just happened?”
They had thought that it would be a decisive battle, but who knew that the Eighth Prince would immediately withdraw his attack. He was even so frightened that he dropped his Dharma treasure.
It was as if he had done it on purpose.
It was a little confusing.
“Was he scared by the Dragon Slaying Sword?” Lin An asked.
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“I’m not sure.” Lu Jian shook his head.
“Because I’m not a dragon. I don’t understand the power of the Dragon Slaying Sword at all.”
“Could it be that the Dragon Race intends to do something else?” Hong Luan asked.
This was indeed abnormal.
“I’ll have to ask Junior Brother Bei Fang. He’s quite well-informed.” Lu Jian looked towards Bei Fang, who was rather far away.
At this moment, Bei Fang was wearing his normal sect uniform. Because he felt someone looking at him, he didn’t even have the thought of turning his head.
He silently took two steps back.
Lu Jian and company felt helpless upon seeing this.
“Junior Brother Bei Fang must have known that everyone will be asking him for information and has thus decided to stay low,” Lu Jian said.
The Second Summit was well-informed and held the authority to enforce laws in Kunlun.
“Let’s go back.” Lin An shook his head.
A moment later, some people began to leave.
Lu Jian sighed and left too.
He did not know whether it was a good or bad victory for his Junior Brother of the Ninth Summit, but the other disciples of Kunlun would definitely be talking about this matter for the next few days.
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“Hmph, how dare you take the side of the other party.”
Ao Li stared at Xiao Yu and coldly said.
Ao Man’s strange behavior was clearly abnormal. If he had to find someone to put the blame on.
That person must be Ao Longyu.
Miao Yue retracted her gaze and looked at Ao Li and Ao Shishi, asking softly.
“Just now, how many moves did the two of you say it would take before Jiang Lan lost? I remembered someone saying seven to eight moves.”
Ao Li and Ao Shishi looked at Miao Yue, feeling as if there was a fishbone stuck in their throat.
During this period of time, their bodies had been angered to death by this Summit Leader.
“Hmph!”
Ao Li flicked his sleeve and left.
Ao Shishi left the Ninth Summit with a cold gaze.
After watching the two dragons leave, Zhu Qing said.
“The Eighth Prince of the Dragon Race is born as an innate immortal. Although Xiao Yu is his sister, it’s impossible for Xiao Yu to make the Eighth Prince admit defeat like this. Furthermore, admitting defeat rashly is equivalent to insulting others.”
“It can be the effect of the Dragon Slaying Sword.” Miao Yue smiled.
“They naturally know that it has nothing to do with Xiao Yu. It’s just so that they can find a way out of the situation. By doing so, it would appear that they were not openly defeated, but that our Kunlun envoys were being petty.”
“Did you see clearly what happened?” Liu Jing looked down and asked.
He did not feel that there was any need for the Eighth Prince to retreat.
Only Jiu Zhongtian could answer this question.
They looked at the drinking Jiu Zhongtian, trying to hear an answer from him.
“If I say that I drank a mouthful of wine and didn’t see it, will you guys believe it?”
Jiu Zhongtian, who had been drinking, asked suddenly.
“Senior Brother, please speak. What is the situation?” Zhu Qing asked.
“The Dragon Slaying Sword does have some effect on the Eighth Prince.” Jiu Zhongtian looked at Jiang Lan below and said softly.
“But the one who really made the Eighth Prince retreat should be himself. As for why, you have to ask him yourselves.”
“What did Goddess do just now?” Miao Yue asked.
No one answered.
No one paid attention to Xiao Yu.
However, they couldn’t rule out the possibility that the Goddess was using an unknown privilege.
“Jiang Lan looks a little surprised. If it was done by the Goddess, she would probably tell him.” Liu Jing tried to guess.
“Probably not.” Zhu Qing thought for a moment and said,
“Xiao Yu will accept things even if she doesn’t like it, but as long as she needs to do it, she will work hard for it. From the start, she had already tried getting along well with Jiang Lan.
She would think of other things to further their relationship, but it is hard for her to take action. She is a sensitive person. She would think if someone was targeting her, so she usually doesn’t do things that hurt people.”
“If you think about it simply, this matter is nothing much. If you think about it in a more complicated way, this could be a scheme of the Dragon Race,” said Liu Jing.
The others nodded and didn’t say anything else.
There were no clues so far.
“I will go down and ask Jiang Lan.” Miao Yue moved, planning to ask some questions.
The matter of the Dragon Race had not ended yet. The others were still busy.
“I’ll go ask Xiao Yu.” Zhu Qing followed her down.
Liu Jing and Jiu Zhongtian did not stay any longer and left immediately.
Mo Zhengdong returned to his usual place. Jiang Lan would be coming up soon.
He did not need to go down.
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The challenges had ended.
However, many people found it hard to accept the result. They were clearly fighting well, how did it end so quickly?
How did the Senior Brother of the Ninth Summit win?
“Do you think the Senior Brother of the Ninth Summit won with his aura?”
“Couldn’t he have relied on his background?”
“Does the Senior Brother of the Ninth Summit have any background? No, right?”
“Doesn’t being the only disciple of the Ninth Summit count as a background?”
“However, this victory is somewhat child’s play. It was clearly very exciting at the start.”
“You have a problem with him losing, and you have a problem with him winning. You guys are so hard to please.”
Although they were all somewhat astonished and found it hard to accept, the Dragon Race had indeed lost.
Ao Man left the Ninth Summit immediately.
He, who had failed in carrying out his mission, needed to go back and explain properly.
He was such a bitter dragon.
Especially after coming to Kunlun.
This place was at odds with him.
Still, he wanted to go back and calm down. He wanted to know what was wrong with him.
Why did he behave as such previously?
The spectators came and left quickly.
No matter what, the tables had turned.
Those who came could boast to those who didn’t come, but there were only a few who didn’t come.
Jing Ting and the others also retreated. No matter what, Jiang Lan will catch up to them later.
They wanted to return to cultivate and become immortals as soon as possible.
Jiang Lan didn’t take their departure to heart.
This battle with the Eighth Prince was destined to be the center of attention, and it would take some time to eliminate the effects.
It was fine if there were more people. In fact, he was even afraid that there would be fewer people. If that was so, they would exaggerate for no reason when chatting.
At that time, the Kunlun disciples would just be helping his enemies.
He would have become a legend from the mouths of the spectators. Those who wanted to target him would have to think highly of him.
They would then send out even stronger people to deal with him.
At that time, it would be hard to say whether he would be able to deal with them.
He hoped that the matter didn’t spread like that.
If a rumor that the disciple of the Ninth Summit used his Essence Soul cultivation to force back an immortal with a single strike were to spread.
What was he going to do?
Even though he was a True Immortal, he was unable to contain the people who were targeting him.
Fortunately, he had left a deep impression on everyone in the past that he was a good-for-nothing cultivator, so this wouldn’t happen.
But as time passed, if he continued to be so eye-catching.
The Kunlun disciples would no longer criticize him and would instead exaggerate his achievements. Then, it would be difficult for him to deal with the incoming danger.
He hoped that there would be no more such challenges. As long as he had no more triumphs in battles and challenges, nothing that he was worried about would happen.
After everyone left, Jiang Lan decided to look for Xiao Yu.
This time, the square was undamaged. Otherwise, he would have to repair it for a few days.
Jiang Lan had just turned around when a beautiful figure landed with a veil.
It was Martial Aunt Miao Yue of the Fifth Summit.
“Greetings, Martial Aunt.”
Jiang Lan was a little surprised. Why would the Martial Aunt of the Fifth Summit come?
Miao Yue stood in front of Jiang Lan with a smile on her face.
“Jiang Lan, tell me the truth. How much of your cultivation did you hide?”
