81: Take off clothes

Chen Xian stood with his hands on his hips.

This grandson's words really didn't give him any Face at all.

"Stop right there!"

"Shadow Guards, all of you, come out!"

The other nine people also appeared in the courtyard.

Not just them, but also Zhou Duoer, Da Huang, and the White Cat!

This was the first time they had all gathered together like this.

Chen Xian asked with a smile, "Do you all also not believe that I have the power to strike Yang Han?"

Awkward smiles appeared on their Faces.

"Young Lord, you are only at the Qi Refinement Stage, and your future potential is limitless. It's not a good thing to Face off against the Golden Core Stage so early."

"Exactly, you know, confidence is also very important."

Chen Xian saw their attempts to dissuade him.

He said even more firmly, "Then how about we make a bet! If I can fight ten rounds against a full-strength Yang Han and remain undefeated, one of you ten must take turns every day to practice swordplay with me."

"If I lose!"

Chen Xian snapped his fingers.

Ten Medicinal Pills appeared before them.

The expressions on the ten people's Faces varied.

"This is a baoyuan pill!"

"A great supplement for Golden Core Cultivators. Young Lord, where did you get this?"

Chen Xian said with a smile, "Don't worry about that. Are you betting or not?"

"Bet! Why wouldn't we?"

Yang Han stepped forward, already rubbing his hands in anticipation.

The eyes of the other nine people also turned toward Yang Han.

It was as if they were looking at the hope of their entire village.

"Yang Han, don't lose Face!"

"The future of us brothers depends on you!"

Yang Han laughed loudly and said, "Don't worry, brothers! I am determined to get this baoyuan pill."

When he woke up this morning, his right eyelid had been twitching.

He thought something bad was going to happen.

He didn't expect good fortune to come knocking on his door.

Yang Han looked at Chen Xian and said cautiously, "Young Lord, there is one thing I must clarify beforehand!"

"If I injure you, don't blame me!"

Chen Xian waved his hand.

"Within ten rounds, if anyone gets injured, it's their own business and has nothing to do with anyone else. We men should accept our losses gracefully!"

"Good!"

Every person in front of him showed an excited expression.

Needless to say for the Divine Strategy Army, they had always respected strength above all else.

It was even more so for Demonic Cultivators; without strength, they wouldn't have made it this far.

Being aggressive and competitive.

In other places, this might be a flaw.

But in their eyes, it was an excellent quality.

Otherwise, how could they tell who was stronger?

Chen Xian took a deep breath.

He slowly drew the elephant bone sword.

"Then I'll begin!"

"Young Lord, bring it on."

Chen Xian slashed his sword directly toward Yang Han.

elephant bone sword, First Stage—Mountain Suppression!

In an instant, Yang Han felt a massive pressure surge toward him.

"Well played."

He drew the a type of long chinese saber from his waist.

This was the standard-issue weapon of the Divine Strategy Army, and with one strike, he split the massive Sword Qi in two.

Buzz!

Just as the strike landed.

Yang Han felt a chill down his back.

He quickly rolled forward.

Chen Xian's sword brushed past his waist.

Swish!

A massive sword scar appeared on the ground.

Seeing this, Yang Han broke out in a cold sweat.

That strike from the Young Lord had almost sliced him into pieces!

He hadn't expected the Young Lord's sword to be so sharp and fierce.

"Yang Han, don't be a coward!"

"Are you even a Golden Core Cultivator!"

Hearing this, a cold sneer appeared on Yang Han's Face.

"Young Lord, then please excuse my rudeness!"

He pressed his palms together.

A massive Protective Aura instantly swept toward Chen Xian, covering everything in its path.

The ground began to vibrate violently because of it.

However, Chen Xian took a deep breath.

"In that case, let's see who is superior!"

elephant bone sword, Second Stage—Trample!

With one strike from Chen Xian.

A Sword Domain formed within a ten-meter radius.

At the same time, everyone seemed to hear the roar of a giant elephant.

Rumble, rumble!

The sounds of trampling echoed one after another.

The two forces actually reached a delicate stalemate in mid-air.

Yang Han was dumbfounded upon seeing this.

This move of his was a guaranteed win even against Foundation Establishment Cultivators.

Yet, he hadn't expected to be stubbornly held back while fighting the Young Lord, a Qi Refinement Stage Cultivator.

However, Chen Xian wasn't feeling that great either.

With bloodshot eyes, he forcefully withstood the crushing weight of Yang Han's Protective Aura.

In the following rounds, although Yang Han didn't use his full strength, he didn't go easy on him either.

After ten rounds.

Chen Xian stood there, panting heavily.

Not far from him, Yang Han was completely dazed.

"Did I... lose?"

Even though it was a draw, Yang Han remembered that Chen Xian was only a Qi Refinement Stage Cultivator.

For him, a Golden Core Stage, to use his full strength was already a form of cheating.

Especially since the two had fought quite evenly over the ten rounds.

Chen Xian had not been at a disadvantage!

"Young Lord, you've truly given us a big surprise!"

"I can't say for anything else, but Young Lord, at the Qi Refinement Stage, you are absolutely invincible."

After Zhao Hu and Night Fiend spoke to Chen Xian with smiles.

The two of them each placed a hand on Yang Han's shoulders.

"You two, what are you trying to do?"

Yang Han felt that their smiles were a bit creepy.

"We're naturally happy that the Young Lord won, but you, a Golden Core Cultivator, couldn't even beat someone at the Qi Refinement Stage. How will you protect the Young Lord in the future?"

"Take my elbow strike!"

The other nine Shadow Guards pinned Yang Han to the ground and gave him a sound thrashing.

Chen Xian only smiled at this.

"The baoyuan pill is still here. If any of you can make me unable to last ten rounds, this thing will still be yours!"

To the ten of them, these words were definitely a double reward, both spiritual and material.

Compared to giving it directly, Chen Xian's method at least provided them with more fun.

Noon!

Chen Xian waited for Zi Yun at the residence.

She took out a jade bottle and carefully handed it to Chen Xian.

"I applied to my Revered Master for this. There are six drops of yaochi holy water inside. Use them sparingly!"

Chen Xian's eyes lit up.

He thought he'd only be able to get one or two drops.

But he didn't expect there to be a full six drops.

However, there was no expression of joy on his Face; instead, he snatched it away.

He complained, "Your Yaochi Immortal Palace has a whole pool of it. You're so stingy, giving me only six drops!"

Zi Yun said huffily, "Big brother, do you think six drops is a small amount? Although yaochi holy water is endless, it evaporates automatically once it leaves the spring. The amount of holy water that can be taken out is very small. Even as a Personal Disciple, I only get ten drops a year. Some Yaochi Immortal Palace Disciples don't even get a single drop. You should be satisfied that an outsider like you got so much!"

Chen Xian said with a smile, "What do you mean 'outsider'? Don't we already know each other inside and out?"

For some reason.

Zi Yun actually heard those words.

Her pretty Face instantly turned red.

"Don't talk nonsense with me! Tomorrow is the day the Lake Bottom Secret Realm opens. Get ready, and don't mess up!"

"Don't worry!"

After Zi Yun left.

Chen Xian took the bottle of yaochi holy water and grabbed Zhou Duoer, heading straight into his room.

"Take off your clothes!"

Zhou Duoer looked at the massive bathtub in Chen Xian's room, the steaming hot water, and Chen Xian's cold expression. She shrunk back and pleaded, "Young Lord, I... I'm still young!"