909: How could one lose if they haven't even fought?

The Marquis of Eight Desolations said meaningfully, "I told you before that whatever you want to do, just go ahead and do it. If anything goes wrong, I can take the responsibility for you. If I can't handle it, the person in the Imperial Palace can back you up. So, there's no need for you to be overly cautious."

When Xie Weilou heard this, he instantly reacted, "The person in the Imperial Palace can back me up?"

"It is normal for a massive Imperial Dynasty to have various factions and internal struggles, but if major external forces interfere, that is unacceptable."

The Marquis of Eight Desolations smiled indifferently.

Xie Weilou showed a look of sudden realization, "I understand!"

Thinking about it, he realized it was true. The Eastern Wasteland Dynasty, as one of the major powers in the Eastern Wasteland, naturally did not want to be infiltrated by the Heavenly Hall.

It seemed he had been too cautious when he went to Upper City before.

Since he understood the meaning of the Marquis of Eight Desolations, he naturally wouldn't be timid about what he needed to do next.

Having the backing of the Imperial Family meant that those unfathomable old fogeys wouldn't step out to stop him. If so, what did he have to fear?

The Marquis of Eight Desolations asked with a smile, "Did you see Ye Tianjiao during your trip to Zhongzhou Academy?"

"Cough, cough!"

Xie Weilou lightly coughed, finished his tea in one gulp, and stood up, "I still have some matters to attend to. I'll take my leave first!"

After speaking, he walked straight out of the courtyard.

"..."

The Marquis of Eight Desolations laughed dumbfounded. Was he really so resistant to a marriage arrangement?

He should at least understand that marrying into the Eastern Wasteland Imperial Family would definitely not be a loss.

On the street.

Xie Weilou walked forward with his head lowered, his hands tucked inside his sleeves.

As he walked, he stopped and looked up, only to see an old Daoist walking toward him with a look of dejection.

"Oh! Isn't this the Daoist Priest?"

A smile appeared on Xie Weilou's face when he saw the old Daoist.

This old Daoist was Wang the Celestial Being, who had chased after Liu Xiahui earlier. He didn't know what the result was.

However, judging by the old Daoist's current expression, the result was clearly not good.

"Hmph!"

Wang the Celestial Being looked at Xie Weilou and let out a cold snort.

Xie Weilou asked with a smile, "Daoist Priest, did you fight Miss Liu? What was the result?"

Wang the Celestial Being was silent for a second, "I lost! But we didn't fight."

Xie Weilou was surprised, "How can you lose without fighting?"

Wang the Celestial Being said coldly, "This old Daoist couldn't even keep up with her shadow, so naturally, I lost."

Earlier, he had devoted all his strength to pursuing Liu Xiahui, wanting to fight her, but as he chased, he couldn't even see her shadow anymore. This already explained many issues.

In terms of speed, he was inferior to Liu Xiahui, and in terms of Cultivation and combat power, he was certainly inferior to her as well. There was no need to fight; he had already lost.

When Xie Weilou heard this, he asked curiously, "Daoist Priest, do you know what Realm Miss Liu is in?"

"What Realm? Definitely higher than mine. At the very least, she is a Saint."

When Wang the Celestial Being spoke of this, a trace of bitterness appeared in his eyes.

Wang the Celestial Being had Cultivated for twelve thousand years. His Realm had long since reached the Half-Saint level, and he had even touched the threshold of a Saint, needing only one final step to fully enter it.

In this Realm, he had accumulated profound reserves over long years, possessing immense foundation and unparalleled combat power. Even if a Saint made a move, he could fight back in a Heaven-Defying manner, which was why he was qualified to be called the ninth of the eastern wasteland.

Figures such as the Confucian Sage and the Li Fusheng, even if they were in the same Realm, were utterly insignificant before him and could be suppressed with a raised hand.

However, only after chasing Liu Xiahui this time did he realize that his title as the ninth of the eastern wasteland was completely worthless. He couldn't even keep up with her shadow; he was utterly defeated.

"A Saint? Is she that terrifying?"

Xie Weilou looked at Wang the Celestial Being in surprise.

Wang the Celestial Being sighed, "She is not a person of the Eastern Wasteland; she is a Central Region mighty figure. Heaven and Earth are vast, filled with hidden Dragons and crouching tigers. This old Daoist was ultimately shortsighted."

He looked back at Xie Weilou, "For a young man like you to know such a figure is the good fortune of several lifetimes of Cultivation. If you have such a mighty figure as a backer, you can completely walk sideways in the Eastern Wasteland, as long as you don't enter the forbidden zones."

It was truly remarkable that a small piece of trash actually knew a Heaven-Defying figure like Liu Xiahui.

He was also very curious how Xie Weilou managed to know such a person.

Xie Weilou sighed, "Where does This Xie have any backer? I just happened to have met Miss Liu once. Oh, right, This Xie also knows someone named Spring Autumn Cicada. Daoist Priest, have you heard the name Spring Autumn Cicada?"

"Spring Autumn Cicada?"

Wang the Celestial Being's pupils contracted. He stared intently at Xie Weilou, "Holy crap, you know Spring Autumn Cicada too?"

Xie Weilou looked at Wang the Celestial Being, "Is there a problem?"

Wang the Celestial Being said with a cold face, "How could this old Daoist not know Spring Autumn Cicada, who commits murder, arson, and every evil imaginable? Eight thousand years ago, he suddenly appeared in the Eastern Wasteland, pretending to be a pig to eat the tiger, deliberately showing a Cultivation in the Venerable Realm, and challenging various Daoist traditions. Countless old fellows suffered great losses at his hands."

He said with deep eyes, "At that time, he even came to my Heaven Mending Sect and snatched a supreme treasure. This old Daoist originally thought he was just trash in the Venerable Realm and not worth fearing, so I casually moved to suppress him, but I ended up suffering a great loss at his hands."

In his entire life, he rarely met an opponent, but he had encountered two: Spring Autumn Cicada and Liu Xiahui.

Both of them were unfathomable existences, and their origins were not simple; they both came from the Central Region!

"Spring Autumn Cicada is that awesome?"

Xie Weilou asked, feigning shock.

"More than just awesome! He should be an existence on the same level as the ninth under heaven."

Wang the Celestial Being smiled coldly. He looked at Xie Weilou again, "It's quite something that you know Spring Autumn Cicada's name, but if you claim to personally know Spring Autumn Cicada, this old Daoist certainly won't believe it."

Spring Autumn Cicada disappeared thousands of years ago. Some suspect he has already returned to the Central Region.

It was quite impressive that this young man knew the ninth under heaven, but as for knowing Spring Autumn Cicada, he didn't believe it.

Xie Weilou said with a serious expression, "Actually, I studied under Spring Autumn Cicada for a period of time. He is one of my teachers."

"You're young, kid, but you're a fierce braggart. Why don't you just say you know an unparalleled Great Emperor?"

Wang the Celestial Being sneered.

"..."

Xie Weilou shrugged. No one believed him when he told the truth.

However, it was good to learn a few things about Fourth Mr. from the old Daoist.

"This old Daoist is in a bad mood and can't be bothered with your nonsense."

Wang the Celestial Being's face became incredibly despondent again. He glanced ahead and happened to see a familiar Brothel, the Brothel!

He quickened his pace and walked toward the Brothel.

His Lifespan was running out. He should enjoy himself thoroughly while he could. After he finished enjoying himself, it would be time to enter the Immortal Tomb and face death.

Entering the Immortal Tomb was a gamble for a sliver of hope, but he understood that once he entered that place, the outcome would essentially be certain death.

Xie Weilou looked at Wang the Celestial Being's retreating figure and said, "Daoist Priest, you don't want that copper piece anymore? That's a supreme treasure from the Immortal Tomb."

Wang the Celestial Being said carelessly, "It's yours! However, that thing wasn't actually obtained by this old man from the Immortal Tomb. If you don't want to be stained by great Karma, it's best to throw it away sooner..."

After speaking, he entered the Brothel, a wide smile appearing on his face. With a wave of his large hand, several gold ingots flew out, "Bring me ten girls! This old Daoist wants to achieve the unity of heaven and man."

"Disrespectful to his age!"

Xie Weilou's mouth twitched, and he turned to leave.