105: Chapter 105 You're swindling and cheating!

"Junior Martial Uncle Ye Xuan, these are your spoils of war. Please, accept them." Lin Qingzhu took a step forward and handed the map of the undying medicine treasure to Ye Xuan.

She didn't even glance at Third Saint Son Zhao Long, returning both items from the bet to Ye Xuan.

Seeing this, Third Saint Son Zhao Long was so anxious he was practically climbing the walls: "Junior Sister Qingzhu, how could you give the items to him? This Pretty Boy swapped the profound artifact for the bet and won. How can this possibly count?"

"Senior Brother, let's ignore him. This person is truly shameless." Even Little Moon couldn't stand it anymore, her voice laced with faint anger.

"Mhm, naturally."

Ye Xuan certainly wasn't going to be polite, and he immediately collected the spoils into his spirit ring.

Third Saint Son Zhao Long was instantly filled with rage: "You!"

"Third Saint Son Zhao Long, don't forget, you were the one who proposed the bet. Why is it that now that you've lost, you want to back out?" Lin Qingzhu looked at Third Saint Son Zhao Long without a shred of mercy, her beautiful eyes filled with undisguised contempt.

She hadn't expected there to be such a person—someone who would refuse to admit defeat after losing a bet.

Third Saint Son Zhao Long began to suspect that his map of the undying medicine treasure had been leaked in advance, and that this Pretty Boy, Ye Xuan, had deliberately brought out a Saint Realm level profound skill to lure him into a trap.

"Third Saint Son Zhao Long, if not for the fact that you are a disciple of Old Monster Wang, I would have blasted you away today!"

Sword God Li Chungang, who had remained silent for a long time, cast a cold glance at Third Saint Son Zhao Long. The killing intent in his eyes was undisguised. With a gentle raise of his hand, a powerful aura instantly pressed down upon Third Saint Son Zhao Long, forcing him to drop to his knees.

"You—you are unworthy of being an Elder of the Holy Land! Upon encountering such injustice, you don't seek justice for your disciple, but instead, you shelter the villain who committed such an underhanded act!"

Third Saint Son Zhao Long was trembling with rage. He forced his head up, adopting an air of righteous indignation: "You all just wait! I will definitely make my master deal with you!" As he spoke, he crushed the guardian token at his waist.

"This kid really won't amount to much. He summons Old Monster Wang over the slightest trifle. With a disposition like that, let alone reaching the Great Emperor level, he will likely never even enter the Saint Realm in his entire life."

Sword God Li Chungang shook his head. Although Third Saint Son Zhao Long had decent talent, this disposition destined him not to go very far.

A powerful aura instantly enveloped the entire area for dozens of miles around the Cangbing Pavilion.

"Little Dragon, why have you crushed your protective jade talisman within the Holy Land?"

The hazy figure carried the aura of an imperial throne. A slightly dangerous gaze swept across the surroundings before landing with confusion upon Third Saint Son Zhao Long.

"Master, someone is trying to swindle your disciple out of his treasures!"

Seeing his savior had arrived, Third Saint Son Zhao Long no longer held back, hurriedly pointing his finger at Ye Xuan and the others: "It's this Sword God Li Chungang and that Pretty Boy!"

"Oh? Sword God Li, although you and I have always been at odds, surely you wouldn't be so shameless as to do this?"

Upon hearing this, the phantom in the sky frowned. Ignoring Ye Xuan and the other juniors, he cast a menacing gaze upon Sword God Li Chungang.

"Hmph… Old Monster Wang, you've truly lived all these years in vain!"

Sword God Li Chungang wasn't afraid of Wang Xianzhi in the slightest. He sneered, "With my status, why would I ever swindle a mere junior? Old Monster Wang, you certainly know how to train your disciples—teaching them a whole repertoire of swindling skills. It truly opens my eyes."

"Is this old man Third Saint Son Zhao Long's master? I think I've seen him before." Ye Xuan paused, recognizing the identity of the phantom, and began to despise the old fellow in his heart.

[Name: Wang Xianzhi (Clone)] [Realm: King Profound Realm, 7th Layer] [Physique: Tyrant Spirit Physique (Purple) (Semi-crippled)] [Luck: Late Bloomer (Purple), Lustful (White), Inescapable Death (Black), Fate of Longevity (Purple)] [Destiny: "My Disciple Has the Bearing of a Great Emperor" (Supporting Character), "life modification without regret" (Supporting Character)] [Favorability: 40]

[Life Destiny: Born into the Zhao Family of the Great Zhou Dynasty. With astonishing talent, he rose step by step to become the head of the Zhao Family, despite having a different surname.]

[At twenty, he broke through to the True Profound Realm; at seventy, to the Spirit Profound Realm; and at one hundred and fifty, to the Earth Profound Realm.]

[At two hundred and fifty, he broke through to the Heaven Profound Realm; and at nine hundred and fifty, to the King Profound Realm.]

[At one thousand eight hundred, he broke through to the King Profound Realm. At one thousand eight hundred and five, his Tyrant Spirit Physique awakened, greatly increasing his cultivation talent. At one thousand nine hundred and fifty, he broke through to the Huangxuan Realm. In just ten years, he cultivated to the 9th Layer of the Huangxuan Realm, only one step away from breaking through to the Saint Realm.]

[Yesterday, Wang Xianzhi exchanged a token for the eighth floor of the Cangbing Pavilion from the Holy Land's upper echelons and gave it to his beloved disciple, Third Saint Son Zhao Long. Upon learning that the selected imperial-rank profound artifact, the Lieyang Sword, had been scrapped, Wang Xianzhi, in a fit of rage, attacked Ye Xuan to avenge his disciple. However, this origin phantom was destroyed by Ye Xuan's master, Master Shen Xi, causing his main body to suffer further injuries and his cultivation to regress to the 6th Layer of the Huangxuan Realm.]

[Eight months later, Wang Xianzhi found a map of the Cangqiong Secret Realm that the Zhao Family ancestor had left behind. He traveled to the Cangqiong Secret Realm, where he obtained the Evil God light profound power seed deep within. He then hid within the Zhao Family to cultivate in seclusion. Thirty years later, the continent gained another powerful Saint Realm expert.]

"As expected, this old fellow only sent a clone. Still, it's quite impressive that it possesses King Profound Realm cultivation."

Ye Xuan was slightly surprised by Wang Xianzhi's strength, though it was certainly not as formidable as his own master, Master Shen Xi.

"The Cangqiong Secret Realm? To think it hides a light profound power seed… Hehe, that is a part of the origin of Yun Zhe's Evil God Physique. I wonder, if I take it away, will that kid still be able to obtain a new source of Light Profound Power?"

A big leek has arrived. At this thought, Ye Xuan's gaze toward Wang Xianzhi became significantly more intense.

Ye Xuan had been having a headache earlier; if he wanted to cultivate the same Evil God Physique as Yun Zhe, he would need a Mystic Power element seed. Otherwise, relying solely on heaven-sent treasures, he didn't know how long that would take.

"Little brat, haven't we met before? So, you're the one who bullied my good disciple?" Wang Xianzhi felt Ye Xuan looked somewhat familiar but didn't dwell on it. At the thought of his disciple, Third Saint Son Zhao Long, being bullied by this kid, his gaze turned several degrees colder.

"As a disciple of the Holy Land, you fail to unite with your peers and instead swindle them out of their treasures. What crime do you have to answer for?"

"Hehe, Old Monster Wang, you are still as incapable of distinguishing right from wrong as ever. What's the matter? Are you certain you want to pit this clone of yours against me?"

As expected, Sword God Li Chungang stepped forward. His tall, slender frame, matched with his sloppy attire, appeared exceptionally incongruous, but the powerful aura he exuded was far superior to that of Wang Xianzhi.

"Third Saint Son Zhao Long, tell me, what exactly happened?" Seeing Sword God Li Chungang standing in front of Ye Xuan, a trace of anger flickered in Wang Xianzhi's eyes, but he dared not erupt on the spot; after all, his main body had not arrived. "Master will certainly secure justice for you in this matter."

"Master, you must uphold justice for your disciple! That Pretty Boy deliberately lured me into a bet. Who would have thought he would secretly swap out a high-grade profound artifact, resulting in my Lieyang Sword being hacked to pieces…"

After a while, having heard Third Saint Son Zhao Long's explanation, Wang Xianzhi learned that the imperial-rank profound artifact, the Lieyang Sword, which had been obtained from the eighth floor, had been destroyed by the schemes of this little beast before him. His aura began to fluctuate violently in his rage.

"Good, very good! Who on earth gave you the courage to set a trap and frame my disciple?"