331: Bull Warrior

"Why do you two have to squeeze into one room with me, you bastards!"

Xuanyuan Qingyao returned to the attic shortly after his match. The attic, which was originally quite spacious, felt a bit crowded after both he and Bai Ling entered.

"Once this competition is over, we're definitely going to the Eastern Extreme Secret Realm together."

"Instead of waiting until we're in the Secret Realm to start coordinating, isn't it better to spend time together beforehand to understand each other, right?"

Xuanyuan Qingyao gave his reason.

Bai Ling, on the other hand, gave his explanation with a face full of helplessness.

"Nickname sold photos and recordings of me being hung up to my fellow Disciples."

"At least until the storm blows over, I don't want to go looking for trouble. It's better to hide from them for now."

Seeing that both had their reasons, Zhou Yan could only reluctantly accept it.

After all, in the Demon Venerable's memories, there were many places where cooperation was required, and some companions were indeed helpful.

"Xu Arena, Third Round."

"Long Tianxing of Qingxu Grotto-Heaven versus Shen Tong of the Shenji Sect."

Hearing the familiar name, Zhou Yan immediately connected his Divine Sense into that Small World.

He soon saw Long Tianxing's conspicuous figure in the middle of a desert.

"Long Tianxing, I really didn't expect to meet you here."

Shen Tong gritted his teeth, clearly having a grudge against him.

However, with Long Tianxing's Luck, people who had grudges against him were a dime a dozen. Even though Shen Tong was a Nascent Soul Cultivator, Long Tianxing had no recollection of him.

"Oh? Since you know who I am, why haven't you surrendered yet?"

Long Tianxing was actually feeling uncertain. He only had a Core Formation cultivation, and according to his past Luck, he shouldn't have encountered a Nascent Soul opponent so early.

But in order not to lose his Aura, he forced himself to maintain a posture.

Anyone familiar with him knew that Brother Long was starting to be stubborn again.

However, over the past year, Long Tianxing had also changed quite a bit. Because he had been with the sect for two years, his personality had gradually been figured out by his fellow Disciples; instead of being a burden, he had shed some of his baggage and felt a bit more relaxed. It was just that the inferiority complex and stubbornness in his heart hadn't changed yet.

Now everyone knew he wasn't some cold and aloof male god, but rather a socially awkward and repressed young man.

But even so, his extremely high looks and talent turned this personality into a charm point. Sometimes being handsome is just unreasonable; even this could be accepted.

This made his female fans and some male fans as loyal as ever, but it also made other male Disciples dislike him even more.

At this moment, the Qingxu Grotto-Heaven Disciples watching the match thought to themselves that Shen Tong was probably one of those poor guys whose sweetheart had been infatuated by Long Tianxing's face.

But Shen Tong's next words hit their perceptions hard.

"You bastard, why did you reject Xiao Hong back then!"

Long Tianxing, who was originally prepared to fight to the death and lose with dignity, was stunned by this sudden sentence.

He stopped his movements, his face full of confusion.

"Who is Xiao Hong? What does my rejecting her have to do with you?"

Upon hearing this, Shen Tong's tears gushed out on the spot, and his face turned bright red, like a weeping chili pepper.

"You scoundrel! Xiao Hong liked you so much that she traveled thousands of miles to the Northern Realm just to confess to you. Not only did you reject her, you actually forgot her! Do you even deserve her!"

"Wait, wait." Long Tianxing pressed his forehead, his brows furrowed deeply,

"Is there any Karma between her coming from so far to confess and me rejecting her?

And from what you're saying, you should like her, right? Then shouldn't you be happy that I rejected her?"

Shen Tong wiped away his tears and shouted angrily.

"What do you know! My love for Xiao Hong transcends everything!"

"Just like when she said she wanted to come find you to confess, I was willing to pilot a flying boat to personally send her to see you."

"But you betrayed her feelings! Because of your rejection, she won't even touch her favorite pre-prepared meals, which I specially imported from the Eastern Region!"

"She used to eat them so happily, but now she won't take a single bite. It's all your fault!"

At the mention of pre-prepared meals, Long Tianxing finally remembered who it was.

Just a while ago while preparing for the competition, a female cultivator had indeed come because of his reputation to confess and presented a top-tier customized pre-prepared meal as a meeting gift.

However, he had seen many such scenes; women would only affect the speed at which he drew his sword, so he rejected her on the grounds of being allergic to women.

That was the 78th person he had rejected during that period.

He really hadn't expected to be targeted by an ultimate simp because of such a thing.

But it didn't matter. For someone blessed with Luck, such experiences were just daily occurrences. Groundless hatred was nothing more than a bit of wind and frost.

Listening to the other party's angry curses, Long Tianxing instead slowly closed his eyes, a look of arrogance on his face.

Seeing this look of complete disregard, Shen Tong became even more infuriated.

"It's that damn expression! Just because you're a bit handsome, why does Xiao Hong like you!"

"I'm going to show you how powerful I am today, and then beat you until you accept Xiao Hong's confession and make her smile again!"

In the spectator seats, Zhou Yan was dumbfounded.

"I couldn't even make up such a reason to pick a fight. Is this the treatment of a Child of Destiny?"

"Brainless villains really do come one after another."

"How come I never run into this kind of villain?"

Unlike Zhou Yan's teasing, Bai Ling and Xuanyuan Qingyao were watching very seriously.

They understood the weight of a Child of Destiny better than Zhou Yan. Although Long Tianxing was only at Core Formation, it wasn't impossible for him to achieve a good ranking.

He would likely join the team heading to the Eastern Extreme Secret Realm as well. If he could come along, the exploration process would be much easier.

So they wanted to see just how much ability this Child of Destiny had and whether he could break into the top twenty with a Core Formation cultivation.

Although one could go to the Secret Realm without being in the top twenty, if he couldn't even make it that far, then he would probably just be an ordinary person taking a participation prize in the Eastern Extreme Secret Realm, and his cooperation value wouldn't be much.

"I will use my strength to crush your pride and force you to be with Xiao Hong!"

"Hmph, then come and prove it to me!"

Long Tianxing struck a pose, acting tough on the outside while already thinking about how to lose gracefully on the inside.

Maybe that move from the Butian Pavilion Saint earlier would work; using Formations or Talismans to block would look better. But I don't know Formations... and I hid all my Spirit Stones to keep them from that old thing, so I can't take them out to buy Talismans in time. Mostly, I didn't expect to meet a Nascent Soul so soon. What to do, what to do? Should I try using sword techniques? No, no, when I sparred before, my sword techniques could only take two hits from a Nascent Soul's Physical Body at most. If he's a close-combat Body Cultivator, I'll lose in one move. Wouldn't that be embarrassing? Besides, Zhou Yan hasn't even taken the stage yet. If I lose like this, he'll definitely laugh at me!

While Long Tianxing was brainstorming, Shen Tong had already revealed his means.

He confidently pulled out a spiked hammer from his Storage Pouch.

"This is a Magic Treasure gifted by my father, named the Shocking Thunder Hammer."

"Forged from profound iron mixed with star sand, the face is embedded with nine meteoric iron nails, and the handle is wrapped in deep-sea flood dragon tendon."

"The hammer head is one foot two inches in diameter, the body is three feet long, weighing one hundred and twenty catties, the handle is six feet long and three inches thick."

As he was confidently introducing it, the previously nervous Long Tianxing relaxed, even showing a hint of ease.

After all that, it turns out he's an Equipment Cultivator.

The corners of Long Tianxing's mouth curled into a wicked arc, his eyes full of confidence and indifference, along with a bit of pity.

Just as Shen Tong frowned and prepared to finish this Core Formation kid with one hammer blow, he suddenly felt his hand lighten.

Following that, he discovered his Magic Treasure was already in the opponent's hand and could not be recalled.

"What did you do!"

Long Tianxing casually swung the hammer and said faintly,

"Your level is too low; you will never understand my current state."

Shen Tong became even angrier.

"Playing tricks! Do you think I only have one Magic Treasure!"

"This item is called the Purple Gold Bracelet—Dammit!"

"This item is called the Thunderous Orb—Dammit!"

"This item is called... Dammit!"

Long Tianxing directly transformed into a 'NTR' warrior, taking the opponent's Magic Treasures one after another right in front of him and using them roughly.

And Shen Tong, as if he had lost his mind, kept pulling out Magic Treasures from his Storage Pouch.

What Long Tianxing was using was the secret technique of his sect, the Star-Plucking Hand.

Reasonably, the Star-Plucking Hand was a useless ability before being infused with Law, with an extremely low theft success rate and difficult to use in actual combat.

But through long-term practice and his Heaven-Defying Luck, this move could now be used as a regular means. As long as the connection between the opponent and the Magic Treasure wasn't deep enough, he could briefly seize control.

Equipment Cultivators were known for having many but unrefined Magic Treasures, possessing a large number of them but struggling to refine them all, which happened to be his Breakthrough point.

Before long, over a dozen Magic Treasures were floating around Long Tianxing, mostly at the Core Formation level, with a few at the Nascent Soul level.

The situation had completely reversed.

Long Tianxing, holding multiple Nascent Soul Magic Treasures, was enough to beat down a 'blank' Nascent Soul even if it wasn't a total crush.

Unfortunately, Shen Tong seemed to have no more will to continue the fight.

He slumped on the ground, his face covered in tears.

"Aaaaaah—!"

"Are you kidding me! Are you kidding me!"

"Bastard! Bastard!"

"Aaaaaah—!"

"It's bad enough you stole the woman I love, but you even stole my Magic Treasures!"

"I take one out and you steal one. I have nothing left... this is truly the most 'NTR' episode ever, you might as well take me too!"

"Shen Tong has lost his ability to fight. The winner is Long Tianxing of Qingxu Grotto-Heaven."

The referee finally couldn't stand to watch anymore—it was simply too cruel—so he stepped onto the stage to drag away the weeping 'victim' and announced the result.

Now, not just Zhou Yan, but even Bai Ling was stunned.

"What the hell? This is a Child of Destiny?"

"Seeing he can't win, the world sends him such an opponent, who gives away a bunch of Magic Treasures and then leaves?"

Bai Ling could already imagine the follow-up; Long Tianxing certainly wouldn't return those Magic Treasures easily, at least not before the competition ended.

This meant he would continue the competition with several Nascent Soul Magic Treasures and a bunch of Core Formation Magic Treasures.

It was clear that Shen Tong's family background was substantial, as none of these Magic Treasures were of poor quality and their effects should be strong. As long as Long Tianxing had enough Qi, he already possessed the power to fight a normal Nascent Soul.

"Truly... astonishing."

In the end, Bai Ling didn't know how to evaluate it and could only utter that one sentence.

Of course, if he knew that most of the consumption caused by the stolen Magic Treasures was still borne by the original owner, he would probably be even more shocked.