111: Chapter 111: Who can resist a round-faced girl's coquettish charm?

After saying those words, the Old Man in Gray snorted coldly and vanished, his figure transforming into a streak of sword light.

Amidst the clouds above the Great Wall of Sword Qi, besides the Old Man in Gray, there was also an old woman with a bright red longsword hanging from her waist!

Seeing the Old Man in Gray arrive with a sour expression, the old woman laughed in exasperation and asked:

“In the Great Wall of Sword Qi, besides the Grand Sword Immortal and A Liang, who else can make you make a face like that?”

The Old Man in Gray looked pained as he said, “A young man in green robes named Yang Simu has appeared from out of nowhere in the Eastern Baoping Continent.”

“Three days ago, as soon as Yang Simu arrived at the Great Wall of Sword Qi, he made an appointment with Cao Ci to have a Fist-Questioning match today.”

Hearing this, a glint of interest appeared in the old woman's eyes.

“Oh, is that the Disciple of the Female Martial God from the Daduan Dynasty? The Cao Ci who built a small thatched hut right next to the Grand Sword Immortal's?”

The Old Man in Gray nodded and then briefly recounted the details of the Fist-Questioning match between Yang Simu and Cao Ci.

The Old Man in Gray spoke with particular indignation about how Yang Simu had Chu Ce set up a gambling pool and swindled many Sword Cultivators out of their Immortal Money.

Of course, he did not mention the fact that he himself had bet a Grain Rain Coin, certain that Yang Simu would defeat Cao Ci within thirty punches.

After listening, the old woman also looked somewhat surprised and said:

“Based on what you're saying, this Yang Simu is indeed extraordinary!”

“By the way, I saw in a battle report yesterday that a young man also named Yang Simu led people to charge into the army of the Wilderness Demon Clan.”

“They not only killed several demons of the Golden Core Stage but even managed to kill a Sword Cultivator of the Nascent Soul Stage from the Yao Race!”

“The report also mentioned that Yang Simu used a method similar to a Sword-Locking Talisman to trap that Nascent Soul demon Sword Cultivator's natal sword!”

“Could they be the same person?”

The Old Man in Gray nodded and said, “Indeed.”

“His appearance is certainly strange, but Ning Yao met him before in the Baoping Continent, so it shouldn't be a scheme of the Wilderness World.”

“The Grand Sword Immortal's meaning is for us to observe him further.”

The old woman nodded slightly.

...

Atop the wall of the Great Wall of Sword Qi, Yang Simu looked up at the sky; the Old Man in Gray had already disappeared without a trace.

Yang Simu breathed a small sigh of relief and turned to see Dong Bude with a smile all over her face.

He immediately felt a surge of annoyance.

Yang Simu said irritably, “Miss Dong, you're smiling so happily. Did you secretly send a message to that old sword immortal just now?”

“If that's the case, we can't be friends anymore!”

“If you want to trade for dragon-slaying stone, you'll have to pay the normal price!”

Hearing this, Dong Bude's eyes widened slightly.

The girl instantly wiped the smile off her face and said with righteous indignation, “It definitely wasn't me who tipped him off!”

Because she had a round face, she looked extremely comical and amusing.

Seeing Dong Bude like this, Yang Simu's defenses instantly crumbled.

After all, who can resist a round-faced girl acting spoiled?

“Alright, alright, I was just joking with you,” he said helplessly.

Only then did a smile reappear on Dong Bude's face.

Then, Yang Simu looked at Die Zhang and asked with a smile, “The courtyard I asked you to find, Miss Die Zhang, have you found one?”

Die Zhang said somewhat sheepishly, “I found two houses, but they're a bit remote.”

“It's fine, as long as they're close to Miss Die Zhang's grocery store!” Yang Simu joked.

The one-armed woman immediately turned her head away slightly.

Soon, everyone began to walk down from the wall one after another.

After the major battle earlier, the Qi within Yang Simu's body was also extremely unstable.

Furthermore, Yang Simu had gained many insights from his Fist-Questioning match with Cao Ci, and he needed to return as soon as possible to consolidate them.

So, after descending from the wall, Die Zhang led Yang Simu and the others to see the two houses.

Yan Zhuo, Dong Huafu, and Chen Sanqiu were going to the pavilion at the Ning Residence to continue practicing their sword skills.

For some unknown reason, Dong Bude insisted on following Yang Simu's group.

The group passed a street with many restaurants and wine shops on both sides.

The big battle had just ended yesterday, and the Sword Cultivators had earned a lot of battle merits, so these restaurants and wine shops were still packed with people.

But today, the sides were deserted, and there were few people on the street.

The reason was simple: in the eyes of many Sword Cultivators, the Fist-Questioning match between Cao Ci and Yang Simu had seemed like a guaranteed win.

After all, it wasn't as if no one had challenged Cao Ci to a Fist-Questioning match over the past few months, but all of them had lost!

Therefore, almost all the Sword Cultivators had bet on Cao Ci to win.

But no one expected that Yang Simu would actually endure a full hundred punches!

Dong Bude looked at the shops on both sides and said with some emotion:

“The Immortal Money of those Sword Cultivators has probably been completely drained by you this time!”

“I'm afraid many drunks will have to borrow money to buy wine again this month!”

Yang Simu smiled faintly and said, “Drinking too much is bad for the body; it's better to drink less!”

Dong Bude looked at the sword-nurturing gourd at Yang Simu's waist and curled her lip.

About ten minutes later, Die Zhang stopped in front of a house.

Yang Simu and the others also stopped.

“This is the one,” Die Zhang said softly.

Yang Simu took a brief look around; it was indeed quite remote, but it was also quiet enough.

He nodded slightly and said, “Not bad.”

Hearing this, Die Zhang breathed a sigh of relief and raised her hand to knock lightly on the courtyard gate.

A moment later, an old man's voice came from inside.

“Coming!”

Yang Simu thought for a moment, feeling the voice was a bit familiar, as if he had heard it somewhere before.

The sound of footsteps approached, and the gate was opened.

When he saw the white-haired old man who opened the door, Yang Simu couldn't help but be slightly stunned.

Because he still remembered that it was this very old sword immortal of the Golden Core Stage who had attacked Little White indiscriminately when they had first arrived at the Great Wall of Sword Qi!

The name of this Golden Core Stage old Sword Cultivator seemed to be Senior Li Hong!

When he saw Die Zhang, Senior Li Hong still had a smile on his face.

But when he saw Yang Simu and the others, his expression instantly changed.

“Miss Die Zhang, you said the outlander who wanted to buy the house was him?!” Senior Li Hong asked, his breathing becoming heavy.

Die Zhang was unaware of the previous friction between the two parties, so she said somewhat confusedly:

“It is indeed Yang Simu who wants to buy the house.”

“Senior Li Hong, weren't you in a hurry to sell the courtyard a couple of days ago?”

“Yang Simu can accept the price of five Grain Rain Coins you proposed; he's here today to take a look at the courtyard.”

Senior Li Hong's expression changed again, and he quickly shook his head, saying, “I'm not selling this courtyard anymore. Go find someone else!”

Yang Simu frowned slightly. “Senior, if you feel the price is inappropriate, we can discuss it further.”

At that moment, a young girl's weak and listless voice drifted out from inside the gate.

“Father, is it Sister Die Zhang?”

Hearing this voice, Senior Li Hong immediately turned back, his tone filled with both complaint and heartache as he said:

“A-Yao, didn't you promise father you would stay in bed and rest?”

A look of worry also appeared on Die Zhang's face, and she hurried inside.

After a moment of hesitation, Yang Simu also walked into the courtyard.

Beneath a solitary peach tree stood a young girl in a plain dress.

However, her face had a sickly paleness to it.

“A-Yao, what's wrong?” Die Zhang asked anxiously.

“Two chapters for today, I'll try to make it up tomorrow.”