Becoming evil makes you ten times stronger, but becoming a demon gives you hundredfold strength-Chapter 348 - 302 A Meal and an Assassination Sword_2

Panda Chen Huahua, although for some reason did not discern Meng Yu’s true level of cultivation, sensed something astonishing about him.

A sword called Meng Yu, at the Old Immortal Gate, had successively challenged Golden Core experts, and even battled the Cultivator Legion to a standstill. Its trials had honed its edge to peerlessness, but then it was deeply buried and hidden, shedding all impetuousness, and appeared nonchalantly before the Nascent Souls.

Now, Meng Yu’s confidence, spirit, and vitality had completely reached their peak and were flawlessly perfect!

Even the panda Huahua felt awed by this profound and mysterious aura.

A man, with a sword, crossing hundreds of light-years, came to Ceres to test his sword against the whole world!

Hence, today he was accompanied by Yu Xuetong, who, of course, was also quite annoyed, not understanding what Ouyang Zhenxue saw in Meng Yu.

"Okay, starting from now, uncle, you need to be fully concentrated and on guard. I specialize in assassination technique swordsmanship, and no matter the outcome, secrecy about the win or loss, can you do that?"

"Assassination swordsmanship? Okay, from now on, you can do as you please."

Yu Xuetong smiled slightly, giving Ouyang Zhenxue a provocative look.

The goddess of his heart could actually take a fancy to this green youth?

Xiao Jun’s suggestion was really interesting. Simply put, it was a literary competition, not a martial one. From now on, Foundation Establishment Xiao Jun at the dinner table would attempt sneak attacks on Golden Core Yu Xuetong, who could only defend.

But that’s nothing, Golden Core experts, especially martial arts experts, pride themselves on maintaining a spirit that’s flawless and invulnerable to any sneaky tricks or treachery.

They continued discussing various matters about Ceres, and the meal was soon over.

Meng Yu narrated a fabricated story of why Xiao Jun came to Ceres, how his master suddenly ran off, claiming to elope with a man (to Supreme Star to earn Spirit Stones), and then how the young swordsman, on a whim, wanted to come and see Ceres, especially the Blood God Sect’s millennium celebration.

The four of them talked while eating. Li Juncai, mindful of Mi Youjia’s kindness, was very pleasant, especially towards Meng Yu, who was polite and seemingly compliant, which made Li Juncai even happier.

He’d seen too many arrogant geniuses who refused to listen to advice, the kind that could infuriate people to the point of stomach pains.

"Are you participating in the celebration to achieve a good ranking?"

"Yes, I’ve been sword training for many years, and I want to test my combat abilities. Plus, registering for the competition and making it to the semi-finals provides a layer of identity protection. But now that I’ve met Sister Ouyang, a lot of that seems unnecessary."

In a few months, the Blood God Sect will celebrate its thirty-thousandth anniversary. Leading up to it, there will be a major competition, drawing countless competitors. Achieving a high ranking equates to overnight fame—a temptation no young person could resist. Could Xiao Jun truly remain indifferent to it?

Li Juncai cast a somewhat surprised glance at Xiao Jun, but then he was completely reassured. This attitude was much better compared to Meng Yu’s overt eagerness and ambition to be first (The Immortal Sect’s external and internal propaganda would never mention Meng Yu’s stability and cautiousness; such passive messaging was unacceptable. They portrayed Meng Yu as someone who never retreats and dares to take on heavy responsibilities).

"Actually, Xiao Jun, if you’re strong enough, there’s no need to participate in the competition. The contest involves many powers, including various bets, and every year countless people disappear without a trace. When you tread the Jianghu, it’s best to prioritize stability. You can win, but try not to draw too much attention..."

Because it was a friendly discussion, Li Juncai politely gave his advice, though he knew it was likely in vain. After all, who spends decades sword training for nothing?

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"Brother Li is right, I’ll withdraw from the competition tomorrow. Although I’ve had aspirations to succeed and become famous, now with Sister Ouyang, I’ve already achieved that…"

Li Juncai was dumbfounded. Meng Yu was joking, right? Ouyang Zhenxue pursed her lips in slight annoyance at his side.

"Sister Ouyang, although my swordsmanship isn’t bad, there’s always a risk in competing. If anything unexpected happens, it’s really not worth it. I think I’d rather withdraw and just enjoy the spectacle from the sidelines..."

Okay, Ouyang Zhenxue certainly wouldn’t think Meng Yu had lost his nerve, but after some thought, it made sense. During the competition, Nascent Soul and Divinity Transformation experts from the Blood God Sect would be watching. If they spotted a high-level Meng Yu, that would be a sight too beautiful to imagine.

After chatting for a while longer, Li Juncai glanced at Yu Xuetong and became curious. Had Xiao Jun used his assassination technique sword attack?

"I can’t win, I just can’t, sigh."

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Cao Xiaojun sighed and indicated that he couldn’t unleash that sword strike; Yu Xuetong was too strong, among other things. Then, he turned to leave with Ouyang Zhenxue, leaving a baffled Li Juncai behind, while Yu Xuetong’s face slowly turned red.

The assassination sword, assassination sword -- from the moment Cao Xiaojun spoke those words, Yu Xuetong had been fully focused on guarding against the other’s attack, paying close attention to every move. But from the beginning to the end of the meal, including the walk out, the other party made no moves at all.

It was only now that he realized the assassination sword Cao Xiaojun talked about had been used, and used very, very effectively.

You invited Li Juncai to dine, but then you, a Golden Core, insisted on joining in, even proposing a duel, thinking it natural, while others thought you were brazen. So, they talked about an assassination sword, then happily enjoyed their meal while you had to cautiously be on guard, they comfortably chatted while you waited for that impossible sword to come.

He thought he was being magnanimous by waiting for the other party to make a move so he could win, but didn’t expect that they were just toying with him!

Until everything was over, they had left, and you hadn’t witnessed anything—what use was that insincere concession of defeat?

"What a bastard!"

Yu Xuetong was so angry his face turned red.

...

Although Meng Yu was confident that he could kill Yu Xuetong with one thrust, that would be too shocking, so a small joke sufficed.

After the meal, Meng Yu went to the new residence with Ouyang Zhenxue.

In an era where power returned to the individual, even a down-and-out Golden Core, as long as his reputation wasn’t tarnished, would find people willingly offering their services, and Ouyang Zhenxue was no exception. She’d just had a falling out with her father, but her subordinates would never abandon her so quickly; they would even take the initiative to offer various kinds of financial support.

For example, the new residence Meng Yu and Ouyang Zhenxue were moving into was owned by a small family.

The courtyard was modest, covering about two acres, and located on the periphery of a Third Grade community, with a not so great Spirit Vein.

Ceres was vast, but there was no complete law covering the whole planet. This wasn’t because it was a secret technique of the Immortal Sect to obstruct; it was mainly because the law was not friendly to superiors—it prevented them from doing as they pleased.

These communities were not very large, typically the size of a county, and compared to the estates in the middle of the community that easily spanned hundreds of acres, this small courtyard on the edge seemed quite ordinary.

"Thank you so much, this courtyard is wonderful, I like it a lot," Meng Yu said with a smile to the original heir of the estate, that maid who had been yelling loudly in the manor.

"As long as the immortal likes it," the maid, named Chang Lebai, replied. With the fifth level of Qi Cultivation and a graduate of Blood God Sect’s prestigious university, she was composed and confident, a true white-collar professional.

"It’s okay, their family giving us this courtyard is them doing their utmost, but do you really want to live here? This place is not great, I’ll find you a better one in a few days."

"The place is fine, there’s a Spirit Vein, and all it needs is a Formation setup. As for everything else, there’s no need to insist. Also, don’t worry about dinner, I’m not hungry," Meng Yu said calmly and then Ouyang Zhenxue nodded and flew out of the community.

She had a lot to deal with and needed to go out to secure some money, procure a Formation and such, to keep up appearances—at least to avoid utter humiliation and not disappoint Meng Yu.

"By the way, Cao Xiaojun’s orders are my orders. If anyone disrespects him, I’ll come back and twist off their dog head!" Ouyang Zhenxue warned coldly before leaving.

She wasn’t worried about Meng Yu’s safety; she was more concerned that these subordinates might not know their place. She also hoped they would seize the opportunity to gain Meng Yu’s approval.

She had her issues, but she was a person who distinctively knew gratitude and grudges.