Chapter 14 Slapping Himself in the Face, A Five-Day Appointment

  "Bastard... bastard..."

  Zhuo Wen's face turned bright red with rage, his skin rapidly darkening as he let out a thunderous roar. This humiliation, this stain on his honor, would be etched in his memory forever.

  "I control seventy percent of the Zhu family's wealth, a cultivator in the First Heaven Realm... yet I was made a laughing stock by a mere Foundation Establishment ant. This grudge, this hatred, I will never forget for all eternity, and I must repay it a hundredfold!"

  After finishing this sentence, Zhuo asked to struggle with his last strength and got up from the ground with the help of two followers, a strand of crimson flowing down from the corner of his mouth.

  He's too badly hurt!

  He had just made a move with his spiritual power, gathering all his strength, and the full force of fifteen elephants was countered by the defensive power of his five elephant skin, which could be described as devastating, and he was severely injured.

  "Zhuo Wèn Tiān... you win!" Zhuo Wèn's eyes were filled with hatred as he gazed at the scene before him, seeing faces mocking him, and the fresh blood in his mouth flowed out uncontrollably, his internal injuries worsening.

  "You may have won, but I don't accept it. I'm ashamed to have such a despicable grandson like you! You'll stop at nothing to win against me... Just wait... As long as I, Zhuo Yun, still have one breath left, I will get rid of him!"

  "What the hell are you talking about, you old dog? If you've got guts, say it out loud and I'll tell you how inferior my grandson is!"

  Zhuo Wen Tian suddenly became furious, he directly rushed onto the stage and grabbed Zhuo Wen Zhan's collar.

  A right-winger immediately shouted loudly: "You... you... how dare you!"

  "Hubris!" Zhuo Qian Tian stomped his foot, and the ground instantly split open. The intense force directly shook the man, causing him to spurt blood wildly.

  "What the heck are you! You dare speak to me like this?"

  The whole scene fell silent, with not a sound to be heard, except for Zhuo Wentai's gaze bursting with murderous intent. "Zhuo old dog, speak up! Why aren't you saying anything? Tell me where my grandson is inferior! You're just a bully who takes advantage of your power, and you don't have any real ability. Hmph, if you want to break the agreement, just say so!"

  "I'm not someone who can't afford to lose..." Zhuo said with a tone as gentle as a wandering thread, his body weak but his anger unabated. "You've won... I'll naturally fulfill the bet. But your victory is unjust, this despicable behavior is simply... infuriating!"

  Zhuo Wen's eyes were wandering and distant, weak as if he was about to stop breathing at any moment. He looked at Zhuo Yifan with a cold smile: "If you really haven't done anything despicable, then the Zhu family has produced a generation of extraordinary talent, and it's not unreasonable for you to lead the Zhu family. But your soul quality is mediocre... yet suddenly becomes so strong... I don't believe it! Wrong, you can confess clearly in front of everyone. Otherwise, I won't be able to die with my eyes closed!"

  Clap! Clap! Clap!

  A young man with a light and steady step emerged from a group of right-wingers. He was slender, wearing a white robe with a purple gauze on top, and a black crystal long sword at his waist that shone with a faint chill. But what left the deepest impression was the small mole between his eyebrows.

  He clapped his hands at Zhuo Yifan: "Yi Fan, your skills are truly astonishing. You even defeated the second master. I'm delighted and would love to have a match with you. Would you grant me that honor?"

  Whoosh!

  A thought flashed in his mind, and this person suddenly reached out with his hand, his fingertips immediately curving into sharp claws, surging out a pale yellow spiritual energy, fiercely grabbing towards Zhuo Wenti, unexpectedly to rescue Zhuo Wentian.

  "Not good!" Zhuo Qiantian's spirits greatly lifted as he saw this pale yellow-colored spiritual energy.

  Facing this claw, Zhuo Xian Tian also suddenly struck out, extending his fist with sufficient force to heavily collide with the claw. The claw and fist collided, spiritual energy waves expanding outward, shaking the ground open with cracks.

  The two figures stuck together suddenly separated.

  At the same time, the young man also successfully rescued Zhuo Wenjun back.

  "Good kid! You've actually reached the Three Mystical Realms boundary!"

  That last blow was evenly matched with Zhuo Wentai's, and although Zhuo Wentai wasn't injured, he couldn't help but take this young man seriously.

  "It's actually Guan Ying, Guan Ying's soul quality is excellent and top-notch. He had already cultivated to the Xiantian realm early on, but unexpectedly, after closing up for several months, he has now cultivated to the Sanxuanfu realm? It's truly shocking."

  Zhuo Yi's eyes widened as he took a closer look at the opponent, who turned out to be Zhuo Jia's genius, Zhuo Guanying! He was a full ten years older than himself.

  He was already in the pre-Heavenly Spirit Realm at the age of sixteen, with outstanding qualifications. In the next ten years, he made rapid progress, achieving the early stage of the Three Mystical Realms and possessing boundless strength, fierce spiritual power, and the ability to traverse the void.

  If after another four years, when Zhuo Guangying is thirty years old, he will likely have already entered the ranks of the late Three Mysteries Realm. At that time, with his spiritual energy usage becoming extremely skilled and able to condense a barbaric dan or soul dan in his dantian, he can formally start preparing to break through the Golden Dan Secret Realm.

  Top-notch high-quality soul quality, and before the age of thirty, it has reached the middle and late stages of the Three Mysterious Halls. Looking at the entire Kalan continent, they are all first-class geniuses.

  Zhuo Guanying's talent is even more terrifying than Zhu Yifan's father.

  However, this genius was not the eldest son of the Zhuo family, but a bastard. According to Zhu Yifan's recollection, he was born to his elder uncle and a courtesan. A talented hybrid.

  Zhuo Guangying's sudden appearance has a strong sense of killing halfway like Cheng Yaojin.

  At this moment, Zhuo Yifan knew that he was not yet a match for the Three Mysteries Realm. He had just relied on his iron arm to counterattack, only because Zhuo Xun's speed was too slow, allowing him to grasp the trajectory of the fist and accurately block the damage, creating a counterattacking effect.

  But in the realm of Sanxuanfu, it's completely different. Moving like a ghost, striking like lightning, even with Zhuo Yifan's cultivation level, I'm afraid he can't keep up with the speed.

  But Zhuo Yifan was very confident, he had the magic pupil and iron arm, as long as he merged his soul and worked hard to cultivate, he would soon become the first among the young generation of the Zhuo family!

  "Zhuo'er, your performance today really surprised Grandpa, haha! " Zhuo Wentai beckoned with one hand and pulled Zhuo Yifan back to his side, afraid that Zhuo Guanying would be unfavorable to his grandson. His eyes were like those of a hawk, vigilantly staring at Zhuo Guanying.

  "Haha, I didn't expect Second Grandfather to be injured so severely. Brother Yifan's strength is truly astonishing, even more powerful than mine back in the day? I wonder if Brother Yifan would grant me a match?"

  In the Zhuo family, who doesn't know about Zhuo Guangying's achievements? This kind of cultivation speed, even if he is a son born out of wedlock, everyone else still treats him with utmost respect and caution. With his exceptional talent and proud personality, Zhuo Guangying dislikes nothing more than others stealing the spotlight.

  He stared intently at Zhuo Yifan, taking a slow step forward, revealing the aura of a strong Three Mysteries Realm cultivator. A faint yellow mist-like spiritual energy was released, with an unmatched momentum, and an overbearing presence that made Zhuo Yifan feel a bit pressured. With a teasing tone, he laughed:

  "I like the strong, and I'm even more interested in the Blood Prison Gate. I know that you, a small junior brother, also have the intention to enter the gate, but my pursuit of the path of the strong is absolutely far superior to yours. I know that you, a small junior brother, have just finished fighting and are heavily depleted, so naturally I won't take advantage of your weakness."

  "I've already made inquiries, the Blood Prison Gate will disappear in fifteen days. I'll give you, Zuo Yifan, ten days to recover, and on the tenth day at noon, we'll have a final showdown here. If you lose, you'll hand over the quota for the Blood Prison Gate to me and return all of Second Master's economic projects. Is that acceptable?"

  Bet! Just finished betting, another one comes.

  "What if you lose?" Zhu Yifan's eyes turned gloomy, with a hint of playfulness.

  "Lost? I haven't even considered that possibility." Zhuo Guanying sneered, one hand supporting his chin and the other rubbing his temples as if deep in thought. He then burst out laughing: "If I lose, I'll give you ten Aggregating Spirit Pills! That's my entire fortune. Of course, if you dare to accept this bet, I don't mind throwing in two more Spiritual Techniques."

  "Jū Líng Dān!" The crowd gasped in amazement!

  The effect of Jū Líng Dān is to allow people to condense spiritual vortex in a short period of time.

  Then feel the change of innate spiritual realm and break through the stage of refining the body more quickly.

  This is extremely tempting for every cultivator. For those in the Innate Spiritual Realm, it's also incredibly beneficial, with each city-priced one costing between 500,000 to 1 million!

  With this condition as a bet, plus two spiritual techniques, anyone would estimate that they cannot hold on, even Zhuo Wentai has a kind of desperate, all-out impulse.

  It's not hard to see that Zhuo Guanying has made up his mind to fight against Zhu Yifan.

  "Yi Fan, you... mustn't force yourself..."

  Zhuo asked Tian knew that it was useless to say anything now, because he saw his grandson's incredibly confident smile again, which had almost become a symbol of Zhuo Yifan's invincibility.

  Everyone's strange gaze poured in, privately discussing and speculating, all wanting to see Zhuo Yifan's embarrassed refusal, and then make a fool of himself.

  "Ten Soul Gathering Pills, plus two Spiritual Techniques..."

  Zhuo Yifan coldly looked at Zhuo Guanying, he gazed around at the crowd of people and spread out his five fingers:

  "In less than ten days, I still have many things to do. Five days will be enough!"