Chapter 773 I Can't Stand It

Lord Zhao looked at Song Chunxue and asked, "Could I borrow your Worry-Free Spirit?"

"Of course." Song Chunxue presented Wuyou with both hands.

In front of Lord Zhao, Wuyou was exceptionally well-behaved. She moved the sword slightly and then lay quietly in his palm.

Lord Zhao took out a spirit stone and a jade pendant, and placed them next to the Worry-Free Sword.

Wuyoujian stood up and looked at Yujue with curiosity.

"You're planning to put on a show and have them scout ahead?" Master Han said leisurely, propping his head up with one hand. "Lord Zhao, what a brilliant plan."

“If you’re driven by greed, then don’t blame me for submitting to fate.” With that, Lord Zhao stood up. “I’ll be right back.”

As soon as he finished speaking, Lord Zhao disappeared from the spot.

Huo Xiang clenched her fists. "What's going on? Are you playing me? What is he trying to do, give away the treasure I've got my eye on to someone else?"

Master Han gently tapped the table with his fingers. “Some things you might find but not live to take. Rather than living in fear of someone else getting there first, it’s better to let them go and explore first.”

“Even if they know what we’re thinking, they won’t hesitate to seize the opportunity before us. That’s the power of greed.” He ate another steamed bun, closed his eyes, and chewed slowly. “It’s arid and rainless here. Wheat has to work very hard to produce seeds, so the steamed buns made from it are very fragrant.”

Hearing this, Huoxiang couldn't help but pick up her chopsticks and take the last steamed bun from the steamer. "The buns are delicious too, would you like to try some?"

"No, steamed buns are pure."

"..." It's unbelievable, even the most winding mountain roads couldn't keep up with his attitude.

They were just cursing and swearing a moment ago, but now they're genuinely talking about food.

Song Chunxue admired him.

"Master Han, to whom does the eldest brother intend to give those two items?"

Although she knew that her senior brother had his reasons for doing so, Song Chunxue still wanted to ask a few more questions.

After chewing and swallowing carefully, Master Han casually said, "There was a notorious evil cultivator named... what was it again?"

He frowned in thought, but couldn't recall it for a moment.

Huo Xiang snorted and continued, "Song the Rat, his real name is Song Che, a complete bastard and beast. He even tore his own father to pieces. He treats people like lambs, he has no humanity and is incomprehensible."

"Will Lord Zhao fare well if he encounters him?" Huo Xiang couldn't help but ask worriedly. "Why don't I go instead? I know where that man's weakness lies."

Master Han squinted at him, "You think you can handle him?"

Huo Xiang smiled and said, "As long as I use my trump card, it's not impossible to fight back. I didn't touch him before because I didn't want to cause any trouble. Once I get the treasure there, he will be the first one I deal with."

Master Han shook his head, his expression serious.

“The evil cultivator’s cultivation level increases very quickly. You are no match for him, and neither is Lord Zhao, but he can outsmart him.”

The more leisurely he was, the more anxious Song Chunxue became.

"Master Han, stop beating around the bush and just tell me, I'm anxious." Song Chunxue cupped her hands and shook them. "Aren't you worried about him?"

Huo Xiang laughed, "If even Lord Zhao has to suffer a loss in front of that person, then we should all just go home and have some tea."

Master Han pondered for a moment, "When we arrived, we encountered Song Che, but we had both disguised ourselves and concealed our strength and aura, so he mistook us for demonic cultivators."

Demonic cultivator?

Song Chunxue suddenly realized, "Yes, if you want to survive in the most chaotic place, besides waiting to die, there is another way: blend in with them and become one of them."

The eldest brother is indeed intelligent.

"Lord Zhao used a little trick, saying he could walk through walls and try to steal our keys. Even if they are on guard, they will still want to give it a try."

"But as far as I know, there are three or four doors in those legends. Just getting through the first two doors takes a lot of effort. They won't be able to reach the fourth door. If Wuyou runs back then, wouldn't we be able to go and reap the benefits without lifting a finger?"

Song Chunxue was shocked. Sure enough, this person was very clever; they even dared to use such a scheme.

The simplest method is something that ordinary people, even if they could think of it, wouldn't dare to use; they don't have the courage.

But Lord Zhao should have a few backup plans, so even if the plan fails, he won't worry; he can simply take another path.

She rubbed her head, thinking that she should read more books in the future, preferably Sun Tzu's Art of War.

"My Lord, they have arrived."

Just then, someone jogged in and reported to Huo Xiang.

Huo Xiang picked up the shelf and said in a deep voice, "Let him in."

Everyone's eyes turned to the doorway.

The next moment, Song Chunxue felt a chill and her eyes sharpened.

“My lord, I am late, please forgive me.” Wen Qianqiu walked straight to Huo Xiang and bowed to him.

Song Chunxue looked down at her hands, not in a hurry to question Huo Xiang about why she had brought such a person.

They knew perfectly well that they had ill intentions.

And Master Xu, he actually came too.

It seems that Song Chunxue underestimated everyone she met.

On this path, she was the complete novice.

Cultivation is also a kind of martial arts world; it involves cultivating not only the mind and strength, but also one's perspective.

Many people focus on physical strength but neglect mental cultivation. The truth is, no matter which path you take, without absolute strength, power, status, foundation, wealth, and luck, they are merely the foundation for climbing upwards.

Whether human, ghost, god, or immortal, none can escape human nature; the rules of the world will not change for thousands of years.

Song Chunxue lived a long life, but understood very little.

She took a deep breath to calm herself.

There is still much to learn and grow. Life is so short. Sometimes, the lessons she has learned over hundreds of years are not as useful as what some people have learned in twenty or thirty years.

When things need to settle down and become more stable, and one cannot act arbitrarily or cover up everything, then one should slow down, see the big picture, and then make a plan.

She came here only as someone else's pawn.

Thinking this, she still subconsciously looked up at Huo Xiang, her eyes filled with an undisguised pressure.

"You've brought all the news?" Huo Xiang stood up. "Let's go upstairs and talk."

"Yes." Wen Qianqiu, holding the hilt of his sword, glanced indifferently at Song Chunxue and followed Huo Xiang upstairs.

Song Chunxue then looked at Master Xu.

Master Xu quickly turned around, gathered his sleeves, and lowered his head, avoiding eye contact with Song Chunxue.

But Song Chunxue had no intention of letting him go.

"How did you get here?" Song Chunxue raised an eyebrow. "By swords?"

"Yes." Master Xu still didn't dare to look her in the eye.

"What are you doing here, trying to steal the treasure?" Song Chunxue said with a half-smile. "Aren't you going to apologize and make amends for what happened before?"

Master Xu bowed and clasped his hands in apology, "I'm sorry, I offended you before, I hope..."

“I don’t need a half-hearted apology. You’re really a hidden master. If your master were to return, he would probably be furious with you.” Song Chunxue looked at him coldly.

“His master is not coming back,” Master Han said slowly, looking him over. “You can’t see the aura of a cultivator, but his master is carrying him on his back.”

"..." Song Chunxue immediately looked at Master Xu and was instantly horrified.

How come this kind of person hasn't been punished?