Early in the morning, the messenger arrived at the camp.
According to secular etiquette, he arrived too early - it was just daybreak. Generally, people who send out invitations are not so anxious. Usually, the only people who are so unceremonious are those who come to announce a death.
Han Qianling and Luo Jiujiang both had Golden Core cultivation, and their spiritual awareness far surpassed most of the Saint Land's members. Before the identities of the emissaries could be relayed from the camp entrance, Han Qianling had already concluded, "Sent by Nuzi."
Such impatience, banging on the door so early in the morning, was too obvious. Han Qianling couldn't think of anyone else besides Nuzi.
Less than an incense stick had passed since he finished speaking when someone from the Suzaku Realm rang the golden bell in front of Han Qianling's tent: "Palace Master, Young Master of the Spirit Snake Realm, an envoy from the Jiaotu Realm has arrived."
Han Qianling: "..."
It can be seen that he was indeed much more relaxed when he was with Luo Jiujiang. He could even make such a wrong judgment, and he even dared to make such a wrong judgment.
Luo Jiujiang suppressed his laughter and said, "Please come in."
He was also curious about why the envoy from Jiaotu came to visit. Could it be that Mr. Gongyi wrote a letter to his good friend, praising his rival's disciple?
While he was pondering, the messenger had already opened the tent and entered. He got straight to the point upon meeting, not even waiting for tea. His eyes widened like cowbells, his energy channeled into his Dantian, and he shouted in a deep voice, "Young Master Spirit Snake, my master challenges you! He'll beat you into a pancake! Then hammer you into a cone! And finally, sit down, sit down, and turn you into a ball!"
Luo Jiujiang: “…”
As they sat in the tent, pancakes, cones, and balls began to fall from the sky. Luo Jiujiang had nothing to say, so he silently reached out and wiped away a finger of dust that had been shaken off the tent ceiling by the messenger's loud voice, accompanied by gongs and drums.
The messenger's face flushed red upon seeing this scene, and upon closer inspection he saw a look of grief and anger in his eyes. He took a deep breath, put his hands on his hips, and roared, "Young Master Spirit Snake, my master challenges you! He'll beat you into a pancake! Then hammer you into a cone! And finally, sit down and turn you into a ball!"
Since the "Bing Cone Ball" himself had not shown any extreme reaction, and the envoy's expression had begun to look like a virgin girl who was forced into prostitution, Luo Jiujiang could not help but look at him again.
"Okay, okay, I understand. I haven't asked for the name of the wise master yet?"
The messenger lowered his hands, bowed respectfully, and replied in a gentle and elegant tone, "My master is Master Shen Yuan, the Young Master of the Jiaotu Realm."
His tone was difficult, and just saying these few words seemed as if he wanted to crawl into a crack in the ground.
Luo Jiujiang was confused at first as to why his attitude had changed so drastically, but the next moment, he saw the messenger put his hands on his hips again, forming a double-handled pot, his eyes filled with tears of humiliation, and shouted for the third time: "Young Master Spirit Snake, my master wants to challenge you! He will beat you into a pancake! Then hammer you into a cone! And finally, sit down and turn you into a ball!"
There was already a tone of embarrassed crying in his voice.
Luo Jiujiang: “…”
As he understood what was happening, he couldn't help but feel sympathy. He sighed and asked, "Were these three 'opening remarks' also orders from the wise master?" How sick is that!
Han Qianling, however, had a slightly different opinion on this: "Is your master really not Nuzi?" Having just one such person in the world is enough to deal with, and two of them would cause chaos in the world.
The messenger's eyes visibly drifted: "No, no."
Luo Jiujiang and Han Qianling exchanged a silent glance, their eyes filled with the feeling that "there's something fishy going on."
The envoy, with a guilty conscience, first presented an invitation to a fight, and then finally sat down to drink his cup of hot tea. The red invitation had the words "Shenyuan" written neatly on it, but as soon as Luo Jiujiang reached out to take it, he sensed the aura on it, and his mouth twitched.
The messenger didn't notice Luo Jiujiang's unusual behavior; his movements when he sat down were also unique. Most people would lift their robes before sitting down, but he actually did it three times, each time pulling the robe from his waist to the hem, as if afraid his movements wouldn't attract attention.
He had tried so hard, and was about to flirt for the fourth time. Luo Jiujiang couldn't continue to pretend to be blind. He sighed and said, "My eyesight is poor. May I ask what the messenger is wearing around his waist?"
The messenger finally breathed a sigh of relief and said in a clear and melodious voice, "White Tiger Talisman."
Luo Jiujiang: “…”
You know, the White Tiger Talisman is just like the Vermillion Bird Talisman and the Azure Dragon Talisman, which are seals for envoys from all walks of life to prove their identities. Now, seeing that the envoy from Jiaotu is wearing a White Tiger Talisman, Luo Jiujiang was so stunned that he was speechless for a moment.
The messenger took a few sips of tea and said goodbye. At this time, the morning sun in the sky had just risen to the middle of the green trees.
After the messenger left, Luo Jiujiang looked at the letter of war in front of him. The surging emotions in his heart were like being washed back and forth by a waterfall, and he could not calm down for a long time.
"This is a letter of challenge from Chen Yuan of Jiaotu Realm." He confirmed to Han Qianling in front of him, and Han Qianling nodded silently, assuring him that he had not misheard the envoy's previous invitation or read the signature on the invitation.
"The messenger who delivered the letter deliberately flirted with me three times, prompting me to look at the White Tiger Talisman hanging around his waist." Luo Jiujiang added quietly. Thinking of the classic accessory of the White Tiger Realm messenger that was almost equivalent to introducing himself, he felt a little headache.
Han Qianling nodded slowly to show that he was indeed not mistaken.
"...Then, under these two layers of deception, the aura on this invitation is obviously from the Nine Clans." After all, he has seen a lot since leaving the Seven Islands, and Luo Jiujiang also has rich experience in identifying the Nine Clans. Although he has never met the owner of the challenge letter, it does not prevent him from recognizing the other party's identity.
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