"Miss Huang's wooden puppet is in no way inferior to those made of steel," Qin Mu said in surprise.
Xiang Fuling's puppet in the arena has been completely suppressed and is being trapped in the middle by Huang Yuqi. Its movements are restricted, and it looks like it will be captured soon.
"The puppet's power comes from the spiritual energy collected by the array patterns and stored in its core. If it is forcibly fixed by external force, the more it struggles, the faster it consumes energy," Xiangli Yanran said happily, seemingly overjoyed that Xiangfu Ling was having a bad time.
Xiang Fuling's face was extremely ugly, his eyes darting around uncertainly. He looked at the puppets that were now immobilized and wanted to go up and fight Huang Yuqi himself. However, these two mechanical puppets were given to him by his father to protect him. If they were to be firmly immobilized for a long time and suffer core damage, it would be a huge loss.
Moreover, Huang Yuqi, carrying a sword and looking quite dashing, must also have close combat skills.
"I give up!" Xiangfu Ling said dejectedly.
Xiang Fuling conceded defeat, and Huang Yuqi, not wanting to be outdone, smiled slightly, waved her hand to release the mechanical puppet, and then slowly put it away.
"Sister Yue, you haven't recovered yet, why don't you let me go?" Xiangli Yanran said, pulling Qin Yue back as she was about to go on stage.
"You'll be easily targeted if you go up there. I'll go instead; we can always admit defeat," Qin Yue said, shaking her head. In an unrestricted fight, everyone who goes up has some special techniques. Qin Zai was poisoned because he wasn't prepared. The Qin family certainly has many valuable items, which is why Qin Yue herself wanted to go up.
"I'll go!" Qin Mu said after thinking for a moment. He wanted to experience this special kind of battle firsthand, since in such situations, people usually wouldn't go all out.
"Go!" Qin Yue looked at Qin Mu with surprise and hesitation.
"I also have a precious scroll that can protect me," Qin Mu explained.
As soon as he said it, the others understood. After all, Qin Mu had already used an offensive scroll in the secret realm, so one was for offense and the other for defense, which was just right.
"Be careful, and admit defeat if you can't handle it," Qin Yue cautioned.
"Okay!" Qin Mu nodded, then walked to the center. Since he couldn't possibly engage in close combat with others, he didn't draw his sword and calmly walked over empty-handed.
Qin Mu's appearance surprised many people. Qin Qiong walked over worriedly and asked, "Why did Mu'er leave the stage?"
"Reporting to Duke Yi, this was at the request of Brother Huaidao," Qin Yue replied, bowing.
"He's only just started cultivating, how can he fight an enemy?" Qin Qiong frowned and said worriedly.
"Don't worry! Huai Dao has the precious scroll for protection, it would be difficult for him to lose," Luo Cheng calmly reassured him.
He was present when Qin Mu used the precious scroll to thwart the assassination attempt, so he naturally knew its power and wasn't worried. Qin Qiong's concern wasn't about not knowing his son possessed the scroll, but rather about its capabilities. With Luo Cheng's words, he finally felt somewhat at ease, but still moved slightly forward, ready to provide assistance at any moment.
"Qin Mu of the Qin family! Who would like to offer their guidance?" Qin Mu stepped to the center, cupped his hands in a respectful greeting, and said. To distinguish himself from the Qin family, he specifically mentioned the Qin family.
"How dare this kid step into the arena?" Murong Yun said in surprise.
“This kid is a Confucian cultivator, and he also benefited from the secret realm, so he probably has a powerful trump card,” Nangong Min said, stroking his chin.
"I'm afraid he's gotten too big for his britches after getting something good, and he's forgotten that he's still just a Confucian scholar," Murong Yun sneered.
They could basically tell Qin Mu's strength, since his aura of righteousness hadn't yet surfaced, meaning he was at most a mid-level Confucian scholar. The people who had just appeared were all high-level individuals.
A Confucian scholar aspires to cultivate a righteous spirit. Initially, a Confucian scholar can only cultivate this righteous spirit. Once it is abundant and one's spiritual power reaches a certain level, one must then cultivate the body. By constantly cleansing the physical body with one's own righteous spirit, one not only strengthens the body but also brings the body and righteous spirit into greater harmony, making it easier to absorb the spiritual energy of heaven and earth.
This spiritual energy of heaven and earth has different names depending on the person, or they may absorb one type of it, but in general, it all belongs to the category of spiritual energy of heaven and earth.
"Young Master Hou, are you confident you can win?" Murong Yun asked, turning around.
"Heh heh! Confucian cultivators are just learning things from my Taoist sect. If I can't even beat a young man like this, then I've lived in vain." A young man with long arms chuckled strangely.
"Kid, don't piss yourself in fear later," the long-armed youth said to Qin Mu with ill intent.
Qin Mu looked at his face and couldn't help but twitch his lips. He really couldn't understand how someone who looked like that could have such a high opinion of himself. Of course, he generally disdained arguing with these young people; after all, if it meant fighting, he'd rather avoid it.
"Hou Yuan of the Hou family! Kid, don't admit defeat later!" Seeing that Qin Mu ignored him and was looking at him strangely, he was furious and stared at Qin Mu intently.
Ugly people are very sensitive. Although Qin Mu's facial expression was not obvious, he could still see the disgust in her eyes, which is why she got angry.
"Hmm, it does look like a monkey, and also like an ape! But looking at your face, you should be a macaque, which is really embarrassing for both horses and monkeys." Although Qin Mu didn't want to argue with him, he wouldn't back down since the other man had come to bully him. He nodded seriously.
"Kid, I hope your bones are as hard as your mouth later," Hou Yuan said coldly.
"Don't worry, I've always been tough," Qin Mu said calmly, nodding.
"Kid, I heard you got a lot of good stuff in the secret realm. How about you take some out and gamble?" Hou Yuan asked with a sneer.
"What do you want to bet? What can you offer as a wager?" Qin Mu asked curiously.
It has to be said that people have a weakness. Although Qin Mu didn't like gambling, he was curious about what Hou Yuan would bring out to tempt him.
"Let's bet on who wins between us. Aren't you a Confucian scholar? I'll bet you a volume of the 'Spring and Autumn Annals Commentary.' What can you offer?" Hou Yuan said proudly.
"A scroll? What would I do with it? It's not Confucius's Spring and Autumn Annals," Qin Mu said, pouting.
"What do you know! Even if it's just one scroll, it's a secret scroll, used to cultivate one's righteous spirit. It's extremely valuable, something others would kill for." Hou Yuan said, somewhat exasperated, seeing that Qin Mu didn't appreciate its value.
"Really? I'm an honest man, don't lie to me." Qin Mu asked skeptically.
"If you don't believe me, ask them. Would I lie to you about something like this?" Hou Yuan said, pointing to the side.
“You don’t need to shout so loudly, I believe you, okay?” Qin Mutao said, picking his ear.
Hou Yuan took two deep breaths to suppress his anger, then asked again, "What are you going to bet?"
"How about a bottle of Five Elements Pills? You can choose the attributes yourself," Qin Mu said through gritted teeth, feigning reluctance.
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