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Jiang Anbo stood under the eaves, gazing at the grand palanquin carried by sixteen men, but he could not catch a glimpse of the beauty that Ying Zhan had described as a paragon of grace. Disappointed, he looked down at his feet, only to hear a gasp of admiration from the crowd to the east, exclaiming in awe at the celestial figure hidden within the palanquin.
The beauty concealed inside was not the only one to draw attention; a woman dressed in Apricot Blossom and Yellow Robe soared out from the leading carriage, instantly captivating those around her. Bu Luo observed her cultivation level and found it lacking compared to his own Jiang Anbo, wondering why everyone was making such a fuss. In Jiang Anbo's eyes, it seemed rather exaggerated.
What’s all this fuss about just a pretty face? What am I waiting for?
As he spoke, he attempted to take flight but inadvertently murmured something to Ying Zhan that caught the attention of a nearby cultivator. The man drew his sword and leaped onto the rooftop, blocking Jiang Anbo's path.
Ying Zhan chuckled and rode his Red Tiger towards another rooftop.
Daring to disrespect Wei Enniang of Jade Pavilion? He must have lost his mind after spending too long in Smoke Willow Alley.
A mere mortal like me wouldn’t understand the celestial demeanor of those revered Wei Enniang.
Oh, so you want to ride on my coattails for some glory? Be careful not to get slapped in the face; you should take a good look in the mirror and know your worth.
Jiang Anbo clutched his Blazing Sword, disdainfully sneering at Yeqin. Yet inside, he felt a sense of glee; Yan Dong had escalated matters. He wondered if the person hidden in the palanquin would make an appearance and how things would unfold with the gathered cultivators. Most of them were familiar with Jiang Anbo from the arena and wouldn’t dare provoke him. It was easy for him to navigate this situation with Ying Zhan standing nearby.
Ladies and gentlemen, my name is Mingyue—
Before he could finish his polite introduction, Jiang Anbo appeared behind him. With a flick of his right leg, he made the man feel a chill as a sword was suddenly pressed against his neck. Yi Dong froze in place, terrified that one wrong move would cost him his life.
Little brother, who are you trying to befriend here? Acting like a turtle is more fitting for you.
After speaking, Jiang Anbo no longer paid attention to the young man who had broken through to the Golden Core Realm using pills. To be honest, Yan Dong and his companions were nothing worth Jiang Anbo's notice. He didn't deny it; their foundation was shaky, relying on pills for their Golden Core cultivation, which could never lead to anything substantial. Naturally, they feared retaliation.
That person was incredibly rude, spouting nonsense. How could a young lady like her encounter such a despicable individual on her first outing?
Oh, even a fairy can get angry. Jiang Anbo chuckled when he heard Apricot Blossom in Yellow Robe speak; it invigorated him. If she wanted to spar, he would gladly oblige. If he lost, he could still seek refuge in that palanquin and turn the tables—he dared to accept.
How could he encounter such shameless people?
Apricot Blossom in Yellow Robe lunged at him with her sword. Jiang Anbo did not dodge or evade; he met her head-on, engaging in a fierce battle with the woman clad in yellow. Bu Luo watched for quite some time but saw no remarkable moves from her, more like a child brandishing a sword for show.
Ying Zhan grinned, finding it quite amusing. Xu Qiaoshan, who had arrived at some point, stood by observing their fight.
That guy had improved quickly; he remembered just a month ago when Xu Qiaoshan was merely a somewhat cunning young man. In just over thirty days, he had learned to conceal a dagger in his sleeve. The cultivation world was indeed perilous.
As Xu Qiaoshan spoke, the woman in Apricot Blossom and Yellow Robe suddenly fell from the palanquin like a kite with its string cut. Taking advantage of this moment, Jiang Anbo dashed toward the sixteen-person palanquin, aiming for a swift victory. However, a flying hairpin blocked his path—swift enough to claim a life, at least that of a Golden Core Cultivator.
He had underestimated the Jade Pavilion.
When one attack failed, Jiang Anbo sought to retreat using the momentum. Yet the people inside the palanquin did not intend to give him that chance; another hairpin danced through the air, and at that moment, ten more hairpins flew out from the palanquin, forming an array to trap Jiang Anbo and prevent his escape.
Within the Great Light Division Formation, Jiang Anbo remained calm and composed. The Jade Pavilion had once been affiliated with the Sunfire Sect; however, when the walls fell, everyone pushed against them. Naturally, those who wavered would not be few. What the Jade Pavilion did was merely pursue Ru Ming's remnants of the Light Path Classic without facing any blame. Once the Light Path Classic was utterly defeated, such fence-sitters would find themselves in a better position than Yuezi.
But Jiang Anbo did not wish to wait for that day. As long as he lived, he would ensure that those who wagged their tails in submission would have no peace for a month. Thus, listening to Ying Zhan's words, Jiang Anbo pretended to provoke them further; he did not want those sisters from the Jade Pavilion to have it easy.
The Fiery Sword of the Leg suddenly soared into the air. After three strikes, the formation was shattered with a loud bang. Jiang Anbo seized the opportunity to escape, leaving Liu Dong behind, who almost spat out blood from anger as he muttered a curse under his breath.
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