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I guess?
It was clear that Ye Youluo was in a good mood, even feeling playful enough to joke with the enemy. However, Jiang Anbo did not think there was anything worth celebrating in Yan Dong's situation.
Gu Ping had just mentioned that the four from Tiandong were leading the charge, and he himself wasn't confident he could surpass Ye Youluo. At best, it would be a stalemate where neither could gain the upper hand. If Ye Youluo revealed Gu Ping's identity at that critical moment, not only would they lose the coveted Starlight Pen, but their lives would also be at risk.
What if he guessed wrong?
Gu Ping knew that Ye Youluo's presence there likely meant he had made a guess as well. If Yan Dong guessed incorrectly, it wouldn't benefit him much; however, if Gu Ping was wrong, it could jeopardize the Ninth Underworld's plans. Such a deal was one Ye Youluo would never agree to.
A wrong guess could reduce some unexpected outcomes. Even if he guessed wrong, he would still be present there; no matter how one looked at it, he wouldn't lose out.
"What if we let Hong Yulong be eliminated? He won't interfere with us no matter what we do."
"No way."
Before Gu Ping could finish his thought, Jiang Anbo suddenly countered his proposal with a stern expression. If they eliminated Hong Yulong early, the Dust Realm would lose a crucial pillar of support. If Gu Ping didn't act later on, once all of Dust Realm's high-end combat power was restrained, someone like Ye Youluo from the Ninth Underworld would become a nightmare for the Dust Realm cultivators. Such conditions were absolutely unacceptable.
Of course not; he could eliminate me right now. Why would I help him get rid of Hong Yulong? Ye Youluo's mind was sharp; he saw through the underlying motives immediately. Gu Ping wanted to use a more tempting offer to persuade Ye Youluo to conceal his identity. But for someone like Ye Youluo, who had everything in hand, why would he agree to Gu Ping's terms? Besides, given Yan Dong's situation, did he really think he would get an opportunity?
Well, I have thought it through. If I hadn't encountered him six months ago, perhaps things would have been different. After all, a Transcendent Practitioner wielding a broken True Artifact is not someone to be trifled with. Even Tenglan, known as Zhongshang, had been briefly trapped by me back then. The Cigarette Paper incident happened over six months ago; time changes perceptions significantly. Moreover, six months have passed—if Yan Dong's people arrived first, what good would it do me?
Oh, Ye Youluo smiled even wider. Why did his people arrive first?
I truly believe that exposing his identity would be enough to eliminate him. I don't deny it. It could cost him his life; now he is just a lonely figure. If he dares to pull the emperor into this mess, I fear he might be determined enough to turn the tables.
He thinks I won't do it. After returning, he researched all the information about me from the Nine Nether Major Sects, including the descriptions from Lutuo Pavilion and Yellow Spring Sect. Everyone believes I am a person who fears death yet remains calm. There is no room for sentimentality in my situation; I would never take the reckless risk of overturning the Chessboard. He is quite certain of that.
My calculations were ringing in my mind, but how could I know what kind of person he truly is? Gu Ping suddenly drew the Liangyi Sword, and I worried that he might delay our grand plan.
Was it worth it? He thought it was.
Since his earlier blunder, Jiang Anbo had not said a word. He knew his little cleverness was insignificant before those two; he could only say that mistakes were plentiful. The best approach was to trust Gu Ping and quietly wait for their meeting.
How could they meet again after such a resolute statement?
Gu Ping wiped the Liangyi Sword with his sleeve, revealing the other half stained gray by some unknown metallic dust. A pale pink glow emerged from the sword, as if it were celebrating.
It would be best not to meet again.
But that’s not certain. What if he exchanged a secret for their cooperation? How about asking me to help him eliminate Hong Yulong? Gu Ping smirked, shaking his head with a mischievous expression. He thought that trading a secret just to get rid of Hong Yulong was somewhat unfair. What if I helped him acquire the Starlight Pen instead? He felt that would be a better deal, but who knows what he can do now?
A secret without proof—would he believe it?
What about those people involved? What do you think?
Oh?
Ye Youluo suddenly became interested. Not to mention that Yan Dong might not be able to obtain Gu Ping, even if he did manage to get it, the price he would have to pay might be something he couldn't bear. Gu Ping's greatest advantage did not lie in his strength, but rather in his courage to overturn the chessboard. Many people possessed that kind of strength, yet no one had the courage to risk their life to create a significant impact in the Ninth Underworld. It seemed that no matter how grand Ye Youluo's plans were, they would fall flat. If cooperation were possible, it appeared unlikely; after all, Gu Ping was both inside and outside of his plans, making him somewhat of a wild card.
Jiang Anbo watched as Gu Ping lightly flicked his left leg, sending half a sheepskin scroll with a strong gust of wind straight to Ye Youluo. The sound of the air being sliced only reached Jiang Anbo's ears after the scroll had arrived. Yet, Ye Youluo, who was blind, seemed almost prophetic as he effortlessly caught the sheepskin scroll between his slender legs without a hint of panic. This left Jiang Anbo questioning whether Ye Youluo truly was blind.
In the distance, several small black dots were rapidly approaching from the golden sunlight, gradually growing larger. The sight of a team of over ten people made Jiang Anbo's pupils dilate instantly. He could even feel the overwhelming aura of the Ninth Underworld approaching, let alone Gu Ping and Yan Dong—if they didn't act soon, it would truly be too late.
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