Chapter 522: Helplessness

Qi Xia felt that Wei Yang's ability to read minds was indeed stronger than that of Tian She.

He hadn't even seen his own eyes just now, yet Wei Yang had instantly seen through his thoughts. All the information that even Tian She couldn't decode in an instant — had Wei Yang already completely unraveled it in those ten or so seconds?

"I'll go," Qiao Jia Jin said softly, slowly walking forward. He didn't try to hide his footsteps, heading straight for the farm's gate.

"That's right, Old Qiao is still going strong," Chen Jun Nan remarked.

Just as Chen Jun Nan was about to say something more, a melodious bell rang out from far away. They were already quite far from the city center, so hearing it must mean the bell was extraordinarily loud.

"Uh... no way..." Chen Jun Nan chuckled bitterly. "I was just about to praise you, and now it's over?"

"Ha!" Qiao Jia Jin replied nonchalantly. "Jun Nan, that's already pretty good. It's lasted a lot longer than the last Hui Xiang."

"Then don't go provoke him..." Chen Jun Nan frowned and grabbed Qiao Jia Jin's arm. "This old guy won't listen to your kind of talk."

"Don't worry..." Qiao Jia Jin smiled and pushed Chen Jun Nan's hand away. "Even without Hui Xiang, I can still go up and chat with him. You all might not know me well... I'm best at chatting."

"Ah?" Chen Jun Nan was stunned by that. "Old Qiao, I know you too well. Your style of 'chatting' doesn't work with normal people—it only works against lunatics."

"Isn't he exactly a lunatic?"

Qi Xia watched as Qiao Jia Jin walked forward with a calm expression, while Wei Yang in the distance continued tending to the severed limbs in the fields. In that moment, something felt off to Qi Xia.

Before he could say "be careful," Qiao Jia Jin had already stepped into the field area. With a "snap," it seemed like he had stepped on something.

The mechanism was completely buried in the soil, with no visible traces on the surface. The moment Qiao Jia Jin stepped on it, the ground in front of him suddenly heaved and churned.

A board studded with nails emerged from beneath the soil, suddenly straightening up and lunging at Qiao Jia Jin.

"Whoosh!"

Just as Qi Xia and Chen Jun Nan reacted from afar but hadn't had time to move, Qiao Jia Jin had already reached out to block the board, with only some dust flying onto him.

Still shaken, Qi Xia and Chen Jun Nan took a few steps forward and saw that Qiao Jia Jin had extended three fingers to press against the board, dodging the nails while stopping its advance.

"Pah... pah..." Qiao Jia Jin spat out the dirt in his mouth. "Good thing my body reacted faster than my brain... You Pu Jie Fen Chang, are you trying to kill me without a word?"

Wei Yang kept singing to the severed limbs in the farm, completely ignoring Qiao Jia Jin's question.

"I be damned, ignoring me, huh?" Qiao Jia Jin brushed the dirt off himself and strode forward. "Can't even have a chat?"

"Hey, Old Qiao!" Chen Jun Nan called out worriedly. "Watch out for more traps..."

"It's fine... I'm getting a bit angry now," Qiao Jia Jin said. "If he wants to talk with his fists, I'll listen with mine."

After saying that, he turned back to look at Qi Xia and asked seriously, "De Ren Zi, can I hit him?"

"Of course." Qi Xia nodded. "Do what you want."

Hearing that, Qiao Jia Jin stripped off his dusty shirt and tossed it aside without hesitation. But as he was about to shout, he realized he looked a bit scrawny.

"I be damned..." Qiao Jia Jin shyly covered his upper body. "I forgot how skinny I am..."

"Uh..." Chen Jun Nan blinked. "Old Qiao, how about I take off my shirt this time?"

"No, no need..." Qiao Jia Jin shook his head. "I'll do it. This physique is still enough to handle him."

Step by step, Qiao Jia Jin approached Wei Yang, his tone turning icy: "Hey... Farmer, lift your head and look at me."

"Qiao Jia Jin, oh Qiao Jia Jin..." Wei Yang shook his head repeatedly, set down the watering can in his hand, and looked up with a manic expression. "Haven't you died enough? Want another chance at death from me?"

"Enough?" Qiao Jia Jin smiled. "Farmer, I've been poor since I was a kid, so I take everything people give me."

"Interesting..." Wei Yang scratched his forehead, leaving a smear of blood there. He shakily stood up and forced a smile. "You really don't lie..."

"What's the point of lying when we're meeting for the first time?"

"No, no, no... Kid..." Wei Yang waved his dark hand. "Precisely because you think this is our first meeting, you have no need to tell the truth."

"Lying is too tiring." Qiao Jia Jin shook his head. "Farmer, stand steady—I'm about to punch you."

"Hmm...?" Wei Yang's face showed a mix of amusement and disbelief. "Punch me? Ah? Ha ha ha ha!"

"That's right. Left cheek or right cheek?" Qiao Jia Jin stepped forward, his aura changing.

"I won't take it." Wei Yang also stepped forward. "Qiao Jia Jin, why punch me...? Back then, you couldn't save your brothers, so now you're taking it out on me?"

"You..." Qiao Jia Jin was clearly provoked by that. He lunged forward with a swinging punch aimed at the other's cheek.

But the moment he threw the punch, Wei Yang had already started backing away, as if he had foreseen the move. The fist barely grazed Wei Yang's face without landing a hit.

"Ha ha ha ha!" Wei Yang laughed. "What are you panicking about? Why doesn't the punch match what you imagined?"

Qiao Jia Jin didn't answer. He stepped back and threw another punch, the situation identical to before. As soon as he raised his hand, Wei Yang shifted his feet and dodged it narrowly again.

It seemed Wei Yang not only had mind-reading abilities but also some fighting skills. Though he looked refined and not like someone trained, these combat experiences were probably gained in the Zhong Yan Zhi Di.

"Old Qiao seems off." Chen Jun Nan frowned. "His movements are so strange."

Qi Xia glanced at Qiao Jia Jin and quickly figured it out, then smiled. "Don't worry."

Wei Yang dodged Qiao Jia Jin's attack once more and laughed uproariously: "Kid! Your mouth doesn't lie, but your actions do! You think it's clever, but what comes out is nothing!"

Qiao Jia Jin pulled back his fist again and furrowed his brow: "I be damned... So weak and floppy. What kind of body is this?"