Chapter 239: Silly Cute Ring Treasure

Zhao Xidong was once again slapped to the ground by Xiao Qixiu.

He got up, scratching his head, full of grievance, his eyes brimming with tears as he said, "Guess! I already said it's just a guess!"

Xiao Qixiu sneered, "Hmph! Keep your pointless guesses to yourself. Who is Sang Lao? The vice-dean of Tian Sang Ling Gong—how could he be a Sheng Nu?"

"Do you know that just spouting wild thoughts like this could bring disaster to the Ling Gong?"

"I've told you so many times: when enforcing the laws of Ling Fa Ge, you need evidence!"

He poked the young man's head beside him and snapped, "Do you want to end up on the execution platform?"

Zhao Xidong immediately shrank his neck and fell silent, not daring to reply.

Xiao Qixiu slammed the table and barked, "Eat! Finish up and get out of here!"

He was genuinely angry. Suspecting anyone was one thing, but suspecting Sang Lao?

If you said he was a hidden pawn of Sheng Shen Dian Tang, that might still be up for debate.

But...

Sheng Nu?

Not to mention the closest old folks here couldn't see it, just based on the longstanding feud between that straw-hatted old man and that damned organization, fought over years without end, he couldn't possibly be one of them!

"Idiot who doesn't know anything, still babbling away..." Xiao Qixiu muttered under his breath, grabbing a wine pot and slamming it down with a bang.

Wrong one!

Zhao Xidong jumped at the sound and quickly pushed over a water cup to Xiao Qixiu. "Calm down, huh!"

With that, he grabbed a goose leg from the table, stripped it clean in a few bites, and stood up.

"I'm full!"

He wanted to slip away.

This place was too intimidating; just sitting with these big shots made him uncomfortable.

And with Xiao Qixiu in a foul mood, even though Zhao Xidong was usually fearless, he couldn't help feeling a bit uneasy right now.

No way around it—he'd been scolded so many times over the years that it had left a psychological scar.

"Wait!"

Before he could take two steps, Ye Xiaotian's voice came from behind. Zhao Xidong turned around involuntarily.

The white-haired Daoist boy was looking down, his fingers lightly tapping the table, as if deep in thought.

Xiao Qixiu asked in surprise, "You believe this kid's nonsense?"

Qiao Qianzhi was also gazing at Ye Xiaotian in disbelief, only to see the latter shake his head gently.

"I don't believe it!"

The two words rang out with unshakable conviction, based on all his years of knowing that old man.

But the next second, Ye Xiaotian deflated.

"However, he taught me that in this world, you can't trust anyone except yourself!"

After sighing, a flash of sharpness gleamed in Ye Xiaotian's eyes, and he turned to Zhao Xidong, saying solemnly:

"Go and check where Sang Lao has been all these years, what he's done, who he's killed..."

"Especially, I want all the intelligence related to Sheng Nu!"

Zhao Xidong was stunned for a moment, then his eyes lit up with excitement.

Investigating the vice-dean? That was something he wouldn't have dared to even think about!

"Yes!"

Ye Xiaotian looked at the two shocked old companions and shook his head slightly, picking up his chopsticks on his own.

"It's always better to check, just in case—not afraid of ten thousand, but afraid of the one."

"Oh, and..."

As Zhao Xidong bowed and was about to leave, Ye Xiaotian seemed to remember something. He rubbed his temples with his chopsticks, looking troubled as he said:

"While you're at it, keep an eye on Xu Xiaoshou for me. Make him lay low for a few days—I'm sick of it!"

"Xu Xiaoshou, wait for me!"

A call followed the much-discussed Xu Xiaoshou.

"Passive value received: 1."

Xu Xiaoshou stopped, a bit of a headache coming on, and turned to the one-armed tall guy, sighing, "How many times do I have to say it? That's not a knife—it's just an iron block!"

"And I don't even know any knife techniques!"

Zhou Tianshen didn't believe it at all.

If that wasn't a knife and he didn't know knife techniques, what had he seen earlier?

That ring knife, over a zhang long, sweeping through the air and decapitating Zhang Xin Xiong in one go!

It was so dominating, even surpassing the golden tyrant blade on his own back by quite a bit!

No, by far more!

"I just want to look at it once, touch it—I don't want your knife." Zhou Tianshen pleaded.

"Wipe that drool off!" Xu Xiaoshou was completely fed up. He'd been pestered the whole way and couldn't take it anymore, so he suddenly said, "Do you remember the last scene in Tian Xuan Gate?"

Zhou Tianshen paused. The last scene...

It seemed like a kid had beaten him flying?

"Exactly, it's that!"

Xu Xiaoshou pulled out the iron ball from his pocket. Zhou Tianshen's eyes lit up immediately.

That was the thing—back then, everyone had been fooled by its appearance, even Zhang Xin Xiong.

Who would have thought that with one transformation and slash, it would dominate the scene!

"Transform!"

"Turn into a knife!" he said excitedly.

"Really want to see?" Xu Xiaoshou asked seriously.

Zhou Tianshen didn't notice the irritated look in the young man's eyes at all. He swallowed hard and nodded eagerly.

Xu Xiaoshou sighed and tossed the iron ball into the air. It instantly transformed into a puppet child.

"A-Jie, hold back a bit."

Zhou Tianshen sensed something was off as soon as he heard that and looked up sharply, only to see a fist rapidly enlarging in his pupils.

His vision went black, and he passed out!

"Whew, finally some peace..."

Xu Xiaoshou breathed a sigh of relief. Before the tall guy hit the ground, he caught him and hoisted him over his shoulder.

This guy was way too chatty, going on from the life-and-death arena to the anomalies in Tian Xuan Gate, and now to the ring knife... Xu Xiaoshou had no patience to explain it all.

If he really had to, it would take half a day!

He hadn't even sorted out his own doubts yet, so might as well knock him out and be done with it.

After dealing with Zhou Tianshen, he looked at A-Jie.

The thing was still in its child form, not growing at all, but it felt different somehow.

"Can you turn into a knife, or a sword?" Xu Xiaoshou asked.

"Mama..." A-Jie murmured, his eyes glowing red.

Xu Xiaoshou was speechless. Was it not listening unless in combat mode?

Or maybe his bond with it wasn't strong enough to command it perfectly?

He tried a few more times, but aside from getting it to say "Mama" a couple more times, there was no response at all.

"Tsk, not helpful at all!"

Xu Xiaoshou stroked his chin thoughtfully. Iron ball, child, ring knife...

What exactly was this thing? Besides these three forms, did it have other functions?

"It must have!"

"But I just don't know how to trigger them..."

Xu Xiaoshou started to get a headache.

The thought of that ring knife slicing through someone like Zhang Xin Xiong, a grandmaster-level figure, in one go made him itch with anticipation.

Holding such a treasure but not being able to control it fully was frustrating!

He casually nicked his finger, letting a drop of blood fall onto A-Jie's head.

Xu Xiaoshou watched expectantly as the blood slid down from the top of A-Jie's head, across the bridge of his nose, and into his lips.

"Buzz!"

A flash of red light in the eyes, and he could clearly feel the puppet child's emotions surging.

"It worked?"

Xu Xiaoshou was overjoyed and shouted, "Turn into a sword!"

"Mama..."

A-Jie tilted his head, staring blankly at the young man in front of him.

Xu Xiaoshou: "..."

Oh, heavens! Why were all the things he got like this?

A backstabbing Zang Ku, and now this dim-witted treasure?

"I..."