Chapter 293: Heavenly Dao Game

Pffft!

The young master in white robes was about to lose his mind.

He finally understood—these two were working together!

"You... how can you do this in the Dan Shi Guild..."

"What about us?"

Xu Xiaoshou looked bewildered. "We're just chatting. Why are you interfering? It's none of your business, so hurry up and leave."

The young master in white robes felt a surge of anger bubbling up in his chest.

If he just walked away like this, where would he put his face?

"What's your name? I want to challenge you!" He gripped his sword and declared solemnly.

"Challenge?"

Xu Xiaoshou raised an eyebrow. "You're not still thinking that if you beat me, you can win the beauty, are you?"

The young master in white robes was speechless again.

This guy...

How did he know what I was thinking?

"I..."

"What I! No need to explain." Xu Xiaoshou waved his hand. "As the saying goes, explanations are just cover-ups, and cover-ups mean it's the truth."

"Uh!"

The young master in white robes' chest heaved, as if he were choking on a surge of blood.

Xu Xiaoshou was shocked. "Seriously? Are you going to cough up blood over this?"

He shouldn't have said that; the young master's face turned beet red, and he started choking.

Pffft!

No blood came out, just a spray of saliva into the air.

"Gross."

Xu Xiaoshou looked disgusted and quickly shielded his shimei, pulling her back a few steps.

"You little brat, don't run! Challenge me!" The young master in white robes felt utterly humiliated, thrusting his sword toward the sky and roaring in fury.

"So chuunibyou..." Xu Xiaoshou sighed. "Who even duels these days? If you want to fight, let's go to the life-and-death arena. Are you in?"

Fu Xing: ???

So... direct?

Is that necessary?

He felt a bit intimidated, but in the hall, the handful of people present had gathered around, and their numbers suddenly seemed quite imposing.

Under all those eyes, who, in the flush of youth, could back down?

"Wait!"

Xu Xiaoshou cut in before the man could speak, saying seriously, "Think this through. Don't act on impulse. Impulse is the devil!"

The young master in white robes finally calmed down a little, but then he heard Xu Xiaoshou continue, "You can't beat me, so there's no point dying over something so ridiculous."

Pffft!

This time, the young master in white robes' spit really contained a trace of blood.

I'm at the peak of Shangling, and I can't beat you?

"I..."

"Wait!"

"Cursed, passive value, 1."

Xu Xiaoshou was baffled. He pointed to the side, indicating it wasn't him speaking this time.

The young master in white robes turned his head, wondering if he had forgotten to check the almanac before heading out today—this trip was turning into a total disaster.

The speaker was clearly a guard from the Ancient Pagoda who knew the young master in white robes.

He cupped his fists toward him. "Young Master Fu, this is the Dan Shi Guild. Please don't cause any trouble."

Then he turned to Xu Xiaoshou, stepped forward lightly, and said in a low voice, "This young master, let Young Master Fu get a few words in. He's about to lose it."

Xu Xiaoshou: "..."

Young Master Fu?

He vaguely felt that the surname was familiar.

Fu Yinhong?

Thinking of the female deputy commander of the Jinwei Army from the back street of the Duojin Merchant Bank that day, Xu Xiaoshou's expression turned strange.

Could it be? Was the world really this small?

Was Fu a noble surname in Tiansang City?

He pulled the guard aside and asked quietly, "What's the city lord's surname?"

Sympathy flashed across the guard's face. He could tell this was an outsider.

Any local would know better than to talk to the eldest young master like that.

"Surnamed Fu—this is the eldest young master, Fu Xing!"

Xu Xiaoshou's heart sank, his legs went weak, and he regretted it deeply.

Fu Xing...

The eldest young master of the City Lord's Mansion?

That meant the Fu Yinhong he had seen that day might really be this guy's sister?

All from the City Lord's Mansion?

What had he done to deserve this? Just coming down from the mountain, and he kept running into these big shots?

Or was it that everyone in Tiansang City was some kind of VIP?

Xu Xiaoshou looked at the young master in white robes and asked, knowing full well, "Are you surnamed Fu?"

"No, I'm not surnamed Fu!"

Eldest Young Master Fu Xing was dead set on challenging Xu Xiaoshou. He knew that if his identity came out, this guy might not dare fight him anymore.

But...

If things always went that way, the frustration in his heart couldn't keep getting vented on the Jinwei Army!

"You want to challenge me?" Xu Xiaoshou asked.

"That's right."

"In that case, can I set the rules?"

Xu Xiaoshou knew he couldn't avoid this mess. If he didn't deal with this guy, it would probably lead to a whole string of problems.

As for that Fu Yinhong, chopping that Jinwei Army probably wasn't a major crime, right?

Fu Xing was stunned. This guy... he seemed to know my identity now, and he still dared to accept the challenge?

He looked at him with fresh respect.

Glancing at Mu Zixi, Fu Xing lifted his chin. "Fine."

"Good."

Xu Xiaoshou clapped his hands right away. "I have a battle that's completely determined by heaven, where life and death are fated, and fortune is in the hands of heaven. Do you dare to take it on?"

"What's there to fear!"

"And if you lose?"

Fu Xing smirked. "I'll lose?"

"You will!"

"Haha ha!" Fu Xing laughed. "If I lose, you can do whatever you want with me!"

"If I can do whatever I want with you, then wouldn't I become your master?"

The moment he said it, everyone watching changed color. Xu Xiaoshou quickly added, "Your status is too noble—that wouldn't be right. If you lose, just call me brother; no need to call me master!"

Fu Xing sneered.

This guy really knew how to dream. This heaven-determined challenge hadn't even started, and you could already foresee the future? That you'd win?

"In that case, let's begin!" Xu Xiaoshou said vaguely.

"Wait!"

Fu Xing was on high alert now, having been tricked before, and he quickly spotted the gap in Xu Xiaoshou's words.

"You haven't said—what happens if you lose?"

Xu Xiaoshou was surprised. This guy actually thought it through?

"If I lose..." He hesitated for a moment, ultimately not daring to bet himself.

"If I lose, I'll give you what you want most."

"Oh?" Fu Xing was curious. "You know what I want most?"

"Here."

Xu Xiaoshou pushed Mu Zixi forward. "You don't want this?"

Mu Zixi: ???

She realized that every time she just watched Xu Xiaoshou, she ended up getting dragged into the mess. What was going on?

"Cursed, passive value, 1, 1, 1, 1..."

Surprise flashed in Fu Xing's eyes, but agreeing like this would be too frivolous!

If he didn't agree, though, he couldn't let it go...

"Don't pretend."

Xu Xiaoshou called him out directly. "Shall we start?"

Fu Xing's face flushed red, and he dropped the subject of the bet. "Go ahead and explain the rules!"

Xu Xiaoshou nodded, his aura sharpening as he paced with his hands behind his back.

"This is a very simple heavenly game, betting on luck and opportunity—something this world probably hasn't seen before."

"It's like this: You fully extend the five fingers of one hand, representing heavenly fate."

"At this time, to break heavenly fate, I can only use two fingers, symbolizing 'my fate is in my own hands, not heaven's' and 'I will never submit'!"

"And at this time, to break the situation again, you can only retract the heavenly path..."

"Make a fist?" Fu Xing interjected suddenly.

"Yes! Only by striking with a heavy fist can you smash the one who defies heaven, for under the heavenly path, the common people must not rebel..."

Xu Xiaoshou's words cut off abruptly as he sensed something was wrong.

He looked up and saw Fu Xing's face, dark as ink, and was immediately taken aback.

"You know this game?"