Chapter 385: Trash Talk Kills

"Xu Xiaoshou?"

Feeling the scrutinizing gazes of everyone present, Xu Xiaoshou softly murmured his own name.

He glanced at the information bar.

"Received gaze, passive value, 239."

"Received concern, passive value, 120."

"Received suspicion, passive value, 113."

Even just standing still, the information bar kept updating rapidly, and with the increasing number of people here, the values were steadily rising.

A slight smile tugged at the corners of Xu Xiaoshou's mouth.

"Damn, this place is heaven!"

Surveying the entire banquet hall, there were probably no less than six or seven hundred people.

The crowd was clustered in groups, and he had only attracted about half of them, yet he was already gaining such amounts of passive value.

At this rate of accumulation, by the end of the night, it would be equivalent to traversing Heiluoya Cliff again!

But without any pain or suffering!

Xu Xiaoshou collected his thoughts and looked at the elder Wen Song, slowly shaking his head. "Everyone, you've got the wrong person. I'm not Xu Xiaoshou."

He shook his head openly and frankly, as if he truly didn't know the person or even the name.

"Ha, young one, do you really think you can deceive me so easily?" Wen Song sneered.

Xu Xiaoshou's words were completely meaningless.

As Wen Chong's great-grandfather, he adored Chong'er immensely. After hearing of Chong'er's death, he had looked at Xu Xiaoshou's portrait hundreds of times.

This person, even turned to ash, he would recognize!

Not just Wen Song, but Chao Meng as well, and the various young talents present, none of them believed it.

Who are you trying to fool?

One person mistaking you is one thing, but how could three or four people all be wrong?

"Received suspicion, passive value, 336."

Xu Xiaoshou glanced at the information bar, almost unable to suppress his laughter. He seriously scanned the crowd.

"It's really not me; maybe everyone has the wrong idea."

"Received suspicion, passive value, 364."

Chao Meng stroked his beard and said with a cold laugh, "I thought that since you killed someone and dared to walk in here openly to face us, you'd be a real man, but unexpectedly..."

"You don't even dare to admit your own name?"

Xu Xiaoshou shook his head: "Perhaps, I just look too much like him?"

"Received doubt, passive value, 322."

"Xu Xiaoshou!"

Wen Song interrupted him: "Stop pretending. We know your appearance and your strength; how could we be wrong?"

"Ah."

Xu Xiaoshou sighed, "You don't believe me?"

"If you don't believe, that's right; actually, I am Xu Xiaoshou." He grinned.

Everyone: ???

This sudden turn left everyone baffled.

"What on earth is this guy doing?"

"Just now he was adamantly denying it, and now he's admitting it?"

"This kid... he shouldn't admit it!"

"If he doesn't admit it, even in this City Lord's Mansion, not even the Wang Seat could touch him!"

"But if he admits it, will those old fogies let him off easy?"

Some were confused, while others worried for this stranger, but Xu Xiaoshou paid no attention.

He silently watched the information bar:

"Received doubt, passive value, 344."

"Received discussion, passive value, 411."

After a flurry of updates, Xu Xiaoshou could no longer contain his excitement.

In just a few sentences, he had already accumulated thousands of passive points!

This was almost unbelievable!

Indeed, this City Lord's Mansion was the place to fatten his wallet!

Xu Xiaoshou suddenly realized that such easily obtained passive points weren't the maximum limit.

He had to do something more, while there were many refining spirit masters here, and before the crowd entered the arena's barrier shield.

"How about this: if I don't admit it, you don't believe me, and if I do admit it, you're still doubting?"

Xu Xiaoshou spread his hands, "So, what's the point of you asking for my name?"

Chao Meng and Wen Song exchanged glances, both seeing the strangeness in each other's eyes.

This kid...

He's a bit odd!

His way of speaking doesn't follow any logic, leaving them speechless for a moment.

"You killed..."

Wen Song was about to speak, but Xu Xiaoshou interrupted: "I killed someone, that's right, what does it have to do with you?"

Wen Song was stunned.

You killed someone, and what does it have to do with me?

That's my grandson!

"You!"

He angrily tried to rebuke, but Xu Xiaoshou waved his hand, "You want to avenge him?"

"Fight me?"

"Here?"

"With the strong bullying the weak?"

Wen Song: "..."

This barrage of questions left him flushed and at a loss for words.

I... that's exactly what I meant!

But...

You...

Saying it like this...

How can I admit it?

"Received curse, passive value, 1."

Wen Song almost choked; he took a deep breath and began to think.

If the other party is so straightforward, what should I say in response to save face?

The surrounding young talents watched with strange expressions.

This guy...

He's quite formidable!

"I've never seen someone so sharp-tongued... But what he said does make some sense?"

"No, it's not just some sense; it's outright bullying the weak with strength!"

"Exactly! I hate it most when the elders step in after the youngsters lose; it's despicable!"

"You've got it wrong; it's not that he was beaten, from their conversation, it seems he was killed."

"Same difference!"

Everyone discussed animatedly, and unwittingly, Xu Xiaoshou became the center of attention in the banquet hall. More people noticed the disturbance and gathered around.

"Received admiration, passive value, 162."

"Received discussion, passive value, 477."

"Received contempt, passive value, 62."

Xu Xiaoshou glanced at the information bar, not minding it much, and looked back at the old man, finding that the guy still hadn't recovered.

This is too weak!

Is he usually flattered in his family, lost in compliments, and forgotten how to argue?

Then why did you even open your mouth in front of me?

Xu Xiaoshou raised an eyebrow, put on a mocking expression, and snorted.

"Heh, you old fogey acting all high and mighty."

He stepped forward, staring at the old man with a stern gaze: "Back then, it was just an exchange among the younger generation; that guy attacked first, and I accidentally killed him, which was purely an accident."

"But you, using this as an excuse, want to jump on me right away?"

"With your peak Grandmaster cultivation, wanting to fight me, a mere mid-Yuan Court Realm practitioner?"

"How shameless!"

"You're really something!"

Xu Xiaoshou mocked without mercy.

Frankly, now even a mere peak Grandmaster was beneath his notice.

At worst, he could just call out A Jie.

Others can call for their grandpa when they lose; why can't I call for my son, right?

His remarks were like slapping Wen Song, who hadn't yet figured out how to respond, right in the face.

The old man trembled with anger, muttering incoherently, but couldn't form a complete sentence.

"You... you..."

"What about you? Stuttering?"