Chapter 639: Don't Worry, I Have It Under Control

Xu Xiaoshou suddenly felt a sense of enlightenment.

He had known earlier that Zhang Xin Xiong had suppressed his cultivation, waiting for the Wang Cheng trial.

Later, when they entered Bai Ku, he saw many geniuses from major forces, and none of them exceeded the Zongshi level.

It seemed they were all preparing for their respective Wang Cheng trials.

What he had never considered was that this so-called Wang Cheng trial directly determined eligibility to enter Sheng Gong.

"No wonder..."

Twirling his fingers, Xu Xiaoshou's mind started racing.

After encountering so many geniuses, he knew that people who could fight above their level were not uncommon in this world.

At the very least,

Cultivation alone couldn't decide everything.

And if it was a major city like Dongtian Wang Cheng, with the allure of Sheng Gong trial eligibility, the people he would meet there would truly be the elites from various regions, right?

He didn't know how elite they could be, and he didn't care.

But at the very least, such places might be full of Lian Ling Shi?

"Lian Ling Shi means passive values."

"If I put on the black robe, pick up the Four Swords, and shout, 'I am Bazun An,' what would happen?"

Xu Xiaoshou chuckled to himself.

He thought it might instantly max out a Zongshi-level passive skill.

But more likely, as soon as the passive skill was maxed, he would be taken away by the Bai Yi.

That idea was indeed a bit dangerous...

After thinking for a moment, Xu Xiaoshou asked, "Sang Lao was indeed... wait, before he was captured, he did mention Dongtian Wang Cheng briefly, but he didn't say much. Did you two discuss this, or what?"

He was a bit suspicious.

These two big shots both wanted him to go to Dongtian Wang Cheng...

It wasn't that he was overly paranoid, but he'd been tricked so many times lately.

Among this, could there be some hidden trap?

However, after thinking it over, this really was the best path right now.

No matter how he pondered, he couldn't think of any other variables.

It couldn't be that once he got there, it would be another Bai Ku, another big net, and he'd become bait again, inexplicably getting some weird thing and dragging in a bunch of troubles he couldn't handle, could it?

As Xu Xiaoshou thought about it, a chill ran down his spine.

"Don't worry, I won't trick you." Bazun An smiled.

Xu Xiaoshou panicked even more.

"I haven't said anything yet, and you're already defending yourself? This is clearly—"

"How about this!"

Bazun An interrupted: "Going to Dongtian Wang Cheng, taking first in the trial, and successfully entering the Sixiang Secret Realm is one of your assessments as a Sheng Nu, in other words, a task!"

Xu Xiaoshou was speechless.

An assessment?

This Sheng Nu brought him here, and now there's an assessment?

"What if I fail the assessment?"

Xu Xiaoshou stared at the person in front of him, his eyes wide—one bigger than the other.

"Then, of course, I'd directly kick... uh."

Bazun An stopped mid-sentence.

He saw the young man's suddenly excited expression and a hint of expectation deep in his eyes...

Expectation?

Upon truly seeing what this guy was thinking, Bazun An felt both amused and exasperated.

For anyone else, if they were noticed by the Eighth Sword Immortal, they would go through fire and water without hesitation.

How come this Xu Xiaoshou looked like he was hoping to "fail the assessment and get out"?

"If you fail, I'll terminate your freedom of action. From then on, you have to stay by my side, and I'll personally guide you!"

Bazun An said it heavily, but felt it didn't quite fit.

Wasn't this supposed to be a punishment for failing?

For others, wouldn't this be a huge reward?

But seeing Xu Xiaoshou's face turn ashen, he understood.

"So, my appeal as Bazun An isn't as great as I thought..."

"Cursed, passive value, 1."

Xu Xiaoshou tried to find some humor in his misery and barely caught the bit of information the other had given.

"Freedom of action?" he asked.

"Yes." Bazun An nodded.

"What you mean is, if I choose to go to Dongtian Wang Cheng, everything will be up to me to decide, all choices in my own hands, and you... won't interfere?"

"Yes."

"I don't believe it!"

Xu Xiaoshou shook his head firmly.

The more it sounded like that, the more it seemed like a trap.

Bazun An laughed: "Not only that, if you really run into any trouble, just send a message to the Sheng Nu, and someone will immediately come to support you, with the highest priority!"

Xu Xiaoshou: "..."

He was silent for a long time, verifying: "You're not deceiving me?"

"No."

"You're really not deceiving me?"

"No!"

Glancing at his information panel, it showed no reaction.

That meant Bazun An's words were true.

But why?

"Why are you being so good to me?" Xu Xiaoshou was puzzled.

"Because you're Sang Lao Er's disciple, so you're like half my disciple."

Bazun An finished, paused, and added: "Of course, giving you this message is also so you can go all out without holding back—do whatever you want, the bigger the spectacle, the better."

Mu Zixi, standing nearby, was startled.

Is this guy crazy?

Is he really the Eighth Sword Immortal?

Has he lost his mind?

Doesn't he know that even under Sang Lao's repeated suppression, Xu Xiaoshou still caused all sorts of unspeakable mischief?

If you give him this authority, won't Dongtian Wang Cheng be thrown into chaos?

Mu Zixi wasn't worried about how strong or big Dongtian Wang Cheng was, or if it could completely lose order because of one person.

She only knew that Xu Xiaoshou's innate-level destructive power had already attracted the attention of Wangzuo, Zhan Dao, and even Taixu figures.

If you back him up...

"No... uh."

She anxiously tried to speak, but Xu Xiaoshou covered her mouth and pulled her to his side, ignoring her kicking and struggling, just staring fixedly at Bazun An.

"What if I get into trouble? How do I contact you?"

Bazun An felt an inexplicable twinge in his heart.

He knew Xu Xiaoshou had quite the destructive power, mostly from what Sang Lao Er had told him.

But he hadn't seen it firsthand.

After all, the latter part of Bai Ku and the battle with Gou Wuyue were as he had expected.

None of that had anything to do with Xu Xiaoshou.

The most surprising thing for him was that Jin Zhao Lao Zu had given up waiting and contacted Xu Xiaoshou early—that was unexpected.

But aside from that, looking at Xu Xiaoshou's journey, it seemed fine?

How destructive could it be...?

Bazun An calmed himself.

He was planning something big; a mere Xiantian could only cause so much damage.

In the end, he might even need storytellers and others to hype it up.

Thinking that way, it didn't seem so exaggerated.

"The token."

He said calmly: "The token I gave you—if something happens, use Jian Nian to communicate with it, and I'll sense it."

As soon as he said that,

Xu Xiaoshou felt like a massive wall had appeared behind him.

The wall was boundless in length and width, incredibly thick.

It was the kind that, once you leaned on it, even if Gou Wuyue showed up with a fierce face, you could just sit down and sleep.

"I've got it."

Xu Xiaoshou suddenly stood up, grabbed Mu Zixi by the neck—without realizing he had lifted her off the ground—and said seriously: "If something happens, I'll definitely contact you right away with Jian Nian... wait, sword contact you."

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

Bazun An glanced at Mu Zixi, whose neck was turning red, and for some reason, he also stood up.

After a long silence, he finally said,

"Take it easy—try not to provoke anyone above Sheng Ren."

Xu Xiaoshou's eyes lit up instantly.

What that meant was, anyone below Sheng Ren, including Taixu powerhouses,

He, Xu Xiaoshou, had nothing to fear?

"Don't worry!"

Realizing this, Xu Xiaoshou clenched his fist tightly, excited: "Dongtian Wang Cheng is a big city, different from Bai Ku—I know my limits."

Mu Zixi forcibly turned her head and saw her senior brother like this, knowing he was getting carried away.

She wanted to warn the Eighth Sword Immortal, but Xu Xiaoshou was holding her too tightly—she could barely breathe, let alone speak.

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

Bazun An looked at the night sky and nodded slightly.

His goal was achieved, so he didn't want to say more.

"As long as you have a plan."

With that, he started to leave.

"Wait!"

Xu Xiaoshou called out to him, "I can agree to all your conditions, but on one premise—you have to give me that person."

Bazun An stopped.

"Hmm?"

Under the night sky, the people who had been resting all woke up.

After learning that Xu Xiaoshou wasn't following the main group, everyone was a bit surprised.

Among them, the most surprised was the storyteller, who looked eager.

"Brother!"

"This is a gift I carefully prepared for you—how can you just give it away?"

He looked at Xin Gugu on the side, who was still weak and pale but had been saved by "Yin Yang Sheng Si," and felt quite angry.

Of course, he could do without Xin Gugu.

This was just an irrelevant Minotaur—maybe fun because of the blood rebirth ability, but nothing more.

But...

"You're giving this away too?"

The storyteller shook the spatial paper in his hand, in disbelief.

He didn't know what the two had discussed in the cave and didn't dare to eavesdrop.

But he never expected that the sealed ghost beast his brother had longed for could be given away just like that—was this a joke?

"Release it and give it to him."

Bazun An said emotionlessly, as if the unopened gift was worthless.

"No!"

The storyteller glared viciously at Xu Xiaoshou, who shrank back and hid behind Bazun An, not daring to speak.

"Really not giving it?"

Bazun An's face darkened.

"But..."

"Wuu wuu wuu."

The storyteller's eyes curved, and big teardrops rolled down his cheeks, making Cen Qiaofu in the back clench his fists tightly.

"Give it to him—I said so!" Bazun An's tone grew heavier.

The storyteller had no choice but to glare fiercely at Xu Xiaoshou before releasing the spatial paper.

"Sizzle."

Gray mist instantly spread out.

At that moment, everyone's expressions tightened.

The four giants of Sheng Nu were no ordinary people, so they could all sense the faint trace of Jie Nan force mixed in the sealed mist.

Bazun An was a bit surprised.

The person Xu Xiaoshou wanted seemed quite extraordinary?

Before the spatial paper was released, he had no idea it contained a sealed ghost beast.

And as for the sealing attribute—it seemed he knew who it was.

In the world, only one person had that.

The gray mist dispersed, revealing a serene woman in white.

She seemed to have endured great pain, her face pale as paper, but when she saw the people present, her expression only paused slightly before her gaze fell on the young man behind Bazun An.

"Xu Xiaoshou?"

Xu Xiaoshou poked his head out and grinned: "Mo Shi Jie, long time no see."

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

Xu Xiaoshou pulled Mu Zixi behind him and was about to step forward, but Bazun An suddenly spoke: "Feng Yu Jin?"

Mo Mo was startled: "Senior?"

She didn't know who this person was.

He looked like he only had Xiantian cultivation, but the several giants around him, at least at Wangzuo level, seemed to defer to him, so she could only address him as senior.

"Call him out."

Bazun An said coldly—he never showed his emotions to outsiders.

"He..."

Mo Mo hesitated.

These people seemed to know something?

"They all know."

Xu Xiaoshou transmitted his voice: "The one standing in front of you is Bazun An, the legendary Eighth Sword Immortal. He probably knows the guy inside you. Let him out—they might catch up, and it could solve your problem."

Mo Mo pursed her lips.

Solve her problem?

Others might think that, but she had long since despaired.

A ghost beast residing in her was a locked fate.

Apart from being taken over and dying, just staying alive was already a stroke of luck.

How could she escape?

"He doesn't want to come out..."

Mo Mo softly refused, but suddenly her face twisted, and dense gray mist burst from her body.

The next second, a crisp laugh came from her mouth.

"Bazun An!"

The voice was deep, filled with hatred and a hint of fear.

Xu Xiaoshou's heart tightened.

Just from that, he knew they definitely knew each other.

But the gray mist person had been born in Bai Ku years ago.

From Mo Mo's reaction, she clearly hadn't met the Sheng Nu people before.

So, how did these two from completely different eras know each other?

Bazun An walked forward with his hands behind his back, standing in front of the gray mist person, his brows furrowed: "According to the Bai Mai plan, Jin Zhao Lao Zu was supposed to help you escape from Bai Ku, and you should have gone straight to Xukong Island to undo the 'Si Wu Zhen.' Am I right?"

The night air turned cold.

Xu Xiaoshou shivered.

He turned to look at Mu Zixi, and even she could hear the wealth of information in that sentence.

Xu Xiaoshou felt things had suddenly gotten complicated.

The gray mist person was not only connected to Bazun An but also to Xukong Island?

And Jin Zhao Lao Zu?

If there was any term in this world that was unique,

Jin Zhao might just be that.

Himself, Sang Lao, Sang Lao's master...

Xu Xiaoshou recalled Sang Lao's last words before being captured: "Your next backer is Sheng Gong, Long Rong Zhi."

Without a doubt, that was his grandmaster's title.

And generally, the outside world referred to him as Jin Zhao Bansheng.

This "Jin Zhao Lao Zu" was clearly not Jin Zhao Bansheng!

"So, is it that Langbei Sheng Ren?"

In a flash: m.piaotian5