Black Myth: Starting from the Destined One
Chapter 171 - 155: If We Talk About Having a Sharp Tongue, No One Can Beat Me

Chapter 171: Chapter 155: If We Talk About Having a Sharp Tongue, No One Can Beat Me

Li Ping’an immediately recalled similar Talisman patterns in his mind, then he closed his eyes, gathered his "spirit," and channeled his Mana into the brush, drawing a Fire-Subduing Earth Thunder Talisman based on his intuition!

Mind aligned, focusing his spirit on the technique, this time Li Ping’an’s process of Drawing Talismans was achieved effortlessly and seamlessly.

"What a pity! Since Night Traveler rules forbid killing, I only imbued it with a bit of Mana. Otherwise, we could have witnessed the true power of the Five Thunder Talisman Technique."

Li Ping’an felt regretful, but after completing the first Fire-Subduing Earth Thunder Talisman, he initially intended to deal with Xie Wenren, yet couldn’t help but draw three more that were brimming with Mana.

"Although these three Fire-Subduing Earth Thunder Talismans can’t be used against Xie Wenren, I can keep them for self-defense later on."

Li Ping’an looked at the four talismans with satisfaction. He hid the ones filled with pure Mana in his sleeve for self-protection and concealed the one meant for Xie Wenren in the palm of his hand.

"Thanks, everyone, watch out, and don’t deny it when the time comes!"

After thanking the tavern owner and addressing the crowd, Li Ping’an picked up his cup and left Drunken Immortal Residence. Once outside, he bent down to pick up a pea-sized pebble and held it between his fingers as he walked to the designated combat area set by Night Traveler.

Naturally, everyone’s attention was still focused on the intense fight between Defrocked Monk Mahaparinirvana and Xie Wenren.

"Why has Supreme Treasure suddenly appeared? Could he be about to tell Xie Wenren that it was I who killed Cen Changqing?"

Iron Staff Wang Lang, hiding at the entrance of the alley, was the first among all to notice the quietly appearing Li Ping’an. Anxiety and unease surged in his heart. He immediately grabbed his weapon, ready to flee at a moment’s notice if Li Ping’an revealed the fact that he had killed Cen Wenqing, and quickly leave Chang’an City to continue his life in Jianghu, enduring the harshness of bloodshed and varying fortunes.

"Aiya, whose Taoist is this, making a fool of himself here?"

Li Ping’an, holding a cup in one hand and an eye on Xie Wenren fighting with Defrocked Monk Mahaparinirvana, commented.

"Hmm?"

After this scoff from Li Ping’an, the surrounding crowd shifted their focus to him, their eyes turning sideways.

"Who is this man? Do you know him?"

"No!"

After confirming with each other, one of the Night Travelers near Li Ping’an immediately bowed his head and asked:

"May I ask who you are?"

"A guest unappeased by the ways of heaven and earth, a madman in the Human Realm! I am none other than Li Ping’an!"

Li Ping’an declared boldly.

"Interesting, very interesting."

The Night Traveler said ponderingly as he continued to look at Li Ping’an and then asked:

"May I ask why you suddenly appear, what exactly do you intend to do?"

Pointing at Xie Wenren, who was fighting with Defrocked Monk Mahaparinirvana, Li Ping’an arrogantly declared:

"I’ve watched from behind that tavern for quite a while, and I just wanted to denounce that waste from the Flame Cloud Sect, Xie Wenren!"

Li Ping’an then directly targeted Xie Wenren and loudly taunted:

"Hey, hey, hey, Taoist, Flame Cloud Sect is such a renowned name, how come it produced a waste like you? You can’t even defeat my elder brother Mahaparinirvana, yet you still have the face to avenge others? It truly is the biggest joke under heaven!"

"..."

Xie Wenren, who was fiercely fighting, felt a slight turmoil in his heart after hearing those words, but he still concentrated on his intense fight with Mahaparinirvana, the Defrocked Monk.

"Look at your swordsmanship, so mediocre, and then look at your spells, nothing but minor tricks. Could it be that you learned from your master’s wife?"

Li Ping’an continued to taunt him to draw Xie Wenren’s attention.

"Do not get distracted! At such times, one must never get distracted!"

When Xie Wenren had come to Drunken Immortal Residence to seek revenge, he saw the young man who had been drinking with Mahaparinirvana, the Defrocked Monk—this brat, but he didn’t expect this brat to suddenly start causing trouble, with a mouth "stinkier" than Mahaparinirvana’s, cursing more unpleasantly than Mahaparinirvana.

With his temperament, how could he tolerate Li Ping’an’s endless mocking, but currently, in a match with a top-level martial arts expert like Mahaparinirvana, getting distracted would inevitably affect him, and Mahaparinirvana might just exploit that opportunity.

Xie Wenren kept persuading himself, yet Li Ping’an seemed not to stop at all, uttering the most hurtful insults:

"Hey hey hey, Taoist, if you didn’t have that damned Yinrang Ring, wouldn’t you be dead already? I think you, this piece of trash, shouldn’t even bother fighting. Just admit defeat to save Flame Cloud Sect from further embarrassment!"

"Your foul mouth..."

Xie Wenren, after all, was inexperienced in the world. Earlier he was looked down upon by Wenjin, played by Wang Lang, and now his mind was disturbed by Li Ping’ an’s foul language, and just as he retorted and got distracted, Mahaparinirvana seized the opportunity, landing a punch on his chest, but thankfully, he was protected by the Purple Qi Membrane that showed signs of shattering, saving him from certain death!

"Hahaha! What did I tell you!"

Li Ping’an pointed at the sent flying Xie Wenren and laughed loudly around the spectators:

"Look at this trash, if it wasn’t for the magic artifact protecting him, he’d have already become a wrongful ghost, and now everyone would be attending his funeral at Flame Cloud Sect."

"You little beast! Are you done yet?"

Xie Wenren intended to continue clashing with Mahaparinirvana, but Li Ping’an, this foul-mouthed nuisance, endlessly mocked and insulted him, which even the most temperate person couldn’t tolerate.

"Hey hey hey, why don’t you fight back? What’s wrong? Scared? Did I hit the nail on the head? Are you deliberately stalling? Trying to tie with my brother to save some face?"

After mocking, Li Ping’an took a sip of wine and continued jeering:

"Let me tell you the truth, if it wasn’t for my brother going easy on you, you would have been dead long ago!"

"Hahaha! Little brother, your mouth is indeed toxic!"

Mahaparinirvana, the Defrocked Monk, although not knowing why Li Ping’an suddenly interjected with mockery, appreciated the fine, wonderful, and truthful mockery.

It’s undeniable that if Xie Wenren hadn’t had that damn Yinrang Ring, he would have been killed long ago!

"Well said! Keep it up! Xie Wenren, go ahead and kill Supreme Treasure too!"

Iron Staff Wang Lang, who was planning to flee in the alley and was initially on Xie Wenren’s side, now secretly cheered on Li Ping’an. Poor Xie Wenren still had no idea he was being used by everyone.

"Bitch, I’m going to kill you!"

Xie Wenren, overwhelmed by the insults, picked up his sword, ready to kill Li Ping’an, but the four Night Travelers then chimed in:

"Xie Wenren of Flame Cloud Sect, if you leave the designated area of the duel, you will be deemed to have lost!"

"My fellow Taoist brothers, you only care about me, but won’t deal with this foul-mouthed beast?"

Xie Wenren, angry and helpless, aimed to kill Li Ping’an; stepping out of the designated dueling area meant admitting defeat, which would disgrace the reputation of Flame Cloud Sect, and going back would guarantee his expulsion from the sect.