Black Myth: Starting from the Destined One
Chapter 262 - 201: The Strongest Wall Hanger vs. The Strongest Genius!_2

Chapter 262: Chapter 201: The Strongest Wall Hanger vs. The Strongest Genius!_2

"Yes, Master."

After Sect Master Zhuge Junchen of the Flame Cloud Sect spoke, his brows furrowed tighter. He realized that the later Pei Yuanjing appeared, the more it signified that Pei Yuanjing had indeed been killed, and he couldn’t help worrying:

This beast that killed Pei Yuanjing has destroyed the hope of my Flame Cloud Sect! Fine! Let’s say Pei Yuanjing was not skillful enough, but what about the Sect’s treasure, the Immortal Slaying Sword?

It’s unacceptable, even if we can’t find Pei Yuanjing’s remains; we must retrieve the Immortal Slaying Sword!

We must minimize the loss!

We can’t lose both the person and the sword!

...

"He... he... he..."

The Night Traveler, Muqiang Baoshan, enlightened by Zixia’s series of expressions, suddenly saw the light in a situation he couldn’t understand. He now seemed certain about one thing: the masked, unrecognizable cultivator from Mount Longhu, Li Ping’an, was very likely Supreme Treasure, the leader of the Five-Finger Mountain Axe Gang, who had twice saved his life at Five Fingers Mountain!

"If you really are Supreme Treasure, the leader of the Five-Finger Mountain Axe Gang, Li Ping’an, I can’t save you!"

At this moment, the grateful Night Traveler, Muqiang Baoshan, so hoped that the Mount Longhu cultivator Li Ping’an was not Supreme Treasure, the leader of the Five-Finger Mountain Axe Gang. He hoped that his previous analysis was right, hoping that this Mount Longhu cultivator Li Ping’an was someone else with the same name.

With Zixia’s appearance, the resolute heart of the Night Traveler, Muqiang Baoshan, also became unsettled. He now agonized over whether he should apprehend Li Ping’an and earn merit according to the regulations of the Night Traveler’s Bureau if this Mount Longhu cultivator truly was Supreme Treasure, the leader of the Five-Finger Mountain Axe Gang, or if he should intentionally let Li Ping’an go.

The inner struggle of the Night Traveler, Muqiang Baoshan, began intensely!

...

"Master, Li Ping’an is up against Wang Tianran in the next match! What should I do if Li Ping’an loses?"

Zhengyi Taoism cultivator Nangong Zhidao, looking over his left shoulder, asked worriedly:

"Even if Li Ping’an is strong, he’s probably no match for Wang Tianran, right?"

"Definitely not! Wang Tianran is one of the major variables between Heaven and Earth. How could he possibly lose to Li Ping’an?"

From his left shoulder, Kumarajiva said solemnly:

"Since Li Ping’an has encountered Wang Tianran, why not let Wang Tianran push Li Ping’an into a desperate situation? It’ll save you the trouble of taking action."

Zhengyi Taoism cultivator Nangong Zhidao frowned and shook his head:

"Master, I feel like Wang Tianran seems to have a very good relationship with Li Ping’an. When they fight, Wang Tianran might not give his all."

"You guessed right!"

Kumarajiva spoke calmly from the shoulder:

"As I said, Wang Tianran is one of the great variables in this Grand Ritual of the Heavenly Master. Just watch calmly."

"Alright..."

...

"Please, Mount Longhu cultivator Li Ping’an and Yanyue Sect’s Wang Tianran, come forward to compete for the final spot in the Ding Group!"

After Observatory Master Immortal Fei He of Moyun Temple announced this loudly, all the cultivators present looked forward eagerly. People like Sect Master Zhuge Junchen and Night Traveler Muqiang Baoshan were making their final assessments, wanting to see Li Ping’an’s true strength and thus deduce the final truth.

Most other cultivators, however, wished for Wang Tianran to thrash Li Ping’an, the so-called sponge. As they saw Wang Tianran rise to enter the scene, they began to jeer:

"Wang Tianran, please thrash Li Ping’an thoroughly!"

"Wang Tianran, that sponge, Li Ping’an, is even more shameless than you; please teach him a lesson!"

"Wang Tianran, don’t end it with one move; make sure to smash Li Ping’an’s mask. I want to see what this Li Ping’an looks like, the one who has so beguiled Qingyun Sect’s Zixia!"

"Wang Tianran, as long as you teach Li Ping’an a lesson, I’ll do whatever you ask!"

"You all said it!"

Wang Tianran said teasingly to the crowd:

"If I agree, you all have to introduce your sects’ beautiful female cultivators to me, alright?"

"Ah? Maybe not..."

The cultivators disapprovingly said:

"With your current infamous reputation for shamelessness, which decent female cultivator would dare come close to you? Why not consider some female devil from a less reputable path?"

"Tsk!"

Wang Tianran, unfazed, entered the arena, provocatively looking at Li Ping’an who was still sitting:

"Hey, Li Ping’an, everyone wants me to beat you to death, you better come up quick!"

"Enough, enough, you loudmouth, it’s not yet decided who will beat whom."

Knowing Wang Tianran was joking, Li Ping’an casually replied and was just about to get up when the Ghost Taoist beside him turned and left.

"Old man, are you really leaving?"

The Ghost Taoist shook his head and sighed:

"You’ve already accomplished my goal for me, so I won’t watch you get beaten up by Wang Tianran, otherwise I wouldn’t be able to stop myself from stepping in."

Li Ping’an watched the retreating figure of the Ghost Taoist and smiled faintly:

"Ghost Taoist, thank you. If it weren’t for you, I wouldn’t have made it this far. Today, I have finally seen the true faces of all the Taoist sects under heaven. I swear to you, I will definitely do something for Mount Longhu in the future."

"There he goes, boasting again..."

The Ghost Taoist, with his back turned to Li Ping’an, smiled contentedly upon hearing this and then walked towards the main gate of Moyun Temple:

"Kid, your mouth is finally clean for once, hehe."

...

As soon as Li Ping’an entered the arena, everyone thought it was certain that Li Ping’an would lose. They were only guessing how many moves Wang Tianran would use to defeat Li Ping’an and to what extent Wang Tianran would torment him, which made this match the most watched of the Grand Ritual of the Heavenly Master.

"Li Ping’an, do you want to win or lose?"

Wang Tianran, patting his round belly, walked towards Li Ping’an.

"Nonsense, I obviously want to lose."

Once the Ghost Taoist had left, Li Ping’an could finally act according to his own plan.

"You actually want to lose?"

Wang Tianran asked in surprise,

"Don’t you want to do something for Mount Longhu, which is on the brink of losing its legacy?"

"Today, I’ve really seen the situation of the smaller sects,"

Li Ping’an earnestly said,

"If it were the old me, I definitely wouldn’t want to, but now, I really do. But I can’t beat you. I just don’t understand why all the Taoist cultivators in the world must exclude and belittle each other. Wouldn’t it be better to support each other towards becoming immortals?"

Sect Master Zhuge Junchen of the Flame Cloud Sect and Head of Heavenly Mist Sect, Mo Liqi, along with Head of Immeasurable Sect, Taishu Yiqing, Senior Brother of Kunlun Sect, He Zudao, and Hehuan Sect’s Sect Leader, Shangguan Hongzhang, along with Senior Brother Taishi Bao of Qingyun Sect and other cultivators felt embarrassed upon hearing this and were also thoughtful.

Wang Tianran came up beside Li Ping’an and asked earnestly;

"So you want fairness!"

"Exactly!"

Having experienced so much and seen so many people, Li Ping’an said excitedly:

"I not only hope that the Taoist sects in the world are fair, but also that the whole world is fair! Only by putting aside prejudices and letting go of hatred can this world find a way out!"

"Well said."

Wang Tianran requested,

"Then why not make every effort to defeat me? By doing that, you would have done something monumental for small sects like Mount Longhu!"

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"What good is a hollow victory?"

Li Ping’an reflected aloud:

"So much has risen and fallen over the ages, endlessly, like the endless flow of the Yangtze River!"

Wang Tianran placed his hand on Li Ping’an’s shoulder, looking hopeful:

"I want to help you realize your thoughts!"

Li Ping’an asked in confusion:

"Fatso, what do you mean?"

Wang Tianran, shaking his big head teasingly, said:

"Just beg me, and I’ll let you win!"

Li Ping’an quickly looked back to make sure the Ghost Taoist was far away, then said annoyed:

"Fatso, how many times do I need to tell you, I said I don’t want to win!"

"So does our previous agreement still stand?"

Wang Tianran spoke while continuously winking at Li Ping’an, referring to going to the Music Bureau for drinks and spending the night with ladies.

"Hey, now you’re speaking my language!"

Li Ping’an exclaimed with delight:

"That agreement naturally stands, but don’t you dare go back on your word, you cheater, fatso."