Super God Grandmaster
Chapter 1166 - 1166 1152 The Best Strategy Is To Retreat

Chapter 1166: Chapter 1152: The Best Strategy Is To Retreat Chapter 1166: Chapter 1152: The Best Strategy Is To Retreat The Black Demonic Spirit moved onto the street, and began to doubt, murmuring, “How could I listen to that old geezer Shao Hengjiang, staying in a room for two days. I really can’t stand it.”

The street was bustling with people coming and going, a plethora of delicious foods, it was just like a dream. After being lonely for a thousand years, how could he possibly resist?

Nangong Yan brought a roast chicken and came to the Red Demonic Spirit’s room. The Red Demonic Spirit opened the door but didn’t see the Black Demonic Spirit and murmured, “Where’s the Black Demonic Spirit?”

“He went out,” the Red Demonic Spirit replied.

“Wasn’t he not allowed to go out?”

The Red Demonic Spirit smiled and said, “Your father’s methods are too rigid. How can you keep someone confined to a room like that?”

“That was just to be cautious.”

“You can’t guard against everything this way, he’s not a child, how can you keep him locked up in a room like this.”

Nangong Yan said, “He is different from you; if he goes out, he will definitely cause trouble everywhere.”

“Don’t be so critical, he’s also an adult.”

“Did he say where he was going?”

“I really don’t know that.”

“He wouldn’t really go out to indulge in pleasure-seeking, would he!”

“It’s hard to say, we and you are different, having lived for over a thousand years without a body. The desire to go out and wander can’t be understood by ordinary people.”

Nangong Yan sighed and said, “He’d better not cause any trouble. If something happens, I’ll castrate him,” as she set down the roast chicken.

Smelling the aroma of the roast chicken, the Red Demonic Spirit realized he was actually a bit hungry and moved closer.

“You should have stopped him.”

“Why?” the Red Demonic Spirit asked.

“He’s not like you. I can be at ease if you go out, but that guy will just cause a lot of trouble.”

“You’re not his wife, why are you worrying so much,” the Red Demonic Spirit said as he tore off a chicken leg.

“If my father finds out, he will definitely punish him.”

“It’s actually pretty good, I didn’t expect to find such tasty food in this unremarkable inn.”

“Now that you’re free, what are you thinking about?” Nangong Yan asked curiously.

“I do need to think carefully. I never imagined it would come so quickly; I wasn’t mentally prepared.”

“You must be thinking about getting a wife, aren’t you?”

The Red Demonic Spirit smiled and replied, “Not really. I’ve only just gained true freedom, and settled into normalcy. Now, to start thinking about a wife? Impossible. I at least need to make a bit of trouble for a while.”

“You won’t go around womanizing like the Black Demonic Spirit, will you?”

“That’s his freedom,” the Red Demonic Spirit added. “I need to come up with a grand, impressive name for myself, can’t be called Red Demonic Spirit for the rest of my life.”

“I think this name is already quite impressive.”

“Impressive my foot,” the Red Demonic Spirit said coldly.

Nangong Yan took a deep breath and was reminded of the monkey again. Even after settling the issue with Qiandu Xiang, there were still many things waiting, and she feared that the most troublesome would still be that monkey.

“You little girl, sighing is not a good sign.”

“I was mulling over how to help Ye Chen when the time comes.”

“Sighing won’t do any good,” the Red Demonic Spirit said.

“He definitely won’t capture someone to cast spells on,” Nangong Yan said.

“You’re still thinking about taking his place, but he would never agree to it.”

“What if there really is no other way?”

“We’ll think about it when the time comes.”

The Black Demonic Spirit continued to wander around. Unknowingly, it got dark, and though he drank two cups of wine, he wasn’t drunk and was still somewhat sober; he managed to stay in control.

It was time to go back; if he didn’t return now and that old man found out, he really would be captured. He was still thinking about asking them for some silver taels. Being thrown aside and left on that godforsaken island wasn’t a pleasant prospect.

However, he had to get some food to bring back; he had promised the Red Demonic Spirit. Returning empty-handed wouldn’t be very good.

A red building, bustling like it was celebrating something, with people coming and going, was probably the liveliest place on the street.

“Ah, there really is a place to drink flower wine, even in a place where not even birds bother to poop. There’s drinking; seems it’s not that bad after all.”

To go in or not, no, it’s important to stay focused on the bigger picture, better head back.

But who knew what had happened.

Suddenly, a maid, chased by three or four people, came running out and slammed right into his arms. If Ye Chen hadn’t been alert and skilled in martial arts, he surely would have been knocked over. He quickly supported her to prevent her from falling.

A short guy, extremely fat, round as a huge winter melon, and his face full of pockmarks, was so unappetizing to look at. A few brawny fellows were following him.

“Damn it, daring to call me ugly!” The one with a face full of pockmarks, namely Ma Zi, was from the local gang, and he angrily said, “Daring to say you’re from Lion Head Island, Lion Head Island is nothing but a fart, we’ll clean them up sooner or later.” For a long time, the local gang had been suppressed by Lion Head Island.

Just yesterday, they had agreed to join the Sacred Spirit Sect. Having been suppressed for so many years, it was enough shame. They were also being oppressed by the threat of Lion Head Island. How could he not be angry, especially since a little maid dared to use Lion Head Island to pressure them? Today, if he didn’t teach this maid a lesson, he wouldn’t be able to continue mixing in on Freedom Island.

It would also show others if they would still dare to look down on the local gang.

Black Demonic Spirit pulled up the maid who was about to fall. There were still slap marks on her face; she had clearly been struck and was in pain. Nonetheless, she kept begging for mercy, terrified as though her soul had been scattered.

“Daring to curse me as ugly, even saying I look like a pile of shit; I think you don’t want to live anymore.” He wanted to make a big scene out of it. Here, no one was unaware that he was from the local gang. Let’s see who’d dare to challenge the local gang after today,

Seeing the maid’s face red from beating, Black Demonic Spirit felt extremely distressed and his heart went out to her.

The maid just wanted to beg for mercy, her hands cupping her face, repeatedly saying she didn’t dare anymore.

The result was that Ma Zi, who was unreasonable even when in the wrong, lifted his hand to strike again.

How could Ye Chen, a gentleman like Black Demonic Spirit, let this happen? He first gave the short winter melon a disdainful look, and then he swiftly stopped the man’s hand with his left, and with a punch aimed straight at the man’s right eye, he sent him tumbling away.

Ma Zi never expected someone to interfere, nor was he on guard and thus was easily knocked down.

“Your face full of beards really does resemble a pile of dog shit, how dare you forbid others from saying it?” The remark startled the maid behind him. Black Demonic Spirit quickly reassured her, “Maid, go stand back and watch me take care of the short winter melon.” At such a moment, if he didn’t strike, when else would he?

Ma Zi was completely dazed, pressing his bloodshot right eye, and asked, “What happened just now?”

“That drunkard hit you,” one of his subordinates said.

Ma Zi looked towards Black Demonic Spirit, almost in shock, someone actually dared to fight with him, and furiously said, “Do you know who I am? I’m from the local gang.”

“Even the ghosts from the local haunts are scared of you, you short winter melon, how could you treat a girl like that?”

“Hurry up and state your name! Who exactly is backing you?” Although he was in some pain, they usually clarified the affiliation before a fight.

“I’m from Iron Ten Thousand Island. Do you know the ‘Flying Ship’? That’s the ship I came here on.” Seeing the maid’s swollen face, he had no mood left, kicking fiercely at the short winter melon with one foot, and as the man dodged, Black Demonic Spirit slapped him, knocking him down again.

This was a man who didn’t play by the rules; he started fighting before giving his full information.

Ma Zi was like a tortoise flattening against the ground.

A bunch of people surrounded them, all bursting into laughter. The humiliation was more than he could bear. With all ties to Iron Ten Thousand Island severed, as long as this person wasn’t from the Sacred Spirit Sect, it was fine, and he yelled, “What are you staring at? Go and deal with that sissy from Iron Ten Thousand Island.”

Indeed, Black Demonic Spirit sounded effeminate, but that was exactly why he hated being called a sissy.

Three guys charged at him, intending to deal with Black Demonic Spirit.

Although Black Demonic Spirit had only recently recovered his body, dealing with three simple-minded, well-built men was still within his capabilities.

As the short winter melon finally got up, his three subordinates had already been bowled over. Ma Zi was startled by how skilled the ‘sissy’ was in martial arts and was ready to flee.

But then a kick flew his way, soon followed by a voice: “You dare to hit my woman, not just the left side but the right side too? What nonsense about the local gang, I’m the goddamned local dragon.”

The short winter melon flew out, burying his head amongst a crowd just like an ostrich.

That crowd was from the local gang, just finished with their meal and on their way back, and a young one helped Ma Zi to his feet.

“Still dare to call me a sissy, completely ignorant of death.” Black Demonic Spirit turned back to properly introduce himself to the maid; how could he not do so at a time like this?

Ma Zi, seeing his own people there, and around a dozen of them, felt emboldened and shouted, “Go deal with that sissy from Iron Ten Thousand Island!”

A dozen men broke through the crowd and approached.

Before Black Demonic Spirit could react, he was kicked away.

Collapsing on the ground, Black Demonic Spirit was utterly bewildered. He thought that getting rid of those few guys would mean the end of it, but then he heard the ‘sissy’ say, “Iron Ten Thousand Island, right? I’m here today to fight Iron Ten Thousand Island. Don’t let that sissy escape.”

Turning his head back, Black Demonic Spirit saw that suddenly more than a dozen men had appeared, led by the short winter melon.

Black Demonic Spirit was no match for so many men. Even though they were simple-minded and well-built, they had practiced martial arts, and rushed at him like a whirlwind, lifting him up and throwing him straight into a Grilled Sesame Seed Cake stall.

Black Demonic Spirit was stunned and furious, wanting to come back for revenge, but they were too many, and he had only recently recovered his body. Not as agile yet, he was not a match for these men. Struggling to his feet, rubbing his waist, he shouted, “Short winter melon, just you wait, I’ll bring people to deal with you.”

“Wait for that, if you can even make it back,” someone retorted.

Out of the thirty-six stratagems, fleeing was the best. Saving his life was crucial. As for women, there’s always a chance for them. Such a pity that his heroic rescue ended up in vain.