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Chapter 172 A Deception, A Sneak Attack
Chapter 172 A Deception, A Sneak Attack
Yong'an Pawnshop.
Jing Tian's eyes snapped open, staring at the roof beam above his head. His mind was still replaying the cryptic words of Master Qingwei from his dream. Before he could figure out what the white-bearded old man was up to, he turned over and out of the corner of his eye saw Russell and an unfamiliar, burly, non-mainstream man sitting opposite him, looking at him.
Jing Tian jumped out of bed with a start, rubbed his eyes to make sure he wasn't seeing things, and then greeted him with a grin, "Boss Luo, long time no see. You're back from doing business out of town?"
Russell had been missing for almost half a month, and he couldn't find him at the inn either. He guessed that Russell had gone out of town to do business. As for Chonglou, who was clearly not a good person, Russell didn't suspect anything. After all, he was a big boss, and it wasn't unusual for him to have a few strange and eccentric people around him.
"Yes, I just closed a really big deal." Russell put down his teacup, winked at Jing Tian, and tapped three fingers on the table, making a crisp tapping sound. "But I need your help with the supply, Brother Jing Tian."
Jing Tian was overjoyed. He knew Russell was a righteous man who would not forget him, a nobody, even when he had a big business deal. Giving him a 30% discount was no problem at all. He could work hard in the pawnshop for more than ten years and still not make as much money as he did in this one trip.
"Don't worry about me, Boss Luo. As long as the price is fair, I can provide whatever you need."
"Good! Brother Jing is a true friend!" Russell immediately approved, slamming the pre-prepared contract onto the table. After Jing Tian signed his name and pressed his fingerprint, Russell grinned with satisfaction: "Then let's begin!"
"Huh? So fast?" Jing Tian was stunned for a moment, his smile freezing on his face, a bad premonition rising in his heart: "Aren't you going to give me some time to prepare?"
"Opportunities are fleeting; by the time you're ready, it'll be too late." Russell stood up and walked up to Jing Tian: "Let's go!"
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Before Jing Tian could react, the slap landed on his head.
Jing Tian's eyes instantly cleared, and a golden light shot out from the depths of his pupils. In a daze, he seemed to see palaces in the heavens, immortal figures amidst surging clouds, and a figure in silver armor with a long sword looking down upon the three realms.
The saying "An immortal touched my head, and I received eternal life" illustrates this principle.
"Feipeng!" Noticing the change in Jingtian's eyes, Chonglou suddenly stood up, a rare look of wild joy appearing on his usually cold face: "Now that you're awake, come and have a good fight with me to decide the winner."
The demonic sword flew out from behind him on its own and landed in front of Jing Tian. The sword trembled slightly and emitted a clear, melodious hum.
Fei Peng looked down at the demonic sword handed to him, his expression somewhat complicated. With his true spirit restored, he naturally regained his memories of the previous life as Prince Longyang, and he also knew that the sword spirit of the demonic sword in his hand was his younger sister Long Kui from that life.
As for Chonglou's challenge—
"The battle between us will eventually be decided, but not now."
"Why?" Chonglou was still puzzled. He had been searching for Feipeng for a thousand years, and he expected Feipeng to have waited for him for a thousand years as well. He did not understand why Feipeng would refuse.
"Having gone through a thousand years of tribulations and reincarnated several times, I have finally come to understand something." Fei Peng gently stroked the blade of the demonic sword with his fingers, soothing Long Kui, who was filled with fear and unease due to Chonglou's evil aura.
"What utter nonsense!" Chonglou snorted coldly, his tone full of anger.
He truly couldn't understand it. Shouldn't these two military generals just focus on the thrill of battle? Victory on the battlefield was the only true measure of success. Back then, they fought fiercely, the world seemed to darken, how exhilarating! How come in these reincarnations, Fei Peng has transformed into a scholar-official? How could this be allowed? If this were the case, who would he fight next?
Fei Peng remained silent, simply logging off. The next second, Jing Tian logged back into his account.
Confused, he looked at the familiar magic sword in his hand, then at the tense situation on the field. Not quite understanding what was going on, he could only smile awkwardly and hunch back to his seat, looking utterly cowardly.
Chonglou was already frustrated because Feipeng avoided the battle, and now seeing Jingtian's cowardly and petty face, he was even more furious. How could such a guy be worthy of being Feipeng's reincarnation?
A surge of malevolent fire rushed to the top of Chonglou's head, a flash of bloodlust appeared in his eyes, and an overwhelming killing intent surged forth.
This killing intent wasn't directed at Jing Tian; it was the pent-up fighting spirit within Chong Lou, suppressed for a thousand years, seeking an outlet. Even so, the killing intent was beyond what ordinary people could withstand. Such terrifying, god-slaying, demon-slaughtering aura, even a trace of it, could cause cultivators of slightly lower cultivation levels to explode and die.
Jing Tian felt a sudden darkness before his eyes, as if an invisible hand was gripping his chest, and he felt as if he could stop breathing.
If it weren't for the wisp of divine essence remaining in his body, and if the demonic sword hadn't sensed the danger and flown in front of him to shield him from most of the baleful energy, he would probably have already turned into a human firework scattered all over Yong'an Pawnshop. Even so, his face turned deathly pale in an instant.
Chonglou frowned, and a trace of regret flashed through his mind as he realized what had happened. He wanted to give up and restrain his killing intent, but before he could make a move, a figure stood between Jingtian and him.
In an instant, Jing Tian felt as if he had been pulled from the icy wilderness into the spring breeze. The overwhelming sense of oppression vanished completely, and his legs immediately went weak. He slumped into a chair, panting heavily, as if he had just been pulled out of the water.
"Interesting." A strange light flashed in Chonglou's eyes as he looked at Russell. Although he hadn't used his full strength when his killing intent erupted this time, even so, there were only a handful of people in the Three Realms who could withstand it, not to mention that Russell was so relaxed and had even more energy to protect Jingtian behind him.
"Let me see where your limits are." Chonglou's lips curled into a dangerous smile, and his fighting spirit rekindled in his eyes.
The next moment, the sky and earth changed color within a radius of dozens of miles centered on Yong'an.
The entire world seemed to have been pressed into a pool of blood by an invisible giant hand. All colors were stripped away, leaving only endless red light filling the field of vision.
Xu Changqing, who had just descended from Mount Shu on his sword to meet Jingtian in Yuzhou, suddenly stopped in mid-air.
Only high-level demons could produce such a fluctuation of magical power. It means that a high-level demon has crossed the Well of Gods and Demons to come to the human world.
Realizing the seriousness of the problem, Xu Changqing did not dare to hesitate for a moment and immediately took out the communication jade plate, preparing to ask his sect for help.
Then, he witnessed a scene he would never forget.
A domineering purple light burst forth from the endless red light, spreading in all directions and visibly pushing the red light away.
The two forces clashed fiercely in the sky, producing a muffled roar, as if the heavens were about to be torn apart.
In other words, the two intentionally held back the special effects and power. Otherwise, at this moment, not to mention Yuzhou City, within hundreds of miles, all buildings whose quality did not meet the standards of the Void Heaven Palace and cultivators whose cultivation level did not reach the level of a mortal god would instantly turn back into a wisp of dust in the world.
Xu Changqing unconsciously tightened his grip on the communication jade disc. He had cultivated for decades and considered himself knowledgeable, but the scene before him was far beyond his comprehension.
Could it be that in addition to the high-level demons, there are also high-level gods who have descended to earth?
What day is it today?
Just like the pleasure of each time they made love, the standoff in Yuzhou City came to an abrupt end.
The streets remained as bustling as ever, as if what had just happened had never occurred.
"You are very strong, and you are qualified to be my opponent." Inside Yong'an Pawnshop, Chonglou suppressed his murderous aura, his blood-red eyes filled with satisfaction.
This was the first time, apart from Fei Peng, that he had felt the thrill of combat in a fight. Although brief, it was enough to make his long-dormant fighting spirit ignite slightly.
"Why don't you come with me to the Demon Realm for a battle?"
"That's a different price." Russell crossed his arms without hesitation to refuse. The meager amount Chonglou offered was just a token gesture; if it really came down to a fight, Russell's appearance fee would be very high.
"You are also one of the strongest beings in the Three Realms, why do you act so vulgarly?" Chonglou crossed his arms. He truly couldn't understand this mortal world. Fei Peng was like this, and so was Russell.
They are all ridiculously strong, yet they insist on caring about material possessions.
"Who told me to have such a large family to support?" Russell sighed, like a middle-aged man whose edges had been worn down by life reminiscing about his youth at a late-night food stall.
Only after starting a family did he truly understand the difficulty of supporting a family.
This needs resources, that needs resources; it's impossible for a single model worker to support the entire chat group.
In addition, he is not like the Great Love Celestial Venerable who has no bottom line; his moral standards limit many of his paths to seizing resources.
Sigh, it's all that genius's fault for putting public service announcements on the children's channel. He's forced to resort to entrapment tactics all day long, and the worst part is, hardly any fish are even taking the bait.
"Fight me, and if you win, you will become the Demon Lord, and the entire Demon Realm will be yours." Chonglou thought about it and felt that what Russell said made sense. It was indeed not easy to make a living, so he decisively began to offer him a bribe.
Russell looked at Chonglou with surprise and a strange expression: "Is the Demon Realm some kind of wealthy place? If I remember correctly, the Demon Realm was assigned a Flaming Wave Spring, right?"
One sentence silenced Chonglou completely.
Among the three realms of gods, humans, and demons, the barrenness of the demon realm is known throughout the world.
There was no other way. Back then, his father, the god Chi You, had never fought against Xuanyuan, so he had no choice but to lead the remaining beastmen into the Demon Realm to preserve the flame.
That place, to put it nicely, was fertile land yet to be cultivated; to put it bluntly, it was a desolate wasteland where even birds wouldn't bother.
"We can go and raid the realm of gods together," Chonglou suggested.
The realm of gods is the true core of heaven and earth. Its resources and spiritual energy are of the highest quality in the world. With their strength, no one can stop them from entering the realm of gods.
"If you ask me, you'd be better off sticking to your guns over there." Seeing that Chonglou was silent, Russell gestured towards the door.
There, Jing Tian had unknowingly moved to the doorway, one foot stepping over the threshold, ready to slip away.
"Based on my understanding of Fei Peng, no one can force him unless he wants to."
Russell shook his head: "I wasn't talking about Fei Peng, I was talking about Jing Tian."
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"I?"
Jing Tian, with one foot dangling in mid-air, stiffly turned his head upon hearing this, his smile more like a grimace: "You two gods fighting is none of my business, is it?"
"You're being modest again." Russell chuckled, and a powerful suction force surged from behind Jing Tian, pulling him back from mid-air.
"No way! I'm just an ordinary person. I've never even killed a chicken. How can I fight this guy?"
"No, no, no," Russell said with a smile as he walked up to Jing Tian, bent down, and placed his hands on the armrests of the chair, encircling Jing Tian completely. "You're not just an ordinary person; you're an extraordinary ordinary person."
Jing Tian was taken aback: "Huh?"
"Do you know about the legendary concept of reincarnation?" Russell began to coax.
Jing Tian nodded. He was always quick-witted, so quick that he could guess what a customer wanted to pawn and what price they could negotiate before the customer even spoke. He naturally had some guesses at the moment, but he didn't dare to think too deeply about it.
"Could it be—" He swallowed hard, "that I'm some kind of extraordinary person reincarnated?"
"Congratulations, you got it right." Russell nodded in satisfaction, patted Jing Tian's shoulder, and turned to let Chonglou, who was standing with his arms crossed, stand behind him: "You are the reincarnation of Fei Peng, the first general of the Heavenly Realm back then. You and this supreme ruler of the Demon Realm are both enemies and friends."
Jing Tian's eyes widened immediately. Although he had expected it, he never imagined that his background in his previous life was so great.
The problem is, what does that have to do with him now?
The debts from the past life can't be made to be repaid in this life, can they? He can't possibly repay them anyway.
"But that's all in the past." Jing Tian's voice was a little unsteady, and he said awkwardly, "The me of the past life is not the me of now. Now he could kill me with a single glare. What's the point of comparing?"
"That's true, but you had no choice." Russell took out a piece of paper from his sleeve, unfolded it, and the paper was covered with writing. At the bottom was Jing Tian's signature and a bright red handprint: "You signed the contract."
"But I didn't sign a sales contract—" Before Jing Tian could finish the sentence, the original text on the contract paper in front of him vanished into thin air. The ink seemed to have been wiped away by an invisible hand, and in its place, new text emerged line by line from the paper. It was clearly an Unlimited Duel Contract.
"What's wrong? Is there a problem with the contract?" Russell asked knowingly.
Jing Tian gaped in disbelief. A demon lord, a big shot, could be so shameless as to deceive and ambush him, a mere hoodlum.