Who let him join the Sword Sect?!

Chapter 430 - 281: The Black Technology of Thousand Mechanism Pavilion_3

...In the arena.

Zhuge from Dragon Tiger Mountain yawned. As a reluctant participant forced by his master, what he mostly wanted to do was quickly go home.

So he was desperately hoping that his opponent would be a rare genius, allowing him to get defeated openly and then go lay down in his room until the Qinghe Association ended.

Unfortunately, things didn’t go as planned.

Zhuge’s opponent was a cultivator from the Thousand Mechanism Pavilion, and during the draw for the arena, the terrain was also advantageous to Zhuge.

However, he hadn’t given up on struggling, thinking of how to lose as naturally as possible.

Zhuge saluted to Li Guanqi, whom he barely met on the commentary platform.

If it were in the past, Li would have raised his hand slightly and then encouraged a few words, but now on the commentary platform, he felt awkward no matter what, so he could only nod in response.

Just as Zhuge was about to fall asleep and the eager audiences in the stands were clamoring for refunds, the people from the Thousand Mechanism Pavilion finally arrived.

It was a little girl with braids.

Xiaomei was originally a cultivator from the Dharma Ring Sect. After joining the Thousand Mechanism Pavilion, she was noticed and meticulously guided by a Taoist from Dragon Tiger Mountain. She had just formed her core last month.

If argued, Xiaomei could technically be considered Zhuge’s junior sister.

However, regardless of her background, Xiaomei’s strength was no match for Zhuge’s. Even ten Xiaomeis together wouldn’t stand a chance.

Zhuge scratched his head, finding it a bit troublesome since it was obvious he couldn’t lose even if he tried.

If he acted too fake, he’d get beaten at home.

He could only reluctantly win.

"Junior Sister Mei, please." Zhuge courteously offered.ary loss?

"What was that just now?" Zhuge asked.

"Top secret. Please continue attacking, Senior Brother." Xiaomei remained still, making a gesture of invitation.

At her words, Zhuge’s expression became solemn, preparing to unleash something real, his curiosity thoroughly piqued.

He thought the world outside Dragon Tiger Mountain, as Senior Uncle Tang had put it, seemed quite interesting.

...

On the commentary platform.

Wang Buyu stroked his many-layered chin, turning to Li Guanqi, "What is this?"

Li Guanqi, "How would I know? Go ask that little rascal Zhang Ze."

While they talked, they forgot to turn off the microphone, and their voices carried far.