Chapter 360

Chapter 360: Little Baldy, You Tell Him
Yu Zhao curled her lips in mockery: “You are scared.”

Patriarch Gan Lin laughed loudly: “Scared? In my whole life, I have never said the word ‘fear’.”

He was very full of himself.

His pride came from his strength and his luck.

Inside the Ancient Pagoda, he was like a god.

No one could defeat him.

Once he made the Ancient Pagoda fully recognize him as its master, he was sure that even Master Qing Yan, known as the Foremost of the Cultivation World, could be fought and beaten by him.

“Yu Zhao, you talk too much.”

Although Patriarch Gan Lin did not believe Yu Zhao could turn the tables, he was still cautious, so he decided to get rid of her as soon as possible.

Only after she died would he have no worries left at all.

“Before you die, I will let you see the Ancient Pagoda’s true power.”

Patriarch Gan Lin pointed straight at Yu Zhao: “Strangle!”

Buzz, buzz, buzz!

Countless Sword Qi tore through the air, filling the sky with a sharp killing intent.

Yu Zhao felt as if a fierce Demonic Beast had locked onto her. Her whole body turned cold.

At this moment she was finally sure these Sword Qi were not attacks that Patriarch Gan Lin himself could send out. He was controlling them through some special method. The auras were completely different.

Even if this Ancient Pagoda was not Xuanyuan Bupai’s place of inheritance, it had to be the former home of some Grand Adept of the Sword Dao.

Thinking of the Cooling Pearl and the Formation Array Arts inside the Ancient Pagoda, Yu Zhao slowly pieced together Patriarch Gan Lin’s background.

He was a Cultivator skilled in Formation Array Arts. He had stumbled into the Ancient Pagoda by accident and gained its partial approval, which gave him the right to control the Ancient Pagoda.

No, that was not right.

Yu Zhao blinked and overturned her own guess.

Patriarch Gan Lin should not have gained the full approval of the Ancient Pagoda yet. Otherwise he would not keep luring other Cultivators into the Ancient Pagoda again and again.

He had met trouble while trying to become its master and wanted to use Demonic Arts to speed up the process.

Just as Yu Zhao made her final judgment, the Sword Qi surged toward her like a flood.

Yu Zhao’s face stayed calm: “We can end this now.”

Patriarch Gan Lin suddenly froze.

Who was Yu Zhao talking to?

The next instant, countless lights burst up from the ground and crashed into the speeding Sword Qi.

“I almost suffocated. This old thing talks way too much!”

Long Fei Fei jumped up from the ground. One hand held and controlled the Divining Compass, and the other swung a big palm-leaf fan. Even as she worked, she still complained.

Si Tu Jian Nan, Shao Yiman, Shao Yiming… one after another, the people who had been lying in pools of blood stood up. The blood and wounds on their bodies quickly faded as they moved, replaced by healthy flesh.

Patriarch Gan Lin staggered back two steps in disbelief: “You… you are not dead? Impossible, impossible…”

He suddenly thought of something. His face twisted with rage as he shouted at Yu Zhao: “It was you! You tricked me!”

Yu Zhao was skilled in Illusion Art.

He had known this from the beginning, but he had never taken it seriously.

He was sure no one could see through his setup. No matter how strong Yu Zhao’s Illusion Art was, she could not predict his plan in advance.

But Yu Zhao had still seen through his scheme.

Patriarch Gan Lin felt as if he had hunted geese every day only to have his own eyes pecked out by one.

Long Fei Fei spat.

“Old thing, your plan is like a three-year-old playing house. It could only fool those brainless idiots! This young miss saw you had a problem long ago!”

Si Tu Jian Nan and the Three Siblings of the Shao Family felt as if an arrow had shot into their chests. They were left speechless.

Patriarch Gan Lin’s face turned bright red: “Impossible. My plan was flawless! No one could break it!”

“Hmph.” Long Fei Fei snorted lightly and jerked her chin toward Bu Yan: “Little baldy, you tell him. Make him admit his loss.”

Bu Yan: “…”

“Pu!” Ji Han Zhou almost broke his teeth holding back his laugh.

Little baldy?

Hahahahaha.

“Baldy, you say it!”

Patriarch Gan Lin glared at Bu Yan with vicious eyes.

Bu Yan frowned and turned a few Prayer Beads in a row before he managed to press down the killing intent in his heart.

At this time, Ji Han Zhou, feeling a bit guilty, stepped forward to explain: “Senior Xuan Yuan was an open and upright Sword Cultivator. How could he set such a cruel standard for choosing an Heir? If you claimed to be some vicious Heretic Cultivator, you might barely fool people.”

Ji Han Zhou came from a famous righteous sect. The person he treated as his model was perfect in both character and ability.

He did not believe that the mighty War God Xuan Yuan would use such a method to pick an Heir.

That would be as ridiculous as saying a Monk like Bu Yan would return to the secular world to marry.

So when Patriarch Gan Lin spoke about the selection rules, Ji Han Zhou was certain that the speaker could not be Senior Xuan Yuan.

Since he was not Senior Xuan Yuan but dared to borrow Senior Xuan Yuan’s name, there had to be something wrong.

Ji Han Zhou had wanted to share his thoughts with Yu Zhao and the others, but when he met their eyes, he found he could skip that step.

They already understood. Without speaking, they decided to act a scene together and see if they could lure out the person behind the curtain.

As expected, as soon as the play ended, Patriarch Gan Lin jumped out right away, unwilling to wait even a moment longer.

When Si Tu Jian Nan and the others heard this, everything suddenly became clear.

Why had they not thought of that?

Long Fei Fei saw that Ji Han Zhou had stolen the spotlight and felt unhappy: “For a Sword Cultivator to pick a Disciple, the standard should be their Sword Dao level, not simply who can live to the end. That is too stupid. You might as well use ‘who brings back more heads’ instead!

“And anyone can see you have no experience. Since it is a test, how could it end so fast? At least there should be four or five rounds. Make us suffer until we are exhausted, then have a final free-for-all. Now that would be interesting!

“And also…”

“Shut up! You shut up!”

Long Fei Fei was getting into it, but Patriarch Gan Lin did not want to hear another word.

She had torn his proud plan to shreds. Right now he wanted nothing more than to press burning charcoal against her mouth.

Long Fei Fei looked him up and down, then glanced at Yu Zhao and curled her lips, but in the end she really did close her mouth and stayed quiet.

Patriarch Gan Lin suddenly burst out laughing: “So what if you saw through me? Inside the Ancient Pagoda, you cannot kill me! Without my permission, you will never leave the Ancient Pagoda! I will drag this out until all of you die here!”

Long Fei Fei and the others immediately looked at him as if he were an idiot.

He still had not noticed how wildly his emotions were swinging.

That was because, before he appeared, Yu Zhao had already given everyone the antidote and lit a small pinch of Incense Blend.

The Incense Blend was colorless and tasteless, but it could fully stir up the evil thoughts hidden in a person’s heart. The more excited the person became, the faster those evil thoughts swelled and took the place of reason.

If Patriarch Gan Lin had stayed hidden and out of sight, Yu Zhao and the others would have had no way to deal with him. But he had stepped out on his own and breathed in the Incense Blend that Yu Zhao had prepared for him. He was doomed to be caught.

Once he fell into Yu Zhao’s hands, she had ten thousand ways to pry open his mouth and get the secrets of the Ancient Pagoda.

“What is that look in your eyes? Are you pitying me? I do not need your pity! I am Patriarch Gan Lin! I am the Heir of War God Xuanyuan! I will never lose!”

Yu Zhao’s eyes flashed.

So this really was Xuanyuan Bupai’s dwelling.

It looked like they would not be leaving empty-handed this time.

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