GBP Chapter 1847
Chapter 1847
Compared to Shen Yu's impulsiveness, Qiu Zixian was much calmer, simply looking at Chen Xuan with deep eyes, lost in thought.
Zi Mang knew Chen Xuan's strength. The fact that he didn't retaliate at this moment was clearly to save face for her and not to embarrass her too much.
"Shenyu, do you really think Brother Chen Xuan is so insecure that he dares to go to the meeting alone?" Zi Mang stared at Shenyu, his tone already carrying a hint of displeasure.
The Immortal Dynasty's overall status was not as high as that of the Purple Mansion Holy Land. He usually treated it with humility as a sign of respect for Shen Yu. But now, before Qiu Zixian could express her opinion, Shen Yu was pressing him step by step, like a stubborn rock that didn't know how to read the room.
That's just how it is in the world of cultivation; strength reigns supreme.
Compared to Shen Yu, Chen Xuan's potential is obviously more astonishing—even before joining the Jueqing Holy Land, he was able to defeat Shen Yu and Qiu Zixian's clones one after another as a rogue cultivator.
If Chen Xuanzhen enters the Heartless Holy Land and receives top-tier resources, his strength will only increase by leaps and bounds in the future, and he may even reach a higher realm.
On the other hand, judging from Shen Yu's current impatient behavior, Zi Mang had already secretly thought that "there is no need to get to know him well," feeling that dealing with him was a waste of time.
"My previous defeat was merely a clone created by a secret technique, containing only a small amount of my divine power!" Shen Yu said this, and Zi Mang's face grew even uglier. He felt that Shen Yu's words were both stupid and arrogant, as if the words "can't accept defeat" were etched on his face.
Among cultivators, there is no room for "favor"; only absolute strength can earn them respect.
Without strength, no matter how high your status, you will only be looked down upon.
But once he reveals his unparalleled strength, everyone will look at him differently, and even his breathing will become cautious.
Qiu Zixian watched the situation unfold quietly, her glassy eyes gleaming beneath the black veil.
Seeing that Chen Xuan remained calm in the face of Shen Yu's provocation, she suddenly smiled, her black veil swaying slightly with her laughter, her voice like a honey-soaked ice bead, with a hint of amusement: "It seems that Brother Chen Xuan has no choice but to take action."
Shen Yu was impetuous, and Chen Xuan and Zi Mang no longer took him seriously. But when Qiu Zixian spoke, her words carried a completely different weight—she seemed frivolous on the surface, but every word she spoke was full of wit and sharpness.
Sure enough, when Chen Xuan looked over, Qiu Zixian had already revealed a captivating smile, her lips curving into an alluring arc beneath the black veil:
"If you lose, I'll have to get my revenge for the humiliation and teasing you caused me that day, okay?"
She twirled the edge of her thin glove with her fingertips, her tone light yet earnest, "How about if you lose, I'll punish you by making you my bodyguard servant for a thousand years?"
Chen Xuan was amused; the laughter from behind the gauze curtain was clear and melodious. He turned to look at Shen Yu, his tone relaxed: "Fairy Qiu has already set the price for my defeat, what about you?"
Shen Yu's brows furrowed, and his golden robe tightened with impatience.
"Hand over the essence of my Fusang Divine Bow, and give us a share of the essence of the Qilin Maiden, and this matter will be over! Otherwise..." He snorted coldly, golden light surging around him, carrying the arrogance of a descendant of the Feathered Divine Dynasty.
Upon hearing that Shen Yu was still coveting his Daoist partner's origin, Chen Xuan was not angry at all. Instead, he nodded, feeling that the "playing" hadn't gone far enough.
He then looked at Zi Mang, whose face was gloomy, and raised an eyebrow, saying, "Brother Zi Mang, if you are interested, you can also participate."
Zi Mang glanced at Chen Xuan, unable to fathom his intentions.
Although he acknowledged Chen Xuan's exceptional talent, in terms of raw strength, in a one-on-one fight, Chen Xuan was at best evenly matched with Shen Yu.
"I won't get involved, lest it seem like I'm bullying Brother Chen Xuan too much." As soon as Zi Mang finished speaking, Shen Yu was already eager to try, and Qiu Zixian was also standing quietly waiting, about to nod in agreement to the "one-on-one" rule.
Chen Xuan suddenly lifted his foot, his figure turning into a faint shadow within the hall, and in an instant he stood with his hands behind his back on the thousand-acre Dongting Lake outside the small building.
"No need. The two of you can come at me together, or the three of you can attack together, that's fine too." His voice came through the space, calm but full of arrogance.