Repugnant Gateway Chapter 148

""It's … disgraceful!""

A lecturer covered his face and said, ""How does this look like a duel between two cultivators? It's more like a fight in the streets, with a brick … It's neither elegant nor awe-inspiring!""

Another lecturer nodded and said seriously, ""Indeed … but the taste is still pretty good.""

Chang Huan watched with a cold face the whole time. When she saw that An Zaihai had overturned Ding Shengxia with two bricks, the corner of her mouth couldn't help but twitch.

He had already expected that An Zhe would hide his true strength. This guy was someone who would always impress others.

When you think that's his limit, he's still amazing.

A lecturer could not help but say, ""An Zhan, who would have thought that you have also entered the realm of the Sumeru. This is really surprising.""

However, since you have already reached the spatial realm, you should have the demeanor that a cultivator at the spatial realm should have.

""Using a brick in your hand to hit someone, it is obvious... that you don't have a good impression of him.""

An Zaiyue replied, ""I'm a cultivator in the Xumi Realm, so I can't smack people with the brick in my hand …""

He waved his hand and pulled out a brick from the wall. Then, he slapped Ding Shengxia's face. ""How about this?""

The instructor immediately shut his mouth, no longer wanting to talk to An Zhe.

An Zhan didn't even look at Ding Shengxia who was lying on the ground. He ran over to Du and asked, ""How much did you win?""

Ding Shengxia pointed at the piles of silver on the table. ""All of them!""

An Zhan grabbed a handful of silver and placed it in the tea stall owner's arms. ""Here's the tea money for you.""

The boss was dumbfounded, but he still couldn't stop thanking her.

There was a sack in the corner. It must have held firewood.

Anthea grabbed a handful of silver and thrust it into the man's arms. ""Buy this.""

Skinny Du laughed mischievously.

While he was holding on to his pockets, he filled a sack full of silver, one by one. A small part of the thin man's body was thrust into his arms.

The tea stall owner shouted from the side, ""I still have a pocket. Do you want to buy it?""

""Buy or not?""

Skinny Du glared at him. ""Greed will kill you.""

The boss grinned and blushed.

An Xuan picked up the sack, and Du picked up the sack. He walked away in a petty manner, seemingly very happy.

The people who bet on Ding Shengxia's victory were depressed, but the Yanren gamblers were pretty good. They were willing to admit defeat, so they were depressed, but they could also be content to see such an extraordinary competition.

Ding Shengxia was sprawled on the ground, feeling as if the whole world was leaving him.

In stark contrast to the happy departure of the lean group, Ding Shengxia, whose face was full of flowers, felt that she had been humiliated once again, thoroughly and thoroughly.

He had originally thought that he would be able to advance into the Xumi Realm in one go. Even if he gave up the chance to participate in the battle to become the champion, it was still worth it.

Now, however, the dispute defeated him in such an unruly and unreasonable way.

He thought of the words he had said before the fight … ""You are no longer you, and I am still me … that is to say, An Zeng had long entered the realm of the Sumeru Realm.""

In other words, the first time he fought An Zaiyue, if An Zaiyue was willing, it would cause him to lose even more face.

Ding Shengxia felt like she was about to die. At the very least, all of her self-respect was torn to shreds by the struggle. She didn't give him any of it.

Why?

Why?

Behind him was the entire Ding family. It was a huge network of connections that his father, Vice Minister of Rites Ding, had built up over most of his life.

The benefits he could derive from this network should never have been reaped by An Zhe in his entire life.

However, why was it that he could also learn this technique? Why was it that his magic tool was inferior to the brick in An Zhe's hand?

Chang Huan glanced at Ding Shengxia before shaking her head in disappointment, ""Your talent is not bad, your mentality is too poor. It is difficult for you to achieve greatness.""

Chang Huan turned and walked away after finishing her remarks.

The surrounding crowd gradually dispersed, and the street became quiet once more.

Ding Shengxia was lying on the ground all this time, looking at the sky, feeling that even the clouds in the sky were laughing at her.

He had the urge to draw his sword towards the heavens. If he could, then he would pierce a hole through that damnable heaven.

""I will kill you!""

Ding Shengxia clenched her fists, her eyes were fierce.

At some point, Ding Ningdong had walked to his side. She squatted down and stretched out her hand to pull Ding Shengxia up, ""Bro, let's go home.""

Ding Shengxia looked at Ding Ningdong and said, ""Scram!""

Ding Ningdong's eyes glistened with tears, ""Let's go home, don't lie here, okay?""

Ding Shengxia rolled over and sat up. Wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth, he said, ""Do you think I'm embarrassing myself?""

Lose the Ding Family?

Lose your men?

You can pretend that you don't know me and you don't have to pretend to pity me.

""I don't need anyone to pity me. I will definitely kill him and let everyone know that I'm stronger than him!""

He stood up, picked up his sword, and left in an extremely lonely manner.

Sang Rou pulled Ding Ningdong up and said, ""Ignore him. Right now, he is a madman.""

Ding Ning Dong shook her head, ""But he's still my big brother.""

Chang Huan walked back to the Martial Arts Academy and saw the dean of the Martial Arts Academy waiting for him at the entrance.

Yan Gui glanced at Chang Huan and said as he walked, ""It seems that I have underestimated this war of words. It seems that he already possesses the ability to fight against Fang Kui.""

It was a pity that he had just entered the Martial Arts Academy and was still unable to participate in the selection.

If not, with him and Nie Qing entering the Battle of Champions, the chances of the Martial Academies winning is extremely high. ""

Chang Huan shook his head, ""It seems like he has only just entered the spatial realm, which is why he has been concealing his strength.""

The Grand Cauldron Academy didn't only have one Su Feihuan, but the Supreme Dao Court didn't have just one Feng Xiuzhu.

Don't forget, Su Feihun also had a prodigy, Tang Fangniu, and a low-profile Li San that others often forgot about him.

""Over at the Taichi Temple, there's also Ding Wanqiu, and that natural Taoist Han Ruo.""

""The Martial Academy only produced Nie Qing after so many years. However, compared to the Great Cauldron Academy and the Supreme Dao Academy, he doesn't have the slightest advantage.""

Chang Huan turned her head and glanced at An Zaiyue. ""After four years, perhaps no one will be able to compete with him in the Great Cauldron Academy or the Grand Dao Court.""

Yan Zhang shook his head: ""I can't wait four years for Nie Qing to go up to the third floor.""

Chang Huan's expression changed, ""If anything happens, if Nie Qing is crippled …""

With a reserved tone, he said, ""Everyone has their own opportunities and fortuitous encounters. It all depends on his luck.""

On the side of the fight, the four men who seemed to regard wealth as their life were unbridled as they released their happiness.

As Gu Qianye walked, he threw a piece of silver into the air and caught it. ""How funny, that Ding Shengxia must think that he will definitely win this time.""

""How could he possibly know that we have something as heaven-defying as the Heaven Defying Seal?""

Gu Qianye said, ""Didn't Old Huo always say so? This fellow's luck is really strange. There's always so much good luck.""

""Do you think he did too much good in his previous life, and compensated him with his life?""

Other people didn't really care, but An Zhe's heart skipped a beat … Could it be that this was the case?

They chose a restaurant that looked very clean and entered. Without sparing much effort, they ordered a big table full of dishes and then began to devour them.

The chef's culinary skills in this restaurant were truly not bad. Although the dishes did not appear to be exquisite, they had brought the most common dishes in the restaurant to the extreme.

There were no dignitaries here for dinner, but business was good.

They were lucky enough to find a seat on the second floor near the window.

Halfway through his meal, An Zeng saw a young man standing on the street below. He looked to be about fifteen or sixteen years old and wore a navy blue Daoist robe.

This youth looked very clean. It wasn't that his clothes were clean, but that he gave off a feeling of cleanliness.

The Daoist robe had a taiji pattern on it, and the cut and cut of the robe fit perfectly.

His sleeves were rolled up to reveal a snow-white lining.

He was wearing a pair of black and white cloth shoes that were spotlessly clean.

The wooden sword on his back was dark red in color.

An He was looking at the boy, and so was he.

Afterwards, the robed youth took a step back and plucked the wooden sword from his back, then lightly slashed at the ground.

A shallow mark appeared on the ground, but he did not know what it meant.

An Zhe's expression, on the other hand, became especially solemn. After a moment of silence, he stood up and slowly walked down from the second floor and out the gate. He stood in front of the daoist-robed youth.

The two of them were only a meter or so apart, separated by a white line on the ground.

""My name is Ding Wanqiu.""

The daoist-robed youth's voice was very soft, seemingly somewhat bashful, and more like a girl's.

He placed the wooden sword behind his back, then cupped his fist and said, ""Just now, you defeated my brother, so I wanted to take a look at you.""

An Zeng remained silent for a good two minutes, then he stepped over the white line.

His feet paused in the air for a moment, then he stepped over.

At this moment, the two of them were not even half a meter away from each other. Their eyes were looking into each other's eyes, and they could clearly see each other's eyes.

Ding Wanqiu was very beautiful, so beautiful that it was somewhat outrageous.

His skin was very white, not the sickly white. It was even better than the skin of an ordinary young girl.

His neck was slender and his hands were slender. If he wore a woman's outfit, he probably wouldn't feel any discord at all.

His eyes were big and his eyelashes were very long. There was no impurities in the whites of his eyes. They were very clear.

When An Zeng crossed the white line, Ding Wanqiu's complexion immediately changed. She once again clasped her hands and said, ""Very good. It's not a disgrace for him to lose to you, nor is that pill a disgrace.""

After she finished speaking, Ding Wanqiu turned around and left, her pace seemingly unsteady.

He came baffled, and left baffled.

An Zeng turned around and waved his hands. ""Let's go home.""

The skinny Du and Qu Liuxi Gu Qianye quickly came down from upstairs and found that An Zhe's face was terrifyingly pale.

An Zeng took a few steps forward, his steps light and unsteady.

When he reached the sixth step, there was a trickle of blood coming out of the corner of his mouth.

The skinny Du, startled, carried An Zeng on his back and ran to the Tian Qi Sect.

After arriving at the sect, he unbuttoned An Zhe's jacket and discovered that An Zhe's body was a strange red color, and he was burning.

Qu Liuxi's expression was grave as she pulled up An Zeng's pants to take a look. She discovered that the skin on An Zeng's calves had cracked open, as if it had been splashed by boiling oil.

""Take care of him, I'll go get the medicine.""

Qu Liuxi turned around and ran out. ""I didn't expect that such a refined and refined young man's cultivation base would be so hot and berserk to such an extent.""

Anjou's clothes and shoes looked the same, but his body was getting hotter and hotter, as if it had been on fire all the time.

A few miles away from the Heavenly Enlightenment Sect, Ding Wanqiu and An Zeng couldn't hold on any longer even after walking a few hundred meters apart. They opened their mouths and spat out a mouthful of blood.

He raised his hand to wipe the corner of his mouth, and his snow-white sleeves instantly turned red.

He looked down and discovered that there were at least dozens of wounds on his arm.

He lowered the cuff and the blood ran down his hand.

""So powerful.""

Ding Wanqiu felt that the wooden sword on her back was still ready to strike. It was the excitement of encountering an opponent.

He caressed the wooden sword with his bleeding hand. ""Peach Blossom, be a bit more obedient … Before the time comes, our target is the Autumn Festival.""

His name was Wanqiu, and he had a wooden sword called Peach Blossom.

Ding Wanqiu held the large tree for a while to catch her breath. Only after eating a medicinal pill did she continue to walk forward. As she walked, she bitterly smiled. ""Cultivating for nearly ten years, my temperament is still so unstable. Why did I need to find him?""

""To be injured like this, if you ruin the preparations for the Autumn Festival, it wouldn't be worth it nor would it be wise.""

In his mind, he thought of the next step he would take. It was like a peerless treasured sword with a sharp momentum. It also contained a domineering and regal aura that could rule the world.

""This person... is so strange.""

Chapter end