Jingyue was Su Qi’s senior sister, which also made her like an elder sister to him. It was perfectly fine for Jiang Zuo to call her Sister Jingyue or Sister Jingjing.
This was a normal matter of seniority, and he certainly wouldn’t refuse it.
But to force him to "go online" before his identity was exposed?
’That’s impossible.’
Forget it not being exposed—even if it were, if Jiang Zuo didn’t want to reveal himself, even Sister Jingyue couldn’t make him.
Unless Su Qi asked him to, he could do as he pleased. He was a free man.
But right now, it would be useless even if Su Qi invited him to reveal himself. If he did, Su Qi might just *biu* and show up out of nowhere.
That would be a real laugh.
At that moment, Jiang Zuo had already arrived at a clearing. Once inside, retreat was naturally impossible.
There were two other people in the clearing. They weren’t together, and coincidentally, Jiang Zuo recognized one of them.
One was a middle-aged man, likely a Sword Cultivator, and the other was a handsome youth.
Jiang Zuo had met this person before. It was Nangong Sui, whom he had faced in the extension of the Ancient Battlefield.
Jiang Zuo had even gotten his Storage Ring from him.
Nangong Sui was visibly stunned to see Jiang Zuo.
His mind immediately started churning.
’It’s hard to say if running into Po Xiao is good luck or bad,’ he thought. ’Either way, this guy is not easy to deal with.’
’Especially since I can’t even see his Cultivation level now.’
As for the middle-aged Sword Cultivator, the man had an arrogant look and would show off a few sword moves from time to time. One look told you he was no pushover.
Not long after Jiang Zuo entered, Daoist Crazy Python and his group followed him in.
Each of them was holding a Magical Treasure, but they all looked a bit worse for wear.
’Looks like the Restrictions weren’t that easy to break,’ Jiang Zuo thought.
Upon seeing the other people present, Daoist Crazy Python and his men also grew vigilant.
Nangong Sui spoke up. "Fellow Daoists, I am Nangong Sui. It wasn’t easy for any of us to get here.
"Let me be clear: I have no interest in the Spiritual Talisman. For everything else, we can all rely on our own skills. How about we agree not to interfere with anyone who manages to obtain something?"
The middle-aged Sword Cultivator spoke next. "I’m not interested in anything. I will simply forge ahead. But if you obstruct me, don’t blame me for being impolite."
He was the Swordsman Beitian of the Sword Cultivation Lineage, a cultivator with a Tier Six Cultivation.
That was why he was so confident. Besides, he was here to practice his swordsmanship and truly had no interest in anything else.
Jiang Zuo simply said, "Whatever."
’They can do as they please,’ he thought. ’I don’t care, as long as they don’t bother me.’
Hearing their statements, Nangong Sui was secretly overjoyed.
He was low-key, humble, and could be considered diplomatic.
He wanted to secure a safe environment for himself; for everything else, he would rely on luck.
With his luck, he was bound to receive the most benefits later on. Of course, he would also leave some for the others.
This was all to maintain a stable situation.
He had been lucky since he was a child and had almost never encountered a truly hopeless situation. The last time, when he nearly died on the qualification battlefield, hadn’t he still managed to escape smoothly?
He had only to give up a few things at most.
He didn’t mind.
Besides, with his luck, the Spiritual Talisman would probably end up in his hands anyway.
But he would just give it away, because it wasn’t something he lacked.
The most important thing was to play it safe.
Meanwhile, the Sword Cultivator looked upon the others with disdain. They were merely Tier Three.
’I just can’t see through that Jiang Zuo fellow,’ he thought. ’But he probably isn’t that strong, either.’
At this point, Daoist Crazy Python came over to Jiang Zuo’s side and asked, "Fellow Daoist Po Xiao, you must be short on Spirit Stones, right?"
Jiang Zuo looked at Daoist Crazy Python with curiosity. ’If I wasn’t, why would I be taking on commissions?’
Daoist Crazy Python seemed to understand what Jiang Zuo meant and added, "Since you’re in need, Fellow Daoist, why didn’t you want the Magical Treasures?
"I could see you’re quite proficient with Restrictions."
Jiang Zuo couldn’t help but ask, "What use is that kind of junk?"
Daoist Crazy Python was speechless. "..."
Finally, Daoist Crazy Python spoke again, "You can sell them."
Jiang Zuo: "..."
’Oh, right. I remember now. I can sell them.’
’But who would I sell them to?’
’Would anyone dare to buy my Magical Treasures?’
In his past life, no one had dared to buy anything from him. He had whatever he wanted and never even needed to trade.
Because no one dared to.
The Celestial Spirit Nine Peaks would offer up treasures with both hands, and other powerful experts would bow their heads and make offerings.
Wherever he went, on whatever land he trod, no one dared to make any demands of him.
Anyone who might have dared was probably long dead.
That’s why he had never really considered picking up Magical Treasures to sell them.
He had flipped something once, though.
Finally, Jiang Zuo asked, "Is this stuff valuable?"
Daoist Crazy Python nodded.
There was no such thing as a worthless Magical Treasure.
Even Tier Two and Tier Three ones were valuable.
They usually started at the Third or Fourth Grade.
Jiang Zuo nodded. "Is that so? In that case, I’ll take them all."
Daoist Crazy Python: "..."
Wu Xi: "..."
Hu Xing: "..."
’All of them? Seriously?’
’We were supposed to fight for them. Isn’t taking them all a bit much?’
’Besides, there are two other Tier Threes over there. They aren’t pushovers, are they?’
’That Sword Cultivator is especially strong; anyone with eyes could see that.’
’And Sword Cultivators generally have higher combat power than others at the same tier.’
’He should be the strongest person here.’
But since Jiang Zuo had said it, there was nothing they could do. The main issue now was figuring out how to move forward, because the clearing they were in had no path forward, nor any kind of exit to speak of.
That’s right—they were all stuck.
Nangong Sui felt that with his luck, someone would eventually come along and help.
Swordsman Beitian cared even less. As long as he could practice his sword once in a while, he was content. The longer he stayed, the happier he was, and the higher his chances of success.
He had discovered that he couldn’t break through the limitations here, which actually increased his chances of success.
Once he surpassed Tier Three, it would be impossible for him to master the Northern Celestial Seven Swords.
But Jiang Zuo was different from them. He wouldn’t wait for someone else to solve the problem, and he wasn’t willing to linger here. Getting home early was the only thing that mattered.
Answering a phone call here would be an easy way to get exposed.
The clearing was vast, and Jiang Zuo walked directly to its center.
He figured that everyone who was capable of reaching this place was probably already here.
As for whether there were others, Jiang Zuo didn’t know. Even if there were, they probably couldn’t get here now.
’They’ve all gone into the Ancient Battlefield, I suppose.’
’In other words, they’re probably all dead.’
In a clearing this large, enclosed by walls on all four sides, the most dangerous thing was, of course, sound.
The moment Jiang Zuo reached the center, Nangong Sui followed him over. He knew his luck had arrived; whether he could get to the next area all depended on this man.
Just then, Jiang Zuo spoke. "Put up your defenses. It’s best if they’re targeted against sound waves."
Without a second thought, Daoist Crazy Python immediately activated his Defense, making sure to envelop Jiang Zuo as well.
The others were skeptical, but they put up their defenses anyway.
Nangong Sui was also very sensible and followed suit.
Only Swordsman Beitian ignored the warning.
And just as their defenses went up, a silent sound wave instantly struck.
VMMMM...
In that instant, everyone was engulfed by the sound wave.
Due to the nature of the area, the power of the sound wave instantly surpassed Tier Three.
Wu Xi’s and Hu Xing’s defenses were shattered in an instant. Before they could react, their eardrums were ruptured.
"AAAAAAAHH!" Just from that one attack, they collapsed to the ground, screaming in agony.
Daoist Crazy Python said worriedly, "Fellow Daoist Po Xiao..."
"They won’t die," Jiang Zuo said casually.
Meanwhile, Nangong Sui was completely unharmed. His luck was good; he happened to have a Defensive Treasure that specifically countered sound waves.