Ma Shangsi snorted, naturally disbelieving that explanation.
The old dog, helpless, whispered into his ear again, "You heard about what happened in Xijue City, right? It was done by the Protector by his side."
Once the old dog was convinced of this matter, it was very difficult for him to change his mind.
Otherwise, no matter how strong a Fan Blood Realm expert was, he wouldn't be this powerful, right? It was completely illogical.
What was a realm? A realm was for reference.
Upon hearing this, Ma Shangsi's expression changed drastically. "Is that true?"
The old dog nodded heavily, "I was picking up scraps in the aftermath, how could I not know? I saw it with my own eyes."
Ma Shangsi narrowed his eyes slightly and said in a low voice, "Old dog, very good. This time, I owe you a favor."
The old dog chuckled, "No problem, no problem, it's a small matter."
"Brothers."
Ma Shangsi waved his hand, "Let's go."
Although the others didn't understand, they still didn't hesitate, showing their good training.
"Young Master, I hope you've been well."
The old dog cupped his hands and approached.
"It's you?"
Zhou You frowned, "You're not following me, are you?"
"How would I dare?"
The old dog chuckled as he sidled closer, "I received your kindness before, so I specially came to thank you."
"Kindness?"
Zhou You didn't understand, but he didn't care either.
The old dog took out a porcelain bottle, "Five Hundred Flower Lesser Return Pills, specifically for internal injuries. It's a small token of my appreciation; please don't refuse."
Li Wanji gasped, "Hundred Flower Lesser Return Pills! Those can only be exchanged for a hundred contribution points!"
As for these two, she naturally knew they always traveled together, one old and one young.
But their generosity was simply too much.
Most importantly, how did they suddenly become so familiar? Didn't Zhou You's invitation get rejected earlier?
Zhou You took it, glanced at it, and then directly handed the Low-Grade Spirit Sword in his hand to Zhou Chen, "Is there anything else?"
The old dog looked back at Xiao Jing, exchanging glances, "Look at his boldness; he doesn't even care about Hundred Flower Lesser Return Pills. He's definitely a super genius cultivated by a major power."
Xiao Jing turned his head away, also quite shocked.
Hundred Flower Lesser Return Pills, a full hundred contribution points!
He just glanced at it?
The old dog chuckled, "We felt bad about refusing your invitation earlier, my young master and I. After all, you're a newcomer, and it's your first time here. The more I thought about it, the more uneasy I felt. If you want to see different scenery, I, unworthy as I am, am willing to be your guide."
Zhou You looked at the old fellow suspiciously; wasn't this change in attitude a bit too drastic?
Upon hearing this, Li Wanji immediately breathed a sigh of relief, "We're going to One-Blade Gorge."
She knew these two had some capabilities, perhaps even having broken through to the Zhen Xuan Realm.
"..."
The old dog was dumbfounded, frozen in place.
Zhou You, however, said, "I remember, your Blood Spirit is a dog, right? It seems very suitable."
The old dog and Xiao Jing exchanged glances, their expressions numb.
Look, this eagerness was a bit too early.
If they went to One-Blade Gorge, perhaps they would be the first to die.
His Protector would definitely only care about him; would he care about others' lives?
"Cough cough, One-Blade Gorge, huh, cough cough cough, Xiao Jing... what do you think?"
The old dog's expression was unnatural, coughing repeatedly to cover his embarrassment.
Xiao Jing said coldly, "If we go, we go. It's as if someone's really scared."
He seemed determined to compete with this person of unusual background, and also to show that Protector that even a rogue cultivator could be stronger than their fully nurtured disciples.
The old dog was dumbfounded and quickly said, "Child, why don't you think about it more carefully?"
Xiao Jing said coldly, "It's not like I haven't been there before; I've seen it from a distance."
His gaze fell on Zhou You, his eyes showing provocation.
The meaning was self-evident: whoever chickened out was a grandson.
Zhou You, however, didn't even look at Xiao Jing, but said with a hint of excitement, "What kind of dog is your Blood Spirit? It looks quite imposing."
The old dog chuckled awkwardly, "Ming Dog."
"What kind of dog is a Ming Dog?"
"It's just a dead dog."
"What?"
"Young Master, why don't we keep some secrets?"
"Alright."
Zhou You nodded, "You know, you're a strange one. You wouldn't come when invited before, but now you've delivered yourself to my doorstep."
No wonder Li Wanji said these rogue cultivators were peculiar; now he had seen it with his own eyes.
Zhou You turned, "Lead the way."
Li Wanji, filled with questions, was the first to walk ahead.
Zhou Chen moved closer to Zhou You, "Second Master, isn't this too valuable? My current strength is so weak, I'm afraid I'll let you down."
Zhou You smiled, "Don't worry about such small matters; weapons are meant to be used."
Zhou Chen's body trembled. Spirit artifacts, not just for her but for many people, belonged to 'legends'; they could only watch others use them.
How could she have imagined she would have such good fortune herself?
Zhou You reached out and took the Low-Grade Treasure Sword from Zhou Chen's waist, then drew the sword and threw it away.
He really threw it away.
"See? Now you have a scabbard, don't you?"
Zhou You smiled contentedly; he was always so wise.
Zhou Chen was stunned, then smiled sweetly.
Anyway, whatever Second Master said was right.
The old dog casually picked up the discarded Low-Grade Treasure Sword, "Young Master, do you still want this sword?"
"No."
Zhou You replied without looking back.
"Tsk tsk."
The old dog lowered his voice and leaned next to Xiao Jing, "Look, that's how extravagant he is."
Throwing away a treasure sword for a scabbard, his thought process was truly peculiar.
If he took it home and sold it, wouldn't it be enough for several years' worth of food?
The old dog was used to Xiao Jing not responding to him, and his eyes glinted as they fell on Zhou You's waist.
The scabbard looked very dirty; more accurately, it wasn't dirty, but old.
This was an antique.
The old dog narrowed his eyes slightly. Most people in the world couldn't distinguish between antique and dirty.
Some things, if they existed for too long, would appear very old and dirty. But that was definitely not dirt; it was just because too much time had passed.
"This sword is unusual."
The old dog pondered to himself, "But I can't tell from the appearance. Seeing that he doesn't even care about a Low-Grade Spirit Sword, it's probably a High-Grade Spirit Sword."
A difference of one grade could mean a hundredfold difference in value.
If he could steal it, then Xiao Jing would have cultivation resources for a long time in the future.
"No."
The old dog frowned, setting aside the other party's Protector.
Why did this person seem to have no flaws even when viewed from behind?
It was as if he could draw his sword and turn around at any moment?
"Name."
Zhou You suddenly spoke.
The old dog quickly replied, "Just call me old dog."
"Occupation."
"Thief... uh... a mover of other people's belongings."
"Home address."
"It was destroyed; I have no home."
"And another one."
"Rogue cultivator, Xiao Jing."
Zhou You nodded, then looked at Zhou Chen, "As the saying goes, birds of a feather flock together. If there's one thief, there are two thieves. Be on guard."
The old dog forced a smile, "Young Master, if you're reminding us like this, shouldn't you be doing it behind our backs?"
"I don't like to speak ill of people behind their backs."
Zhou You's expression was calm, "It's better to say whatever you have to say face-to-face, lest you say I don't trust you."