Qian Duoduo maintained a stunned expression, not even daring to blink.
“He seems to have amnesia,” Senior Brother Anquan said, looking at the thin-faced man, “Hu Qingyin, tell him what happened tonight and make sure he wins no matter what.”
Turning his head, Senior Brother Anquan instructed the man with the sallow complexion, “Kang Shenjun, go tell Jin Buyong that Jin Buhuan has suddenly lost his Cultivation and to send someone else to fight.”
Kang Shenjun acknowledged and immediately left.
Walking two steps towards the door with his hands behind his back, Senior Brother Anquan stopped, “Jin Buhuan, I don’t care if you truly have amnesia or are faking it, nor do I care if your Cultivation is truly gone or if you’re faking it. The previous agreement is still valid. As long as you can help me win this Jail fight, I promise to send you out of Jail.”
“Jail! I fell into Jail!” Qian Duoduo understood the word, and a bitter taste emerged in his heart.
As soon as Senior Brother Anquan left, Hu Qingyin grabbed Qian Duoduo’s collar and growled in a low voice, “Tonight, you must win no matter what. If you lose, I’ll lose money too.”
“Tonight, what for?” Qian Duoduo squeezed out a sound from his throat.
Hu Qingyin stared at Qian Duoduo, then asked after a long moment, “You really can’t remember?”
Qian Duoduo shook his head.
“Good. Remember, I’ll only say this once. Tonight is the second round of the Jail fight. You’ll represent us and fight against Jin Buyong and his group.”
“Second round? What about the first round?”
“First round?” Hu Qingyin was amused by his anger, reaching out and slapping Qian Duoduo’s head, “Three days ago, you lost the first round and were almost beaten to death.”
“What is a Jail fight?”
“A Jail fight is the martial arts arena in Jail. Our side and Jin Buyong’s side each send one person to compete. The Jail fight is a best of three. If you lose this second round, we’ll lose completely and have to give Jin Buyong and his group ten thousand gold coins. I’ll also lose a thousand. A thousand gold coins, that’s several months of my Cultivation fees. Understand?”
Hu Qingyin stared at Qian Duoduo.
“Understood.” Qian Duoduo nodded, though he still had many things he didn’t understand.
Hu Qingyin grabbed Qian Duoduo, clapped his right hand on his back, and a surge of warmth flowed from his palm into Qian Duoduo’s spine.
He still didn’t believe that “Jin Buhuan” had suddenly gone from ninth-level to zero-level, so he used Spiritual Qi to do a final check.
“Ah, it hurts!” Qian Duoduo cried out.
“It’s really gone.” Hu Qingyin withdrew his hand, “Trouble! You really might not be able to beat a level one Cultivator…”
After thinking for a while, he became impatient, “I don’t care. If you don’t win tonight, I’ll personally finish you off. Anyway, Jin Buyong and his group have long wanted to kill you. If we hadn’t deliberately gone against them, you would have died several times over. You made Senior Brother lose Face, so he can’t protect you anymore.”
As soon as Hu Qingyin left, Qian Duoduo immediately collapsed to the ground, feeling utterly bitter.
“Tonight, you won’t win,” Liu Boli emerged again.
“How do you know?” Qian Duoduo retorted.
He felt unconvinced and sat up.
“You are a Mortal, they are Cultivators.”
“What about you?”
“Who I am is none of your business, but you owe me something.” Liu Boli’s Face was astonishingly dark.
This young Mortal in front of him made Liu Boli very helpless.
He had finally encountered Jin Buhuan, who had good talent, and had originally wanted to properly train him. Before he could even take him as a disciple, he was suddenly smashed to death by Qian Duoduo.
Qian Duoduo was stunned, “Pay for what?”
“You smashed my disciple to death, you have to compensate me.”
“Compensate? How do I compensate?”
“Just compensate me with a disciple. I don’t care how you compensate.” Liu Boli rolled his eyes.
“I only have this worthless life; take it if you want!”
“What do I want with a Mortal’s worthless life?”
Qian Duoduo rolled over and knelt on the ground, kowtowing to Liu Boli, “Master! From now on, you are my Master. Old man, I’ve compensated you with a disciple.”
Liu Boli rolled his eyes. This kid reacted quickly enough.
Qian Duoduo lay down on the ground, “Old man, your disciple has a life-or-death martial arts competition tonight. As his Master, you figure it out.”
Fighting and risking one’s life was something he couldn’t figure out; it was only right to leave it to his Master.
Liu Boli lightly stroked his beard with his left hand, “As long as you want to win, I, your Master, have a way.”
“You? You have the ability to make me win?” Qian Duoduo looked at Liu Boli’s dark and thin figure, which wasn’t much sturdier than his own.
Liu Boli waved his hand, and Qian Duoduo immediately shot into the air, like a flying insect, circling around the room.
He was a dignified Fifth-Rank Refiner, how could he let a disciple with no Cultivation despise him?
“Stinky old man, I believe you, put me down.” As soon as Qian Duoduo finished speaking, he returned to his original spot, panting heavily, “I want to win.”
“Call me Master!”
Liu Boli held Qian Duoduo suspended in the air, trying hard to control the urge to directly slap Qian Duoduo to death.
“What kind of Master are you, so fierce to me? You’re an Evil Teacher.”
“You kowtowed and acknowledged me yourself; you can’t go back on it. An Evil Teacher is still a Teacher.” Liu Boli snorted coldly, his eyes gleaming.
“It’s too late to teach you to Cultivate. I’ll temper you, make you less afraid of pain than your opponent.”
“Bear with it.”
Liu Boli’s right hand fingers twitched, and Qian Duoduo felt something hot hit his chest, a sharp pain, then his back, head, arms, thighs…
He was like a chicken on a rotisserie, skewered and unable to move, enduring the scorching heat.
He wide-eyed, glared at Liu Boli. If his mouth hadn’t also been sealed, he would have continuously cursed.
Liu Boli diligently roasted Qian Duoduo. An hour later, he stopped, lowered Qian Duoduo from the air, and said, “Rest for a while, we’ll continue.”
Two hours later, Qian Duoduo was tortured until his clothes were soaked, his whole body numb, and he lay on the ground, wide-eyed, muttering to himself:
“Am I going to die soon?”
“Not yet. The Jail fight starts in an hour. There’s Jail food over there, fill your stomach first.”
Liu Boli pointed to the corner. There was a dark lump coiled on the ground.
Crawling to the corner, Qian Duoduo gently touched the cucumber-sized lump, which was soft and elastic.
“Pork? Beef?” Qian Duoduo swallowed his saliva. He carefully picked up the lump of meat, brought it to his nose, closed his eyes, and took a deep breath.
“Chicken? It must be chicken!” He stuck out his tongue and licked it, and a meaty aroma traveled from the tip of his tongue to his throat.
After swallowing three large mouthfuls of saliva, Qian Duoduo finally bit into the chicken, his teeth sinking completely into it.
“Ah,” he exhaled a long sigh of satisfaction, bit down, and there was a piece of chicken on his tongue.
As the chicken entered his stomach, a warm current appeared in his abdomen.
Soon, the chicken piece in his hand turned into a white chicken bone. Although he had gnawed on it three times, he was still searching for any remaining meat fibers and tendons.
“Stop sucking on the bone! Be more ambitious. If you want to eat chicken, win two Jail fights and get out of this Jail. There’s plenty outside.” Liu Boli couldn’t help but speak up.
Is this disciple an 餓死鬼 that popped out of a rock?
The truth was similar; Qian Duoduo hadn’t eaten a full meal since he could remember.
Liu Boli threw Qian Duoduo a wooden sword, “This is Jin Buhuan’s Magic Treasure; take it and use it.”
The wooden sword was a low-grade Mortal Weapon. He had carved nine lines on both sides to reduce weight and increase sturdiness.
Qian Duoduo picked it up and swung it.
The wooden sword was a bit special; it was much heavier than ordinary wood.
“Where were you hiding just now?” Qian Duoduo suddenly thought of this question.
He could die at any moment, so he wasn’t afraid of Liu Boli, this fierce Master.
Liu Boli pointed to Qian Duoduo’s waist, “Hiding on you.”
“On me? Impossible. Where’s that Jin Buhuan?”
“Also on you.”
“That’s not a funny joke.”
Liu Boli’s beard twitched, he snorted through his nose, and slowly disappeared into the air.
“Do I need to lie to you?” The voice sounded from Qian Duoduo’s waist.
“Where are you?”
“In the belt, in that Golden Toad.”
Qian Duoduo grabbed his belt, “Say something else.”
“If you don’t win tonight, I’ll personally finish you off.” The Evil Teacher was unethical, having learned a venomous line from Hu Qingyin.
Qian Duoduo’s whole body went numb, “Come out, come out! How did you get in there?”
Liu Boli ignored him.
Qian Duoduo reached into his robe, gripped the belt hook, and shook it hard, “Come out! I… I… I’m about to fart.”