Yu Daochen waved his hand and said with a smile, "It's fine. With the three of them guarding me, what could possibly happen?"
Su Lai and the other two looked embarrassed. They had even planned to sell Yu Daochen to Ye Mei if he didn't wake up.
Of course, they were just joking.
Zhou Fu nodded, his expression still grim.
"Do you feel the pressure?" Yu Daochen asked.
Zhou Fu did not hide it and nodded, "Yes."
Yu Daochen shook his head helplessly, poured a cup of tea, and pushed it towards Zhou Fu. He slowly said, "When participating in competitions of this level, everyone who comes is the elite of the elites from each sect. But no matter how elite they are, they will feel pressure. If you feel pressure, others definitely do too."
"Pressure is a good thing, but too much pressure can be bad."
"It's like this tea. When the water is full, it overflows; when the moon is full, it wanes."
After speaking, Yu Daochen patted Zhou Fu on the shoulder, "Relax and give it your all."
Zhang Xiaoqiang nodded in agreement and comforted him, "As long as you do your best, it's fine. Like me, I told my family that if I can't win, I'll surrender quickly. My life is more important."
Yu Daochen glared at Zhang Xiaoqiang with annoyance, "Honestly, I really want to report you to the Yan Shu Sect. You should at least be more competent."
Zhang Xiaoqiang put on a defiant look, "I want to, but they insisted on making me an elder. I can't help it."
A few days ago, I asked the Yan Shu Sect if I didn't want to be an elder, but the response was that the elder position remains, and any dissatisfaction can be voiced.
Zhang Xiaoqiang spread his hands, "What can I do? My strength doesn't allow it."
Su Lai, Da Hu, and Yu Daochen were all stunned.
How did this guy manage to get the Yan Shu Sect to do this for him?
Su Lai stroked his chin and pondered for a long time, "Do you think the sect leader of Yan Shu Sect might be your father, and you are his long-lost son?"
Yu Daochen rolled his eyes, realizing Su Lai was talking more and more nonsense.
However, he vaguely remembered Zhang Xiaoqiang mentioning that he was adopted by Daoist Lingze as a disciple since childhood, and the situation of his biological parents was unknown.
"There's a possibility."
Zhang Xiaoqiang waved his hand, "Impossible. If I were truly the illegitimate son of the Yan Shu Sect leader, I would have ten or more disciples following me wherever I walked. If a mosquito bit me, I would have it exterminated."
Yu Daochen was somewhat speechless. After chatting for a while longer, Zhou Fu got up and returned to his room to prepare for tomorrow's competition.
Yu Daochen and the other three continued to chat. Zhang Xiaoqiang raised his teacup and took a sip, his eyes suddenly turning serious, "Master Yu, shall we cripple that guy tonight?"
Da Hu and Su Lai were stunned, and even Yu Daochen's chopsticks, which were about to pick up meat, stopped.
All three knew Zhang Xiaoqiang was referring to Zhou Fu's opponent tomorrow.
Seeing their stunned expressions, Zhang Xiaoqiang continued, "I remember Zhou Fu's opponent tomorrow is a disciple from a small sect. With our strength and background, even if the opponent knows we did it, they wouldn't dare seek revenge."
"Let's forget it. Let that kid experience it himself. Without going through these things, he'll never know the gap between himself and his opponent."
Seeing Yu Daochen refuse, Zhang Xiaoqiang didn't bring it up again.
The three of them didn't find Zhou Fu's thoughts strange. After all, they weren't exactly good people, and the martial world was like this; without brains, even with strength, one couldn't achieve great things.
The martial world had no shortage of strong individuals, but how many could truly survive and thrive?
Su Lai, Da Hu, and Yu Daochen were all seasoned veterans of the martial world. No one would believe they were good people.
Yu Daochen knew that Zhang Xiaoqiang wanted to help Zhou Fu, but he couldn't protect him forever. One day, he would spread his wings and fly. The hardships he needed to experience were necessary; this was the path a strong person had to take.
It wasn't until half-past seven in the evening that the four of them finished their conversation and returned to their respective rooms.
Yu Daochen walked to the door of his room on the second floor and knocked.
*Click!*
The door was opened by Zhou Fu. Yu Daochen glanced at him and walked in, "Still worried about tomorrow's competition?"
Zhou Fu nodded. Yu Daochen sighed and walked to the table where the Kang Long Halberd was placed, picked it up, and removed the gray cloth wrapped around it.
Yu Daochen looked at the black Kang Long Halberd in his hand and fell into thought. After a moment, he slowly turned around to look at the bewildered Zhou Fu.
"Here!" As soon as Yu Daochen finished speaking, he threw the Kang Long Halberd directly at him.
Zhou Fu caught the Kang Long Halberd and looked confused, "Sect Leader, you are...?"
Yu Daochen smiled faintly, "Silly boy, the Kang Long Halberd is a divine weapon. Although it can't guarantee you victory in every match on the stage, it can at least give you an advantage in terms of weaponry."
Zhou Fu quickly refused, "How can this be? The Kang Long Halberd is the Sect Leader's weapon. How can I use it casually?"
Yu Daochen shook his head helplessly, thinking this kid was as rigid as ever.
"Tomorrow's competition will be full of experts. Some disciples from sects will even use sect treasures for the competition. If you go into the competition with a two-year-old peach wood sword, you definitely won't win."
"So, take this Kang Long Halberd with confidence. Don't worry about it being damaged," Yu Daochen comforted him.