Although Yu Daochen wore an expression of entitlement, he was actually quite panicked.
If his sneak attack hadn't succeeded just now, he would have been truly finished.
With Old Gui dead, Old Jia was completely isolated and helpless.
Perhaps fueled by excitement, Yu Daochen chuckled and looked at Nanjing Shuo, "Nan Ye, leave this guy to me. You go deal with those four three-year-olds."
Nanjing Shuo didn't understand what Yu Daochen meant and actually went to deal with the four three-year-olds, leaving Old Jia and Yu Daochen staring at each other.
Yu Daochen was dumbfounded.
"Damn, you're really giving me face."
Old Jia's eyes coldly fixed on the kid who had killed Old Gui.
Seeing Old Jia's icy gaze, Yu Daochen coughed and said with a smile, "How about we sit down for a cup of tea before fighting?"
"I'll drink your grandpa!" Old Jia swung the two crescent blades in his hands and slashed at Yu Daochen.
Yu Daochen instantly became flustered. He didn't even have a proper weapon in his hand right now.
How was he supposed to fight?
Nanjing Shuo truly didn't understand Yu Daochen's intentions, or perhaps he was feigning ignorance, only he knew. After dealing with the four three-year-olds, he directly threw his long spear over, "Yu Ye, catch!"
Yu Daochen looked at Nanjing Shuo's gloating expression and wished he could curse his entire family.
The moment Yu Daochen took the spear, Old Jia had already arrived with his dual blades.
Yu Daochen could only raise the spear to his chest to block the incoming blades.
*Bang!*
A crisp sound rang out.
Yu Daochen was sent flying back several meters before he could stabilize himself, his expression grave.
Is this the strength of a Black List expert?
It is indeed incredibly powerful.
He had only endured one blow, and his arm already ached faintly.
Old Jia swung his curved blades again, and Yu Daochen could only grit his teeth and endure.
After a few exchanges, Yu Daochen was repeatedly forced back, but he could still barely fend off the attacks.
Seeing that Yu Daochen was about to be overwhelmed, Nanjing Shuo stretched his muscles, formed hand seals, narrowed his eyes, and muttered, "I've been relying on brute force for so long that I almost forgot I could use spells."
As soon as Nanjing Shuo finished speaking, he stomped his foot on the ground and shouted, "All prohibitions are lifted, evil spirits retreat, with myself as the contract, the immortal sword shall appear!"
"This is...!" Yu Daochen looked at the giant white sword of light that appeared behind Nanjing Shuo, which was as tall as he was, and was slightly surprised.
Old Jia turned to look, and saw Nanjing Shuo shout, "Go!"
The giant sword instantly flew towards him.
Seeing the approaching giant sword, Old Jia raised his two curved blades to block.
But this was like a mantis trying to stop a chariot. The giant sword instantly shattered the curved blades and pierced through his body.
Old Jia's eyes widened in disbelief, and then with a *thump*, he fell to the ground.
Yu Daochen looked at the profusely bleeding Old Jia lying on the ground and muttered to himself.
He didn't expect this guy to have such a move, but why did the style of this technique seem familiar?
Nanjing Shuo seemed to have guessed what Yu Daochen was thinking and said, "Don't think about it. The spell I just used is indeed of the same lineage as the Celestial Master's sect's 'Ten Thousand Swords Return to One,' but there are differences."
Yu Daochen nodded. As the saying goes, all Taoist magic originates from Mount Mao.
Setting aside unique techniques, some simple spells and talismans were similar in every sect. Although they were not exactly the same, their effects were identical.
Seeing that the crisis was resolved, Yu Daochen smiled and said, "Since the danger is gone, let's go to the shop. I'll bandage your wounds, Nan Ye."
Nanjing Shuo nodded and walked towards the shop with Yu Daochen, but he felt something was missing, though he couldn't recall what it was.
It was as if his hands were empty, but he didn't know what was missing.
Nanjing Shuo turned to look at Yu Daochen and asked curiously, "By the way, Yu Ye..."
Before Nanjing Shuo could finish speaking, he saw the Tiger Head Zhan Jin Spear in Yu Daochen's hand and instantly realized what was missing.
"Yu Ye, shouldn't you be returning it to me?" Nanjing Shuo looked at Yu Daochen with a speechless expression.
"Good heavens, if I didn't ask, would you have kept it, you brat?"
Nanjing Shuo rarely carried weapons when he went out.
He had almost forgotten about it this time.
Yu Daochen felt guilty and dared not look at Nanjing Shuo, instead looking ahead and saying, "What? Did Nan Ye drop something?"
"Damn, how did this old fox figure it out?"
He had originally planned to hide it immediately if the old fox forgot.
When he remembered and came back to ask for it, he would feign ignorance.
This was a genuine divine artifact.
Seeing Yu Daochen feigning ignorance, Nanjing Shuo said speechlessly, "My Tiger Head Zhan Jin Spear is still in your hand."
Yu Daochen pretended not to know, looked down at the Tiger Head Zhan Jin Spear in his hand, and said apologetically, "Ah, look at my memory, I didn't even realize I was holding Nan Ye's Tiger Head Zhan Jin Spear."
Nanjing Shuo was speechless.
"Give me a break, I know what you're scheming.
If you want it, just say so.
I won't give it to you anyway."
Nanjing Shuo showed a smile and didn't expose him, giving him an out, "It seems the battle just now was too intense."
"Ah, yes, yes, that's exactly it."
Yu Daochen nodded in agreement and handed over the spear, "Here, Nan Ye, your Tiger Head Zhan Jin Spear."
Nanjing Shuo reached out to grab the spear, but saw that Yu Daochen still refused to let go, his eyes fixed on the Tiger Head Zhan Jin Spear.
"This is a good spear."
"I know," Nanjing Shuo said, and with a pull, he snatched the spear back.
Yu Daochen chuckled, a sly smile on his face, "Nan Ye, how about I work for you from now on, and you give me this Tiger Head Zhan Jin Spear."
Nanjing Shuo rolled his eyes at him, annoyed, "Don't you already have the Kang Long Mace? What do you want my Tiger Head Zhan Jin Spear for?"
This kid still has designs on my Tiger Head Zhan Jin Spear.
Yu Daochen chuckled, "What are you saying? Who would dislike having too many divine artifacts? I'll give you the Kang Long Mace, do you want it?"
Only then did Nanjing Shuo realize that this guy was trying to get something for nothing.
The two returned to the shop, and Yu Daochen took out bandages and medicine to give Nanjing Shuo a simple dressing.
Meng Dalong had asked Yu Daochen to protect him for four days, including today, there were three days left.
Nanjing Shuo had originally intended to leave, but he became more and more annoyed.
He hadn't gained any benefits this time. Not to mention getting injured, his Tiger Head Zhan Jin Spear was almost taken by this kid.
After much thought, Nanjing Shuo gritted his teeth and decided to stay for three more days.
Given the situation, those guys probably wouldn't show up again. He could stay and interact with Meng Dalong, perhaps even recruit him to the Supernatural Affairs Bureau, and incidentally, eat a few more bowls of rice from Yu Daochen.
He must eat more!
Eat him broke!
Three days passed quickly.
During these three days, no ghosts indeed sent anyone to pursue Meng Dalong.
Nanjing Shuo was unable to recruit Meng Dalong to the Supernatural Affairs Bureau and had to leave disappointed.
However, during these three days, he ate so much that he could barely move.
He ate at least three bowls of rice per meal, and had an ice cream afterwards to aid digestion.