Under One Person: God Profiler

Upon hearing Xia Linyuan's words, Zhang Lingyu suddenly understood: "Yes, experiencing failure is also a form of cultivation."

"There are always people more capable than you, and there's always something beyond your understanding. Zhang Lingyu, you mustn't be arrogant!"

"Thank you for your guidance, Martial Uncle," Zhang Lingyu said respectfully.

Xia Linyuan coughed lightly and said in a low voice, "Let's go, it's time for the next match. If you're still not feeling well, go to the ward."

Zhang Lingyu nodded and left the competition venue.

Xia Linyuan looked at Zang Long and lightly jumped onto the stage.

He moved closer to Zang Long and asked, "How much did you earn?"

Zang Long glanced at the people around him, then enveloped his voice with his Qi and said, "I'll buy you for 500 million, which triples to 500 million."

Xia Linyuan was slightly surprised: "You really staked everything you own on this?"

Zang Long nodded. "The bold get rich, the timid starve. Besides, you said you could win, so of course I'll believe you!"

Xia Linyuan glanced at Zang Long. His eyes were undisguised, and a mask appeared on his chubby face. Grayish-white was evenly spread at the corners of his eyes, while light red was distributed on his cheeks.

Xia Linyuan smiled slightly and tentatively asked, "Meet once, then split it in half?"

Zang Long laughed heartily, "We'll split it! We absolutely have to split it!"

"How about one-third?"

Xia Linyuan nodded slowly. "I don't think it's too little..."

Chapter 55 Wang Ai's Killing Intent.

"Next match, Feng Xingtong will face Wang Bing. Please bring your team to the stage!"

The Taoist priest from Longhu Mountain shouted loudly.

"Hehehe, Yuan'er, look at Xing Tong's performance. Yesterday, Feng Xing Tong used the Spirit Binding Technique to detain the shamanic immortals. He almost made Deng Youfu die of anger."

Zang Long chuckled, looking like he was enjoying the show. His words slightly shocked Xia Linyuan.

All things in the world possess Qi, and immortals are animals that cultivate Qi.

Animals are naturally simple and honest. Once they obtain Qi, their progress in cultivation is often much faster than that of humans, and they are often more powerful than humans.

'To summon spirits and command generals...'

Although Xia Linyuan was also eager to see it, he had more important things to do.

That Wang Ai.....

It seems there is no branch field.

Xia Linyuan secretly surveyed the competition venue.

I didn't get to see any big shots.

"Zang Long, cheer for Xing Tong. I have some things to take care of..."

Before Xia Linyuan could finish speaking, two aged figures walked onto the high platform and occupied the best viewing spot.

A fat man with small eyes and a hunched neck, looking like a fat mouse.

The other person was tall and slender, with a deep scar across his right eye. The scar ran straight down from his forehead, the stitches leaving a gruesome mark.

Wang Jia - Wang Ai

Lü Family - Lü Ci

Xia Linyuan understood; it seemed there was no need to search any further.

"Yuan'er, aren't you going to watch Xing Tong's match?"

Zang Long's puzzled voice came over.

Xia Linyuan immediately changed his tune: "Since we've caught up with Xing Tong's match, of course we have to watch it."

Zang Long nodded: "I think it should be very interesting, after all, Xing Tong's opponent is the grandson of the Ten Elders."

Hearing what Zang Long said, Xia Linyuan also pretended to be interested and looked towards the arena.

But out of the corner of his eye, he kept glancing at the high platform.

With the arrival of Feng Xingtong and Wang Bing.

Wang Ai's old face beamed with joy, her eyes crinkling at the corners: "Old Lü, look, that's my grandson..."

Lu Ci glanced at Wang Ai indifferently and gave a low, indifferent "hmm." His eyes remained completely unmoved as he watched the competition. Apart from the battles between the most outstanding juniors, the other fights were of no interest to him.

On the competition field, Feng Xingtong and Wang Bing exchanged greetings and then began to fight.

A chilling aura emanated from Feng Xingtong's hands. Wisps of black energy rose from them. This was witchcraft. A method of nurturing and utilizing one's spirit within the body to enhance one's offensive capabilities.

Wang Bing then chose to use talismans to deal with Feng Xingtong. The two fought fiercely.

Upon seeing this, Zang Long couldn't help but exclaim in confusion, "This Wang Bing doesn't use his own family's inherited techniques, but instead uses the talismanic methods of the Shangqing School. That's strange."

"Unfortunately, his skills are not yet proficient."

Xia Linyuan spoke calmly, his brows furrowing as he looked at Wang Bing on the competition field. A pale, oily white hue slowly crept onto Wang Bing's face. A pale, watery white outlined his eyes, while yellow hues radiated from the bridge of his nose, spreading outwards, with green filling the gaps between them...

An arrogant and ruthless person.

This is the grandson of the Ten Elders.

Seeing that he could not gain the upper hand using talismans, Wang Bing also began to use witchcraft.

Feng Xingtong beamed with joy upon seeing this, though her use of witchcraft made her appear rather sinister: "Oh, what a coincidence, you know witchcraft too..."

"That's a perfect opportunity for me to show off the celestial being I just invited..."

As soon as Feng Xingtong finished speaking, the black energy in his hand condensed into a form, and a jet-black python flew out like flowing water, soaring into the sky.

The chilly atmosphere made the temperature drop a notch throughout the arena.

Xia Linyuan couldn't help but marvel at the wonder of spirit control; no wonder it had attracted so many people to fight over it. Such a powerful immortal was being ordered around by Feng Xingtong.

My grandfather was protecting this power...

"Come on, Uncle Liu!"

"Lend me your power."

Feng Xingtong spread his arms wide, his eyes radiating a cold white light.

Just as the immortal was about to ascend to Feng Xingtong's body, his figure suddenly stopped.

A strange scene happened.

Wang Bing raised one hand, palm facing the immortal, and coldly shouted, "You beast! Come here now!"

Under the serious gazes of everyone, the spirit summoned by Feng Xingtong actually turned against them!

Heading towards Wang Bingfei!

"Binding...binding spirits and commanding generals! Isn't that Xing Tong's family's unique skill? How come Wang Bing knows it too! That's one of the Eight Extraordinary Skills!"

Zang Long exclaimed in surprise.

Xia Linyuan's expression turned cold. "Fatty, it's confirmed that the Spirit Binding Technique is from the Feng family, right?"

"Yes! I once saw a list of thieves to be punished in the Lu family study! It included the name of the founder of the Eight Extraordinary Techniques! His name was Feng Tianyang, definitely not surnamed Wang!"

"Hehehe..."

Xia Linyuan let out a cold laugh. This startled Zang Long, who asked worriedly, "Yuan'er, are you alright?"

Xia Linyuan shook his head, his expression calm, his eyes fixed on the spirit-binding and commanding techniques Wang Bing was using, but inside, several volcanoes were already erupting.

'If the Old Celestial Master isn't lying to me, any family vying for the Eight Extraordinary Skills will inevitably have to go through my grandfather.'

'Does the fact that the Wang family acquired this extraordinary skill mean my grandfather failed?'

'hehe'

'You dare use stolen skills openly? Seriously...aren't you afraid my grandfather will haunt you as a ghost...?'

Xia Linyuan's expression remained calm, but the deep breaths he exhaled revealed the turmoil within him.

'Is it possible that Feng Zhenghao handed that over to the Wang family? The Tianxia Society is growing rapidly; perhaps they're exchanging extraordinary techniques for opportunities to grow?'

Xia Linyuan slowly closed his eyes, recalling the expressions that had crossed Feng Zhenghao's face. Ruthless, upright, intelligent, courageous, and cunning. Could such a powerful figure have done something so despicable?

Xia Linyuan immediately dismissed the idea. He opened his eyes and looked in Wang Ai's direction.

Wang Ai's rat-like eyes looked down at Xia Linyuan.

In Xia Linyuan's eyes, Wang Ai's face instantly appeared covered with countless black dots...

Xia Linyuan, who was extremely sensitive to murderous intent,

His eyes instantly turned bloodshot, and he involuntarily grinned at Wang Ai. 'This old thief wants to kill me!'

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Wang Ai paused, turned her gaze back to the arena, and said to Lu Ci, "Old Lu, I received some news last night, would you like to hear it?"

Lü Ci turned slightly to the side: "What news?"