Let's just drift through life together in this quick transmigration story.

The talisman is a curse that brings bad luck to whoever gets stuck with it. The one Wang Hui took out was only effective for one day. Thinking about her new roommate's various misfortunes in class tomorrow, she couldn't help but laugh with schadenfreude. Tomorrow was going to be fun. Not just anyone could come to the dojo.

When Xiong Bufan returned, he saw his roommate smiling with his head down, occasionally glancing at him furtively. Xiong Bufan was a hundred times more skeptical that there was nothing fishy going on.

Xiong Bufan asked Kongkong, "What did she do?"

"She put a bad luck charm on your bed. An ordinary person would have a bad day, including getting water stuck in their teeth, finding bugs in their food, getting scolded by the teacher, and so on." Seeing that Xiong Bufan was a little unhappy, Kong Kong changed his tone and said, "These are useless to you. You are a thousand-year-old demon and have traveled to several small worlds. All the talismans are useless to you."

"But it's a fact that she wanted to hurt me."

Xiong Bufan picked up Wang Hui, who pretended to be innocent and said, "What do you want to do? Fighting in the sect without permission will get you expelled from the sect."

"I know, but I want to duel you. You're not afraid, are you?"

Teenagers are at an age when they are prone to fighting. The dojo does not allow private fights, but it allows fighting in the dojo after signing a waiver. After the fight, all grudges are wiped clean. Before Xiong Bufan came, Xu's father made sure he had thoroughly read all the rules of the dojo to prevent Xiong Bufan from being sent back or bullied in less than three days.

Wang Hui hadn't expected her new roommate to know the rules so well, and stubbornly insisted, "A duel it is!"

"Don't cry if you get hurt in the fight."

Xiong Bufan: "You're the only one crying!" When it comes to making tough statements, Xiong Bufan has never lost.

The two stood in the training ground, Wang Hui holding a long whip in her hand. "You can choose a weapon, otherwise people who don't know better will think I'm bullying you!"

The young Taoist priest, who couldn't descend the mountain, loved watching the spectacle. Standing below the platform, he shouted, "Senior Sister Wang, defeat her! Let her know how powerful you are!"

"Senior Sister Wang, I support you!"

"Go, Senior Sister Wang!"

Zhu Yu quietly hid in the crowd. He was also very curious about who was stronger, his junior sister or Wang Hui, the number one among her peers. This duel was truly something to look forward to.

Xiong Bufan watched all this quietly. She never refused anyone who offered themselves up to be beaten. "I don't need the weapons here. Bring it on!"

Wang Hui's fighting spirit was ignited. At the referee's command, Wang Hui was the first to crack the whip. This whip was made of brass and engraved with talismans, which had a strong suppressive effect on ghosts and monsters.

Xiong Bufan grabbed the whip and pulled hard, forcing Wang Hui to give up the whip. If she didn't, she would be thrown away by Xiong Bufan.

Wang Hui showed no panic even after losing her weapon. She pulled out a bunch of talismans from her bosom and threw them at Xiong Bufan, then quickly ran towards him.

Unfortunately, the talisman was useless; it couldn't immobilize Xiong Bufan or slow down his reactions. Xiong Bufan didn't want to play with Wang Hui anymore, so he grabbed Wang Hui's leg and slammed her to the ground.

The dojo was made of flat cement, and even the black spots were from burning talismans. Wang Hui couldn't grab anything and could only be hit on the ground by Xiong Bufan again and again, until her face was covered in blood.

Remembering how important his face was to the young girl, Xiong Bufan tossed Wang Hui aside, dusted off his hands (which were not actually dust), and prepared to leave the stage.

The young Taoist priests below the stage were already speechless with shock. If their goddess-like Senior Sister Wang had been beaten like that, they, who were not as good as Senior Sister Wang, didn't know what kind of beating they would receive.

Wang Hui slowly raised her head and said, "Wait, wait, I haven't finished yet!"

Xiong Bufan really admired Wang Hui's perseverance. Even after being thrown around like that, she didn't give up. As a result, he saw Wang Hui open several gourds, and there was a ghost in each gourd.

Zhu Yu smiled. It seemed that this junior disciple named Wang Hui was getting serious. She just didn't know if her junior sister could hold on. If she couldn't, it wouldn't be a loss of face, since her junior sister had just beaten up Wang Hui.

It's normal if he can't beat them; even he struggles to deal with the things Wang Hui released.

Xiong Bufan stopped and looked at the ghosts blocking her way. She immediately started fighting them. Ghosts kept sneaking up behind her to ambush her, which was really annoying.

Wang Hui got up and wiped the blood off her face. So what if she couldn't win in hand-to-hand combat? She still had so many helpers.

Xiong Bufan: "Hey, if I beat these ghosts of yours to death, you won't cry, will you?"

This wasn't a life-or-death struggle, so Xiong Bufan would consult Wang Hui before getting serious.

In Wang Hui's eyes, this was a blatant provocation. She gritted her teeth and said, "Wait until you can beat them before we talk. I won't let you off easy anymore."

A horizontal sword suddenly appeared in Xiong Bufan's hand. Although the blade looked rustic, its strength should not be underestimated.

Xiong Bufan slashed one down, and it vanished into thin air because of the unpleasant smell. She then used her knife to smash the others, scattering their forms. When they reassembled, their bodies became transparent.

Wang Hui was really worried when she saw that the ghost had been killed, so she quickly took out her gourd and brought back the remaining ghosts.

Xiong Bufan rushed over and slapped Wang Hui aside with his knife, then continued slapping the ghosts with his knife until the remaining ones were all the same size before stopping.

The ghost began to hide behind Wang Hui. Xiong Bufan gestured with his hand and said confidently, "They're all the same now, and they look much better."

Obsessive-compulsive disorder is really not a good habit. Wang Hui almost cried when she saw the ghost that had turned completely transparent. Not only did it have no fighting power now, but it would also die young if it were to be reincarnated.

Xiong Bufan sheathed his sword and prepared to step off the stage, but was stopped again by someone, "Xu Fenghua, I challenge you to a duel!"

A man in blue robes had appeared in front of Wang Hui at some point. Xiong Bufan had smelled this man's scent in the main hall during the day.

Xiong Bufan: "Oh, you guys are using a tag-team approach, shameless."

However, if anyone doesn't like me, they can all come at me at once, so I don't have to take turns and waste my time. This statement was extremely arrogant.

Seeing that things were going badly, Zhu Yu quickly ran away. Let his junior sister be beaten if she wants; he didn't want to get involved or be scolded by his master. So he needed to find an alibi as soon as possible.

Those who had been cheering for Wang Hui from the sidelines had all rushed onto the stage. The young Taoist priest in charge of recording and judging looked at Xiong Bufan with concern. This newcomer really didn't know his place.