Danwu Refining Spirit

Chapter Thirty-One: The Sharpest Strike, A Battle of Life and Death

While the two were exchanging questions, Situ Mingyue quietly moved her feet, intending to retreat into the crowd.

Xiao Chong wasn't about to let her escape, so he grabbed the back of her cloak without hesitation.

Just as he was about to force the other party to apologize to Qingmeng, he heard Qingmeng whisper, "Forget it, young master. You're about to participate in the hunting competition, so it's best to avoid trouble. Besides, I'm not hurt, and this lady has already paid for it."

What a sensible little girl! Even after being wronged, she only cares about her young master. Xiao Chong decided to seek justice for Qing Meng, so he gripped the cloak even tighter.

"Let go of your claws!" The alluring man was even angrier, his rouge smearing all over the ground.

Just as Xiao Chong was about to mock the man a few more times, the fat man rushed over, panting, and whispered in Xiao Chong's ear, "This woman is called Situ Mingyue, the daughter of the new head of the Situ family. That man is a genius from the Tie family; I heard he has already mastered martial arts and is very powerful."

The three major families of Feiyue City have always been engaged in open and covert struggles, and each family knows very well who the key figures in the other's family are. Therefore, the fat man immediately revealed the other's background. However, because the fat man ran too fast, he couldn't control his breathing, and his voice sounded a bit loud.

After hearing what the fat man said, Xiao Chong also felt somewhat conflicted. If he fought, he would definitely suffer a loss, but he couldn't swallow his anger if he just let the other party go.

"Trick him! How dare such an insignificant ant be so arrogant?" Just as he was hesitating, a familiar voice rang in Xiao Chong's mind.

It's the spirit of the cauldron! Xiao Chong's spirits immediately lifted.

To be honest, he admired some of the methods used by Dingling. After all, it was an old monster who had lived for thousands of years; it must have done its fair share of underhanded things.

Just then, Tie Changqing's voice, that is, the charming man's voice, came again: "Scared now? Now that you know I'm a genius, why don't you tuck your tail between your legs and run away!"

"I was originally considering letting you off the hook, but you brought this on yourself." Encouraged by the cauldron spirit, Xiao Chong felt much more at ease.

He chuckled coldly, "What genius? Do you think this is like raising pigs? You think you can just feed them and make them grow?"

Upon hearing this, the onlookers burst into laughter.

Tie Changqing, sitting opposite him, also changed color abruptly. One half of his face turned as red as fire, while the other half turned ashen, just as his name suggested.

"Boy, watch your mouth, or I'll teach you a lesson today."

Enraged, Tie Changqing slammed open his folding fan, revealing four large, flamboyant characters on the fan: "Young Master Changqing."

These four characters are the nickname he gave himself, which he has always been very proud of, and the gesture of waving a fan has become his trademark.

"Young Master Changqing? Does the word 'Changqing' refer to your current complexion?" Xiao Chong asked cryptically, displaying a spirit of "not being ashamed to ask questions."

Tie Changqing was so angry that he wanted to punch the other person into mincemeat.

But as a genius member of the Tie family, he wasn't entirely a fool; he still retained a shred of rationality.

It's important to understand that minor squabbles between disciples of the three major families are harmless, but if someone were to be beaten to death in the street, triggering a bloodbath between the families, the consequences would be far beyond what a single disciple could bear. Therefore, his mind was racing at this moment.

"I think I just heard that lowly maid mention that this boy is going to participate in the hunting competition. Taking care of him during the competition would be a good opportunity. Yes, that's it."

Having made up his mind, Tie Changqing snapped his folding fan shut and said angrily, "Boy, you also want to participate in the hunting competition? Then do you dare to have a match with this young master and see who can come out alive?"

"Boring. The hunting competition area is so big, it's questionable whether we'll even run into each other during the competition. What's the point of talking about these brave and fierce things now?"

Xiao Chong chuckled inwardly, deciding to rub salt into the wound: "Young Master Changqing, we are now discussing the origin of the name 'Changqing,' please do not change the subject."

Why did you put away your fan? Is it because 'Evergreen' no longer reflects your current expression? Would you like to change your name to 'Rouge Gentleman'? Hmm, that's a good name; it will definitely be more memorable.

Tie Changqing completely lost his temper, his face turning pale and then red, then pale again. Just as he was wondering how to respond, he suddenly saw the fat man who was laughing so hard that his fat jiggled, and immediately remembered a rumor.

He knew about the fat man's background. He had heard that there was only one person in the Xiao family who was closely related to the fat man. Could this kid in front of him be that person?

"Are you the son of the dead Xiao Banshi?"

While asking the question with ill intent, Tie Changqing secretly observed Xiao Chong's expression. After discovering that the other party's expression had indeed changed, he finally smiled triumphantly.

"It really was you! You can't escape now, you'll definitely face me in the competition."

Tie Changqing was even more pleased with himself and planned to find a way to kill Xiao Chong during the hunting competition.

Overjoyed, he decided to go even further.

"Are you really Xiao Banshi's bastard?" Tie Changqing feigned surprise, but immediately corrected himself as if he had said something wrong: "No, the seed is still Xiao's seed, but I don't know whose land it was planted on. Could it be that you are just a weed in that land?"

These words are too vicious; they have touched a raw nerve with Xiao Chong.

It is true that he grew up without a mother and does not know who his birth mother is. But this does not affect a child's innate affection for his mother.

In every child's eyes, the father is always a superhero, and the mother always has a sacred halo that no one can desecrate.

Moreover, children who lose their parents at a young age are more likely to crave and be more sensitive to these things.

Xiao Chong was in a similar situation. Although he had regained his memories of his past life, the pain he had endured for sixteen years was deeply ingrained in his bones.

In the Xiao family, many disciples would call him a fool, a pauper, and a jinx, but no one ever dared to criticize his parents, because all the disciples who did so received a lesson they would never forget.

Now, this topic, which had become taboo among the Xiao family disciples, was once again uttered by Tie Changqing, and the atmosphere in the room immediately became heavy.

Xiao Chong frowned, staring intently at Tie Changqing, his heart burning with anger, but his eyes remained completely calm.

For some reason, the many onlookers, seeing Xiao Chong's cold expression, felt a chill rise from their feet and suddenly all disappeared. Only a few vendors remained, heartbroken over their lost goods, still frozen in place, but no one dared to utter a sound.

"Three days from now, at the hunting competition, I'll bet you our lives!"

The icy voice, forming chilling currents, slowly flowed from Xiao Chong's mouth, like the Grim Reaper reading an obituary before reaping lives.