My Two-sided Cultivation: Starting From Collecting Experiences - Chapter 291

291 Luoshui Bloodline!

At the southern corner of Wanli Street lay a courtyard belonging to a steward in the County Governor Manor.

Xu Tu, with a bruised face, sat calmly between two men and a woman. The three Blue Sea Pavilion experts, donning aqua blue robes, wore natural expressions on their faces, as they were used to seeing Xu Tu in this state.

“Senior Brother Xu, Little Junior Sister seemed so reluctant to part. It was clear that she had feelings for the Senior Brother she was talking about,” He Daxin said in a muffled voice.

“How is it a secret feeling?” The female martial artist, Jing Jiuying, sighed. Her eyes were filled with a look as if she had already seen through everything.

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“Two days ago, Senior Brother He went to probe and threatened with his life. Neither Little Junior Sister nor her parents said anything.”

“Tsk tsk” Jing Jiuying couldn’t help but sigh.

“This proves that Little Junior Sister and Uncle Luo have good characters, which is also a good thing for our Blue Sea Pavilion.” He Daxin scratched his head.

“But Senior Brother He, you’re too rude!”

“It’s fine now. Originally, Little Junior Sister had said that she would leave after meeting her Senior Brother, but now that they are at the Nine Dragons sect in Lingjiang, Little Junior Sister is unwilling to say a word.”

Jing Jiuying was speechless.

“It doesn’t matter. Anyway, the Nine Dragons sect has already come to find us. Little Junior Sister’s Senior Brother must have already known where Little Junior Sister and the others are,” He Daxin said in a deep voice.

“What if because of your recklessness, Little Junior Sister doesn’t want to come with us?” Jing Jiuying rolled his eyes.

The group continued to argue.

Xu Tu frowned and thought calmly, ‘Little Junior Sister and her daughter have the Luoshui bloodline. Their future achievements are beyond imagination’

“And that mysterious senior brother is just from the Nine Dragons sect, a disciple with some power.”

“The difference is too great”

“It seems like Junior Sister really likes that person. However, if we let her be, the gap between the two of them will only grow bigger and bigger. In the end, they will end up in two separate worlds.”

Xu Tu suddenly spoke up, “I have a way to get the best of both worlds.”

“What are you planning, Senior Brother Xu?”

“When that mysterious senior brother comes, we’ll pretend to be hostile in front of Little Junior Sister. We’ll use the name of the Blue Sea Pavilion to intimidate him first.

“If he wants to live, he should leave. If he wants to die, he can stay. If he leaves with his tail between his legs, Little Junior Sister will naturally not be worried about following us back to the Blue Sea Pavilion.”

“What if he stays?” Jing Jiuying asked curiously.

“Well” Xu Tu chuckled. “You and I, as warriors of Qingzhou, will show him our power and let him know how vast the gap between us is. Make him a rival once and throw some provocative and sarcastic words at him.

“If he’s determined, he will naturally go to Qingzhou to train and constantly grow stronger to catch up to Little Junior Sister. This will also give the two of them a glimmer of hope for the future.”

Xu Tu’s words made Jing Jiuying and He Daxin’s eyes shine.

“What a great idea, Senior Brother Xu!”

“I’m afraid only Senior Brother Xu can think of such a method.”

The two of them praised, impressed by Xu Tu’s imagination.

“For the sake of the sect’s disciples, we must consider not just cultivation resources, but also food, clothing, housing, transportation, family relationships, and even marriage. This is also the reason why my Blue Sea Pavilion is so famous throughout Qingzhou.” Xu Tu clasped his hands behind his back and continued to teach with a transcendent attitude.

“Jiuying has learned her lesson!”

Xu Tu waved his hand. “Junior Sister Jing, when the time comes, lend me your makeup to help me dress up. My current appearance is too handsome. Without a sense of oppression and ferocity, the effect might not be very good.”

“As expected of Senior Brother!” Jing Jiuying praised.

“Details. It’s all in the details.”

“By the way, Senior Brother Xu, last night, you and the First Elder went to the Nine Dragons sect to search for the dragon corpse. Does that thing really exist?” He Daxin asked curiously.

Xu Tu nodded. “The dragon corpse is not fake. Even in death, its power was still terrifying. Even Aunt could not move it.” His expression turned a little ugly at the mention of this, and Qin Huai’s figure appeared in his mind.

“Speaking of which, Senior Brother, the injuries on your body today… It didn’t seem like they were just from the great elder.”

“Is this the force mark of the True Path sect?” Jing Jiuying frowned as she tended to Xu Tu’s wound.

“Haha… I bumped into the sect master of the Nine Dragons sect and had a spar with him.” Xu Tu laughed.

“How powerful is the young sect master of the Nine Dragons sect?” Jing Jiuying was intrigued. “I heard from the people in the city that Qin Huai was able to control the dragon corpse when he was less than twenty years old and established the power of Lingjiang county.”

“It’s alright. I have won against him.” Xu Tu coughed lightly.

Two rooms away, the three members of the Luo family were a little worried.

“I really didn’t expect that after leaving the wolf’s den, we would enter a tiger’s den.”

Luo Huatian was no longer as wealthy as before. He was very skinny, and the bones on both sides of his cheeks protruded from hunger.

“This Blue Sea Pavilion isn’t just a blessed land for the three of us. It’s also another dragon pond.”

Yu Xin patted Luo Huatian’s back. “There shouldn’t be any problems. Although He Daxin was reckless that day, he was also beaten up by Elder Xu. Besides, the three of us don’t have a single cent on us. Why would the dignified bone pattern realm warriors go through so much trouble for us?”

Luo Huatian rubbed his forehead and sighed. “We were trapped in September Hook for a year and have seen too many tragedies. There are quite a number of Sacred Heart disciples who cultivate their feelings before killing someone. In the end, their ‘relatives’ become food for their mouths.”