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nThud!

nWith no warning, Zhao Xidong got a slap from Xiao Qixiu and fell to the ground.

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nHe got up while scratching his head, feeling misunderstood, and with teary eyes, he said, “It’s just an assumption! I already said it was just an assumption!”

n“Huh!” Xiao Qixiu sneered and continued, “Put your shoddy guesswork away. Who is Elder Sang? He is the Vice Dean of the Tiansang Spirit Palace. How can he be the Saint Servant?”

n“Do you know that sometimes just by thinking like that, you can bring calamity to the Spirit Palace?”

n“How many times have I said that the Spiritual Law Division will only enforce the law with sufficient evidence?”

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nHe poked at the head of the young man standing next to him and asked, “Do you want to be put on the punishment platform?”

nZhao Xidong reared back instantly and shut his mouth tight. He did not even dare speak a word.

n“Eat!” Xiao Qixiu scowled as he slapped the table angrily with his palm, then added, “Hurry and eat! Then get lost after you have finished!”

nHe was furious. Xiao Qixiu thought it was excusable had Zhao Xidong suspected someone else in the palace. Instead, he had placed suspicion on none other than Elder Sang.

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nIf he said that Elder Sang was a mole from the Divine Hall, they could verify that later.

nBut his suspicion was on something else.

nSaint Servant?

nIt was impossible for Elder Sang to a member of the opposition. Not only did the old guys present not detect it at all, but Elder Sang had been constantly fighting against that vile organization for so many years!

n“You don’t know sh*t, yet you keep on gibbering here…” Xiao Qixiu scolded in a low voice. He grabbed a wine jug and then slammed it down.

nHe had mistakenly taken the wrong one!

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nZhao Xidong shuddered in response and quickly pushed over a glass of water to Elder Xiao and said, “Take it easy, alright?”

nAfter saying that, Zhao Xidong grabbed a goose leg from the table and gobbled it up in a few bites. Then he quickly stood up.

n“I am already full!”

nHe wanted to leave as soon as he could.

nThe place was too scary for him and he did not want to sit around with the Elders any longer than he had to.

nBesides, Elder Xiao seemed somewhat upset at the moment. Nothing usually frightened Zhao Xidong, but at present, he felt uneasy.

nHe could not help it. He had received scoldings for so many years and had developed a psychological aversion to such situations.

n“Wait, a minute!”

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nHe had only taken two steps before Zhao Xidong heard Ye Xiaotian’s voice come from behind him. Zhao Xidong turned his head around.

nThe white-haired Daoist boy lowered his head, tapping his fingers lightly on the table. He seemed to ponder over something.

nXiao Qixiu looked surprised and roared, “You believe this lad’s bullsh*t?”

nQiao Qianzhi looked at Ye Xiaotian with the same incredulous expression, but he saw the latter shake his head slightly.

n“I do not believe it!”

nThe statement was loud and clear. It showed the level of trust on account of the many years of relationship Ye Xiaotian had with Elder Sang.

nHowever, in the next second, Ye Xiaotian seemed to look deflated.

n“But he has taught me to trust no one in this world except for myself!”

nWith a sigh, a look of determination flashed in Ye Xiaotian’s eyes. Then he turned to Zhao Xidong and spoke solemnly to him.

n“Go find out where Elder Sang has gone to in the last few years, what he has done, and the people he has killed.”

n“I especially want all the information related to the Saint Servant!”

nAfter recovering from a daze, Zhao Xidong’s eyes glinted with excitement.

nTo investigate the Vice Dean! He had never even dared to think about it before!

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n“Yes, Dean!”

nYe Xiaotian looked at the two old fellows, who looked somewhat shocked. He shook his head slightly and picked up his chopsticks, ready to eat.

n“I have to check it out. Even if it is only the slightest of possibilities, we still have to check it out!”

n“There is something else,” added Ye Xiaotian.

nZhao Xidong bowed and was ready to leave. Then, Ye Xiaotian seemed to have remembered something and spoke with a painful expression, as if a headache were coming on. He was rubbing his temples with the chopsticks.

n“Keep a close eye on Xu Xiaoshou. Make sure he does not give us any more trouble. I cannot stand him any longer!”

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n“Xu Xiaoshou, wait up for me!”

nThe shout caught the attention of Xu Xiaoshou, who was the focus of the crowd.

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nXu Xiaoshou stopped, feeling a headache about to come on. He turned around and looked at the huge, tall man with one arm. Distressed, Xu Xiaoshou said, “How many times have I said that it is not a broadsword but an iron block?”

n“And besides, I know nothing about the broadsword technique at all!”

nZhou Tianshen did not believe a word Xu Xiaoshou said.

nIf it was not a broadsword, and if Xu Xiaoshou did not know any broadsword techniques, so what was it he saw earlier?

nAfter a broadsword measuring some ten feet long appeared and slashed through the air, Zhang Xinxiong’s head was separated from his body!

nSuch a formidable broadsword was even more lethal than the golden yellow broadsword on his back!

nYes, much more lethal!

n“I only want to take a look and touch it. I do not want your broadsword,” Zhou Tianshen pleaded.

n“Swallow your saliva right now!” Xu Xiaoshou said.

nXu Xiaoshou found Zhou Tianshen extremely annoying and the man had been bothering him all the way. Xu Xiaoshou did not wish to continue the conversation and suddenly said, “Do you remember the last scene in the Tianxuan Gate?”

nZhou Tianshen froze for a moment as he tried to recall the last thing he saw there.

nHe recalled he had knocked into a child when he was flying back then.

n“Yes, that’s it!”

nXu Xiaoshou pulled out the iron ball from his bosom. Zhou Tianshen’s eyes instantly lit up.

nIt was indeed the thing. Everyone got fooled by Ah Jie’s appearance. So did Zhang Xinxiong.

nJie had unexpectedly transformed into a broadsword, and it shocked everybody present at the ring!

n“Transform it!”

n“Transform it into a broadsword!” Zhou Tianshen said excitedly.

n“Do you want to see it?” Xu Xiaoshou asked seriously.

nZhou Tianshen did not notice the annoyed expression in the young man’s eyes. He nodded repeatedly as he kept swallowing his saliva.

nXu Xiaoshou sighed and tossed the iron ball up in the air. The iron ball transformed into a puppet child instantly.

n“Jie, do not hit too hard.”

nAs soon as Zhou Tianshen heard him say that, he realized that something was wrong. He immediately looked up and found a fist closing into his face rapidly.

n“Huh?”

nBANG!

nHe saw nothing but the color black before he passed out!

n“Phew, finally some peace and quiet.”

nXu Xiaoshou let out a sigh of relief. He caught the huge, tall man before he dropped to the ground and put him over his shoulder.

nThe guy had been too noisy. He stalked Xu Xiaoshou from the life and death platform and never ceased to ask him about the Tianxuan Gate mutation and the broadsword. Xu Xiaoshou simply did not have the patience to tell him so much.

nIf he wanted to explain, it would probably take half a day to do so!

nXu Xiaoshou still had not found the answers to his questions yet. It was much easier to knock him out and solve his problem once and for all.

nAfter taking care of Zhou Tianshen, he turned to Ah Jie.

nThe guy was still the same—an underdeveloped child. But he looked a little different this time.

n“Since you can transform into a broadsword, can you transform into a sword?” Xu Xiaoshou asked.

n“Ma Ma,” Jie murmured, a red beam glowing in his eyes.

n“…”

nXu Xiaoshou was a little curious, wondering if the child was not obedient because they were not in a dangerous situation.

nOr was it because he did not have a close enough relationship with Ah Jie? And it meant that he could not control it yet?

nHe tried several more times and found that he could not get any reaction from Jie except to hear him say Ma Ma.

n“Tsk, this is not good!”

nXu Xiaoshou stroked his chin and deliberated over the iron ball, the puppet child, and the broadsword.

nExactly what was Ah Jie? Other than the three forms, did he have any other manifestations and functions?

n“There must be more!”

n“But I do not know how to trigger them.”

nXu Xiaoshou got a headache trying to figure out what to do.

nI intrigued him when he recalled how Zhang Xinxiong, who was at master level, got killed by the broadsword.

nXu Xiaoshou felt rather disheartened when he held such a treasure in his hands but did not know how to control it effectively!

nPoof!

nHe casually cut his finger and dripped a drop of blood onto Jie’s head.

nXu Xiaoshou observed closely as the drop of blood flowing down from Jie’s head. The blood flowed past Ah Jie’s eye and nose, then entered the corner of his mouth.

nBuzz!

nThere was a flash of a red beam in the eyes of the puppet child. The puppet child reacted with heightened emotion.

n“It is working?”

nXu Xiaoshou looked overjoyed and shouted, “Transform to a sword!”

n“Ma Ma,” Jie whispered.

nThe puppet child tilted his head and stared dumbly at the young man in front of him.

nXu Xiaoshou was at a loss for words.

nMy god, how could the treasure I own be such a dumb one, he thought.

nUnconsciously, his thoughts went to the Hidden Bitter he owned, that was bent on devouring its master. And now he had a dumb Ah Jie, the puppet child.

n“Damn it!”

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