Celestial Demon Starting from Attribute Points

Chapter 87: Chapter 74: The Yu Sect Saintess Worships the Evil God, Skull Flower Amid Yellow Earth in the Deep Mountains

Wang Fengyang stood eight feet tall, with bulging muscles stretching his sleeves, his eyes sharp and his steps commanding respect, making ordinary people dare not look directly at him.

This Zhou Eli was from the Governor’s family, whereas Wang Fengyang was from the influential Wang family in the State City.

The Zhou and Wang families had always had a good relationship, which was why the young dandy from the Zhou family, Zhou Changye, would join the Wang family’s scion to cause trouble for Li Xuan.

Upon seeing this group, Li Xuan was initially curious, but after a couple of glances, he understood.

The reason for such a grand display was that the Prime Minister’s residence was looking to hunt down demons.

Demons had a taste for human flesh.

And humans, in turn, enjoyed hunting demons.

It seemed that there were secrets to advancing one’s level hidden within.

Cao Wen and Jin Jingsong also greeted Li Xuan in return, discussing the events of the day.

In the distance, Wang Fengyang was walking when he suddenly stopped, glanced sideways, then, recognizing someone in the crowd, focused his gaze on Li Xuan.

"Young Master Li, come over here," Wang Fengyang called out.

Li Xuan approached, saluted, and said, "Mr. Wang."

Cao Wen, showing urgency, quickly followed but saw Wang Fengyang wave him to stop.

He had no choice but to halt, though he was quite anxious inside.

The Wang family dandy whom Li Xuan had beaten up that day was Wang Fengyang’s nephew.

Wang Fengyang stared at Li Xuan for a while before suddenly laughing, "Young talent, being a Grandmaster at such a young age and even becoming a Secret Martial Artist."

Secret Martial Artists had a vague sense of each other, much like demons.

However, it was just an aura of perception.

To truly understand the other’s level, either there was a vast difference in realm, or... they had to test each other.

Li Xuan replied, "Mr. Wang overpraises me. I was just lucky enough to learn a bit by chance."

Wang Fengyang’s eyes were bright and aggressive as he suddenly said, "Though the provincial exams are not as important as the capital’s imperial exams requiring literature everywhere, they are still significant. You were once a pupil of Cao Shuda, but today... you should become a pupil of the Governor Zhou’s family."

Saying this, he glanced at the tall female martial artist on the other side.

Zhou Eli merely cast a casual glance over, saying, "Alright."

Then she turned her head, clearly uninterested.

Wang Fengyang leaned in, briskly patted Li Xuan’s shoulder, and said, "Then it’s settled.

As for my nephew causing you trouble, since we are one family, there’s nothing more to it, haha!"

Next to them, Cao Wen heard this, showing a hint of bitterness.

He had a "sense" for these things and clearly felt something amiss at the moment.

And Li Xuan understood very well.

To someone like Wang Fengyang, he surely knew a lot of information, like how Li Xuan refused Liu Baiqing and Liang Shigu.

So if someone like him were brought into the Governor’s faction by Wang Fengyang, it would be equivalent to giving those old folks in the Ministry of War a slap in the face.

The implication being, "See, the person you want couldn’t be roped in; they still end up aligning with my Prime Minister’s House."

This was pure flattery.

Just to earn a cheerful smile from the Prime Minister in his leisure moments.

As for the quality of the recruits, it wasn’t important.

And if Li Xuan dared to refuse, then... Wang Fengyang would definitely retaliate here, paying back the previous kick Li Xuan gave his nephew.

But amidst this jocular, yet slightly intimidating atmosphere, Li Xuan suddenly stopped in his tracks.

"Hmm?!"

Wang Fengyang continued to hold his shoulder, snorting through his nose.

Li Xuan raised his hand, grasping the one Wang Fengyang had on his shoulder, giving it a subtle shake, channeling his energy through his arm, releasing a blazing white aura from his palm.

Smack!!

Wang Fengyang felt his hand like it had been electrified and instinctively drew back.

"Good lad!"

Wang Fengyang’s expression froze cold, his hand reaching straight for the hilt of his knife, "Refusing a toast to drink a forfeit!"

Whoosh whoosh whoosh...

The aura surged as white mist rose.

And amidst the rolling white mist, Li Xuan’s hand was already on the Sparrow Feather Sword.

By now, his strength had long surpassed even a Triple Cultivator Secret Martial Artist, so showing just the level of a Dual Cultivator, what did it matter?

Hiding seven and revealing three, this was his way of self-preservation.

As for humiliation for the sake of survival?

Heh, as the Eldest Young Master Li, he could be low-key, but he couldn’t suffer such indignity!!

Three parts power, the sword light unsheathed.

Meanwhile, Wang Fengyang also drew his long knife, with a surge of ferocity in the blade, meeting the sword!

Boom!!

Blade versus sword.

A loud thunderous crack sounded, with white aura spreading in all directions.

Nearby, Cao Wen, Jin Jingsong, and others were shocked to their core, as if a massive bell had rung by their ears, leaving them stunned.

In their eyes, the scattered white aura was hazy and indistinct, as loud booming sounds continuously exploded within, only seeing the crisscrossing of cold lights, only seeing nearby old trees sliced smoothly in two by the cold lights.

"You’re courting death!"

Wang Fengyang roared in anger, his head heated up, his blade’s light grew fiercer, his arms enveloped in a blanket of white like steaming hot soup.

Yet on the other side, Li Xuan matched him perfectly, his longsword angled, cold eyes fixed on Wang Fengyang, said coolly, "I declined General Liu and General Liang’s invitations, naturally I won’t accept yours either."

The two faced off fiercely, neither yielding an inch.

During their standoff, a woman’s voice sounded from the other side.

"Enough!"

Zhou Eli said, "Wang Fengyang, we have other important tasks today, don’t delay!"

Wang Fengyang glared coldly at Li Xuan.

Suddenly, the two both raised their hands, exchanging fist salutes, ceasing their confrontation.

Wang Fengyang sheathed his knife and continued on his way.

Li Xuan also slowly sheathed his sword.

Cao Wen and Jin Jingsong hurried over, looking at him like he was some kind of monster.