Curses erupted from the Wei Wo Zheng Sect’s side.

The Guardians’ side erupted in thunderous laughter.

Yan Nan couldn’t help but laugh: "Dongfang, this contestant of yours has a sharp tongue. I wonder if their skills match up with it."

Dongfang Sansan smiled and said: "Oh? It’s rare for Vice Sect Master Yan to take an interest in a King level. Their tongue is indeed quite sharp."

Yan Nan’s heart skipped a beat.

Damn it, what does he mean by saying I have an interest in a King level!

What does this bastard mean by that?

He said lightly, "No matter how sharp the tongue, if they get cut down in one move, it’s useless."

Dongfang Sansan leisurely said, "This is a friendly match, fatalities are not allowed. If they occur, it’s the referee’s fault."

"..."

Yan Nan was actually at a loss for words.

He picked up his tea, took a sip, and said lightly, "There’s a lot of grudges. Let’s see if they can pair up to battle."

The drawing of lots began.

"The first match, Wei Wo Zheng Sect’s Bing Jian against Guardian Luo Shishui."

At the same time, the information of the eighteen individuals was distributed to the high-ranking members from both sides and to those watching from various Outer World Mountain Sects.

...

"Basically evenly matched."

Yan Nan commented.

"Even match."

Dongfang Sansan said, "Bing Jian has a slightly higher chance of winning."

Yan Nan was puzzled, then continued to look at the information, shaking his head: "I don’t see it."

Dongfang Sansan reminded, "Because your people are more treacherous and shameless, so the chances are a bit higher."

Yan Nan had a dark expression: "As if you guys are so righteous. When have you ever been noble in battles against us?"

"That’s called using poison to fight poison."

Dongfang Sansan, calm as ever, said, "We’ve almost finished this tea, let’s change it."

"Change to yours."

"We don’t have any."

"Then let’s not change, just brew a new pot."

Yan Nan wasn’t going to change it. After changing the tea, this guy would definitely find a way to take ten pounds of it away. Is this top-grade Spiritual Tea so easy to come by?

He only plucked the Spiritual Tea from his own stock, winning back all the losing bets with some left over.

Dongfang Sansan sighed and said, "I remember you guys have a tea called Dragon Whisker Tea."

Yan Nan said, "That’s the pinnacle tea of our Wei Wo Zheng Sect. What, you want it?"

Dongfang Sansan smiled slyly: "I do."

Yan Nan: "..."

You are really shameless.

With a dark face, he said, "No way!"

"Don’t be so stingy," Dongfang Sansan complained.

"You’re so generous, what have you ever given me?" Yan Nan retorted.

Dongfang Sansan handed over his wooden hand plaything: "I’ll give you this."

"What is this? Cixin wood?" Yan Nan had long noticed the light yellow wood piece Dongfang Sansan was playing with.

If even Dongfang Sansan played with it, it definitely wasn’t ordinary.

When he took it over, his eyes lit up as he played with it in his palm. It was shaped as a small, exquisite incense burner, smooth and comfortable to hold, with a faint aroma that calmed the mind: "Oh, it’s got a patina, must have been played with for quite some time, right?"

"Yes, Cixin wood. I’ve kept it in my hand, always ready to gift it to you."

Dongfang Sansan calmly said, "It can suppress Heart Demons and resist evil thoughts. I know you need this, so I specifically brought one for you this time. It’s a specialty of our side, and only grows at our headquarters. There aren’t many mature ones, and they’re all with me."

Yan Nan immediately nodded: "This is quite nice."

He indeed needed this, though not for himself, but for Yan Beihan.

After all, Wei Wo Zheng Sect warriors don’t want to become the kind of demons who know nothing but slaughter, and the evil thoughts released by the Five Spirits Gu push people in that direction.

"Since it’s nice, I’ll give it to you." Dongfang Sansan waved generously.

"Then I’ll accept it." Yan Nan immediately pocketed it, not willing to miss out on a good deal.

It’s rare to get something from Dongfang Sansan, and it instantly lifted his mood.

But then he saw Dongfang Sansan directly call out to the attendant behind him, "Go bring me two pounds of top-grade Dragon Whisker Tea from Vice Sect Master Yan Nan."

Attendant: "??"

Yan Nan’s face turned black as coal. But having just accepted something from someone else, how could he refuse now?

He never dreamed that this guy would start asking for something right after gifting him a piece of wood, and even command his people to get it.

If the roles were reversed, Yan Nan felt he would never be so shameless.

But Dongfang Sansan did it, and he did it confidently as if it were normal.

Suddenly, the Cixin wood in his pocket felt a bit hot to the touch, and he said irritably, "What are you looking at me for? Go get it for him!"

"Yes." The attendant turned and left.

Yan Nan felt once again at a disadvantage.

Damn it, trading a mere piece of Cixin wood for two pounds of Spiritual Tea.

But he did indeed need this Cixin wood. Yan Beihan was going to go on a Jianghu experience, and being young, if the intent to kill took hold, it wouldn’t be easy to resolve. With this, there’d be no worries, allowing for some retention of humanity.

Returning it was definitely not an option, because if Dongfang Sansan didn’t offer it, he would still plan to get it.

Though the value was somewhat mismatched compared to two pounds of Dragon Whisker Tea.

The attendant had already brought the two pounds of tea over. Dongfang Sansan casually handed it to Yang Luoyu, who once again stashed it away.

A smile tugged at the corners of his mouth.

Were it not for the inappropriate setting, he would’ve laughed heartily.

The Ninth Lord was extremely generous to his own people, but when it came to outsiders, how could he be taken advantage of?

Cixin wood was indeed a good thing, especially when given to high-ranking members of the Demon Sect. At the very least, when issuing some cruel orders or trying to carry out inhumane plans, the Cixin wood would come into play, maintaining some compassion and preventing extreme actions.