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During the time the group was talking, the old fisherman glanced in their direction at first, but then turned his attention back to the thin sorcerer.

He formed a hand seal, and a water arrow shot towards the thin sorcerer's throat with a sharp whooshing sound.

The thin sorcerer quickly retreated three steps, clasped his hands together in front of his chest, and barely managed to conjure a water shield to block the water arrow.

But just as the water shield blocked one attack, the old fisherman's water whip lashed out from his side and behind.

The water whip was only as thick as a thumb, but it spun as fast as a water snake darting into the air. It struck the stone slab beneath his feet, scattering pebbles and leaving a crack about an inch deep.

The thin sorcerer staggered backward, his Taoist robe soaked with cold sweat. He glanced at Chu Nan and the others, a glimmer of hope flashing in his eyes, and urgently called out, "Fellow practitioners, I am Lu Pingchuan, Elder of the Jade Toad Temple! If you are willing to lend a helping hand today, the Jade Toad Temple will surely reward you handsomely!"

He shouted these words quickly and urgently, every word a plea for survival.

After all, he could sense the martial arts aura emanating from Wenbo.

He couldn't quite gauge the aura of the people around Wenbo; they seemed to be just ordinary people.

But for that young man and the other middle-aged man to stand in the ravine and watch the battle at such a time, they must either be fools or have something to rely on.

Old Fisherman shook his head with a cold laugh, his hand seals continuing unabated.

He had long sensed the presence behind the mountain wall: a faint, almost imperceptible martial arts aura, and several ordinary people with no cultivation whatsoever.

He recognized that martial arts true energy; it belonged to the old servant of the Qian family who had been sent flying by his water whip in the county town of Hainei.

"I thought it was some kind of master hiding there, but it turns out to be you, your defeated foe. You barely escaped with your life in Hainei County last time, but instead of taking good care of your injuries, you came here to die a second time."

As the old fisherman spoke, he approached the thin sorcerer, his water whip tracing an arc in the air. "What can an injured grandmaster with disordered energy change even if he takes action? He'll just be taking one more person down with him before he dies."

"As for you... you came with your junior brother, and now that he's dead, how will you explain going back alone to your abbot? Why don't you stay and keep him company?"

Lu Pingchuan turned pale. The old fisherman's words struck his deepest sore spot. He couldn't escape, nor could he win.

The two of them were overwhelmed when they teamed up, and now that he's alone, he's even less of a match.

He pinned all his last hopes on the few people behind the cliff.

Wenbo frowned slightly upon hearing what the old fisherman said.

He knew that the old fisherman was right. In his current state, his chances of winning against this old sorcerer alone were no more than 20%.

But he knew even better that if he didn't intervene, Lu Pingchuan would surely die, and once Lu Pingchuan was dead, no one would be able to hold off Old Fisherman.

At that time, the herb will fall into the hands of the Sea God Palace, and Second Master's life will truly be beyond saving!

Wenbo turned around and whispered to Qian Xinya, "Miss, I must go. If the divine medicine is taken by the Sea God Palace, then Second Master will—"

"I know!"

Gan Xinya bit her lip, looking at Wenbo with a complicated expression.

She...didn't want Wenbo to go.

Her father was away from home for many years, and her mother was gentle and weak. It was Wenbo who truly stayed by her side and took care of her.

She could be arrogant and domineering in front of outsiders, and she could put on airs like a young lady in front of everyone, but in front of Wenbo, none of those airs mattered.

But she knew even better that if Wenbo wasn't allowed to go, the medicinal herb would fall into the hands of the strange boy, and her father would never have any hope of waking up again.

Qian Xinya turned her head away from Wenbo, her voice trembling slightly, a tremor she herself didn't even notice, "Be careful."

Wenbo nodded, clasped his hands in a fist salute towards Chu Nan, then turned around, lightly stepped on the gravel under his feet, and leaped out of the ravine.

He landed beside Lu Pingchuan, his hands hanging naturally at his sides, his gray hair fluttering slightly in the mountain breeze.

When Lu Pingchuan saw Wen Bo standing beside him, the fear in his eyes finally subsided a bit.

He cupped his hands in a respectful bow to Wenbo, his tone filled with gratitude for surviving such a close call, "Thank you for your righteous help, friend! May I ask your honorable name?"

"You're welcome."

Wenbo stared intently at the old fisherman and said something without turning his head.

When the old fisherman saw Wenbo land in the arena, he was stunned for a moment, and then suddenly laughed.

"As expected of you, a defeated opponent."

The laughter wasn't loud, but it was particularly jarring as it echoed through the valley.

As he spoke, he slowly formed a hand seal with his right hand, and the dark blue light in his palm shone again. "I thought that after you suffered such a big loss in Hainei County, you would at least calm down for a few days. I didn't expect you to be in such a hurry."

"Last time, that young grandmaster saved your life. What about this time? How much of your injury has healed? Sixty percent? Fifty percent? You dare to come here and challenge this old man while you're still injured? Do you have a death wish?"

Upon hearing this, Lu Pingchuan's newly ignited hope was doused with cold water.

He originally thought that Wenbo could keep the old fisherman in check, but according to the old fisherman, this old master had already lost to him once, and even the injury was inflicted by the old fisherman.

A flicker of disappointment crossed his face, but he quickly clenched his teeth.

Now is not the time to be picky; it's better for two people to lose than for one to wait to die.

"My friend..."

He turned his head and whispered to Wenbo, "The reason my junior brother and I lost before was because we are both sorcerers, and we were outmatched in the battle."

"His Dark Water spell is too effective against sorcerers' attack methods, which is why my junior brother—"

Lu Pingchuan paused for a moment, then lowered his voice even further, "But things are different now. You are a martial arts grandmaster, and the rules of combat between martial artists and sorcerers are different."

"I'll create an opportunity for you to get close. As long as you can hit him, no matter how strong his magic is, he won't be able to withstand it."

Wenbo nodded; he thought the same thing as Lu Pingchuan.

In a battle between sorcerers, whoever has the stronger spell can suppress the other.

However, the martial artist's advantage lies in speed and explosive power. As long as they can get within three steps, the sorcerer will not have time to cast any of their spells.

But he knew in his heart that the key to this battle was not the old fisherman, but that strange boy!

His gaze passed over the old fisherman's shoulder and landed on the young man in the moon-white robe by the pool.

The young palace master did not participate in the battle from beginning to end. He simply stood by the pool with his hands behind his back, his dark eyes fixed on the depths of the pool, as if waiting for something.

The boy wasn't focused on the people fighting on the shore; he was interested in what was inside the cave.

As long as he doesn't interfere, Lu Pingchuan and himself might still have a chance of winning.

But last time in Hainei County, the young palace master used a fish-startling stone to launch a sneak attack, instantly disintegrating half of his protective aura.

If the young palace master makes a move again this time...