Fantasy, starting with a treasure bowl

"And it's not just the eccentric monk Yao Guangxiao in black; even that scoundrel Jiang Wuya is here. Could it be that he's also offended the Dragon Arena?"

Still hiding in the bushes, Lu Feng suppressed his aura to zero while secretly keeping an eye on the situation on the cliff not far away.

Although he didn't know why Yao Guangxiao was being besieged and chased by Jiang Wuya and others, judging from the current situation, even a fool could guess that the former had most likely offended the Dragon Arena, which was why he was in such a predicament!

"Should we just make a run for it?"

After a moment's thought, Lu Feng suddenly felt a desire to back down.

After all, Yao Guangxiao and he had only met by chance in the past and were not fellow disciples or friends, so whether the other party lived or died had nothing to do with him!

"Forget it, let's see how things go first...!"

"Perhaps this is a good opportunity for me to fish in troubled waters...!"

However, this thought of retreating did not last long, and Lu Feng suppressed it again in the next second.

As the saying goes, the enemy of my enemy is my friend!

Right now, he is also a thorn in the side of the Dragon Arena, and his situation is basically the same as Yao Guangxiao's!

Therefore, in Lu Feng's view, if he could intervene now, he could not only disgust the Dragon Arena, but also gain Yao Guangxiao's favor, which would be more beneficial than harmful!

...

Meanwhile, on the other side of the cliff, the atmosphere remained tense and oppressive.

"Jiang Wuya, do you think this humble monk will submit to the Dragon Arena like this?"

Slowly raising his head to look at the murderous Jiang Wuya opposite him, Yao Guangxiao saw that his face was pale and his breath was weak, but his tone and attitude were still extremely tough, seemingly ignoring the former's threat, "This humble monk may be a little soft in other parts, but the bones in my body are the hardest....!"

"Even if your Dragon Arena lays a trap to hunt me down, I will never bow down, much less serve and die for you scum of the Dragon Arena...!"

"Hmph, you sharp-tongued, bald-headed monk...!"

Seeing Yao Guangxiao daring to spout nonsense even on the verge of death, Jiang Wuya's face darkened, his anger flaring. "Wait until I skin you alive, tear you apart, and rip you to pieces! Let's see if you'll still be so stubborn then, you bald monk!"

"Boss, wait!"

Just as Jiang Wuya was about to strike and finish off Yao Guangxiao, a black-clad assassin stepped forward and whispered in his ear, "I've already found out this bald monk's weakness..."

"Besides that, the brothers just caught something 'good stuff,' guaranteed to change this bald monk's attitude and make him bow down and submit...!"

The assassin in black spoke mysteriously, as if he had found a weakness or vulnerability in Yao Guangxiao.

"Oh?"

Upon hearing this, Jiang Wuya raised an eyebrow and asked, "What good stuff?"

"Boss, here's what happened..."

The assassin in black lowered his voice as he recounted the "good stuff" he had just captured.

...

At this moment, on the other side of the cliff

"Jiang Wuya, aren't you going to make a move?"

Seeing Jiang Wuya suddenly stop, the heavily injured Yao Guangxiao also snorted coldly, displaying a heroic stance as if he were going to his death. "Today, this humble monk has fallen into the hands of you scum, which can only be attributed to my inferior skills. Kill me or torture me as you please...!"

"Hahaha, I see...!"

"I never imagined that this bald monk would have such a bizarre 'weakness'...!"

Faced with Yao Guangxiao's provocation, Jiang Wuya showed no reaction. Instead, he suddenly threw his head back and laughed, seemingly having learned some information from one of his black-clad assassins.

"You two, go and bring up that little slut from the brothel, Jiang is about to put on a good show...!"

With another wave of his hand, a cold glint flashed across Jiang Wuya's face, as if another wicked scheme was brewing in his mind.

"Yes, boss!"

As soon as the other party finished speaking, the two black-clad assassins beside him understood immediately and vanished into thin air.

"What's that stinky rat up to now?"

Seeing the two black-clad assassins beside Jiang Wuya suddenly leave, Yao Guangxiao on the other side of the cliff frowned slightly, looking surprised and suspicious, as if he did not understand the other party's intentions.

After all, he is now at his wit's end, with only one-tenth of his strength remaining. As long as Jiang Wuya personally takes action, he can end this battle in no time, without breaking a sweat!

"Let me go...!"

"Who are you?! Why are you kidnapping me...! Help, help me...!"

Just as Yao Guangxiao was filled with doubt, a frightened woman's cry for help came from afar, causing his expression to change slightly. "Could that voice be... Rong'er?!"

"Boss, we've brought the person...!"

The next moment, two assassins in black descended from the sky, escorting a beautiful middle-aged woman in a cheongsam. The woman seemed to be terrified, her face deathly pale.

"No, don't kill me...!"

"Who are you...!"

The middle-aged beauty was still paralyzed with fear, her face pale, and her eyes were filled with deep terror as she looked at Jiang Wuya and the others.

"Rong'er...!"

Upon seeing the middle-aged beauty's face, Yao Guangxiao's expression changed drastically. He became extremely excited and struggled to his feet again, seemingly having a close relationship with her!

"Hahaha, it seems I really didn't arrest the wrong person after all...!"

Seeing Yao Guangxiao suddenly become agitated, Jiang Wuya also raised the corners of his mouth, revealing a mocking sneer, "If I'm not mistaken, this woman named Wan Rong is the mistress you secretly keep at the Lichun Brothel in Jinling City, isn't she?"

"What? Now that I, Jiang, have allowed you two old lovers to meet again, why don't you kneel down and thank me, you bald monk?"

Jiang Wuya crossed his arms, his words full of sarcasm and disdain, seemingly having grasped Yao Guangxiao's weakness.

"Jiang Wuya...!"

"You despicable, shameless, and treacherous villain, a stinking rat from the sewers...!"

Faced with Jiang Wuya's mockery, Yao Guangxiao was equally enraged. He immediately shouted angrily, "If you have the guts, come at this monk alone! What kind of skill is it to bully an innocent woman who can't even kill a chicken...!"

"You bald monk, are you mistaken about something?"

Seeing Yao Guangxiao's sudden outburst of rage, Jiang Wuya shrugged, his tone still full of disdain, "Despicable, merely my tactic...!"

"Besides, if you weren't so stubborn and unyielding, why would I, Jiang, need to resort to such despicable means..."