This Person Is Annoying

"Brother, is it safe to bury it here?"

In a remote area of Pingjiang City, a black-robed skeleton holding a shovel was digging a hole with a dog by his side.

"Don't worry, no one ever comes here normally," the black-robed man said confidently.

"So, now we're rich, right?" the dog asked while helping to dig the hole.

"Of course, we're already filthy rich. We can have all the ladies in Pingjiang City!" the black-robed man said with a smirk.

"Actually, brother, I've always had a question!" the dog scratched its head with its paw and asked.

"What's the question?"

"Well... I was wondering, how did you solve the problem when you went to the Yi Hong Yard?" the dog asked.

"The tailbone?"

"The toe bones?"

The black-robed man suddenly stopped his work.

"Qing!" he shouted.

"Huh?"

"Do you know that revealing someone's weakness might make them impotent?" the black-robed man lectured with a serious tone. "Besides, do you think your brother is a vulgar person? What I want is the feeling of being surrounded by girls. Do you understand that feeling?"

"Well, I kind of understand," the dog scratched its head, nodding with a half-understanding.

"Keep digging the hole quickly. I still need to go find that feeling later," the black-robed man said.

"Alright, brother!"

The skeleton and the dog continued digging the hole.

"He actually got away."

In mid-air, Peng Xianer and Chang Jiankong arrived, flying on their swords. They looked at the vanished Jiang Yu and furrowed their brows.

After all, Jiang Yu's speed was incredibly fast, and coupled with the delay they had just encountered, they couldn't see any trace of him now.

"There's someone below, seems to be a cultivator, and he's accompanied by a wolf spirit. Should we ask him?" Chang Jiankong looked down at the black-robed man with the wolf and asked Peng Xianer.

"Yes."

Peng Xianer nodded, and the two of them descended, floating at a height of three zhang.

"Hey, I'm asking you, did you see anything just now?" Chang Jiankong asked from above.

"Brother, someone is talking to you," the dog whispered.

"Oh."

The black-robed man nodded and then continued, "Qing, I was thinking, how much money should I carry with me normally?"

"Well, I think it depends on your needs!" the dog said.

"I do have quite a big need, but I'm afraid of carrying too much money and being discovered by my master," the black-robed man said with concern.

"Well, that is a bit difficult," the dog also found it challenging for a moment.

Watching this not-so-powerful duo chatting away and completely ignoring him, Chang Jiankong's face turned dark, and he sternly said, "I'm talking to you two, didn't you hear me?"

"But, brother, I think... you can go to the Yi Hong Yard in advance and pay for a month in advance. That way, you can just go straight to the girls every day without having to carry money," the dog had a clever idea and said.

"Oh, Qing, you're really something. That's a great idea!" the black-robed man's voice of appreciation immediately came through.

"This is nothing. After all, my brother, you are so outstanding, and as someone who follows by your side, can't I come up with a little solution?" The doggie chuckled and flattered shamelessly.

"You're right, you're right. Birds of a feather flock together. Outstanding people always surround themselves with other outstanding individuals!" The black-robed man proudly replied.

However...

Beside them, Chang Jiankong, the man with the long sword, was filled with anger.

Did these two really not know their place? They were completely disregarding him while talking about their own matters.

Could it be that his status as a Martial Honored no longer commanded respect?

Unable to contain himself, he emitted his powerful aura, and with a voice carrying a faint killing intent, he spoke word by word.

"Do you two want to die?"

"What's up?"

"Huh?"

"Have you ever thought that this person is a bit annoying?" the black-robed man asked.

"Yeah, a little bit," the doggie nodded in agreement.

"Alright, let's get rid of him!"

The black-robed man put down the shovel in his hand and clapped, turning his gaze toward Chang Jiankong.

A cold smile appeared on Chang Jiankong's face.

As expected...

People are foolish creatures.

If you don't show them something, they won't take you seriously. Now that his Martial Honored aura was revealed, they would obediently listen, wouldn't they?

But just as he was about to speak...

A white fist emerged from beneath the black robe.

"So much nonsense."

With those words, Chang Jiankong was instantly hammered away, crashing into Pingjiang City.

"You..."

Seeing this, Peng Xianer's face turned pale. But before she could feel fear, the black-robed man turned his attention to her.

"You too."

"Get lost!"

Another punch, and Peng Xianer followed in Chang Jiankong's footsteps...

"Brother, didn't you say that no one would come here? Aren't those two who just got sent flying proof?" the doggie said. "It's not safe to hide the money here!"

"You're right!"

The black-robed man suddenly realized, "What should we do then?"

"I saw a pit in the Martial Arts Hall. Let's bury it there," the doggie suggested with a clever idea. "The most dangerous place is often the safest!"

"Very smart, let's go!"

The two of them carried the money bag and secretly slipped back to the Martial Arts Hall.

Inside the hall, Yi Feng and Lu Qingshan sat facing each other, engrossed in a game of Go.

"You lost."

Yi Feng placed a white piece down, revealing a satisfied smile.

"Sir, you are indeed formidable. I've lost again," Lu Qingshan said with a face full of shame.

"Don't blame yourself. After all, you're still a beginner," Yi Feng smiled. He knew that in order to improve his skills in Go, he couldn't always play the same kind of game. So after playing Chinese chess, he had moved on to Go.

But playing against Lu Qingshan, who was a novice, wasn't particularly interesting. So, lying on a recliner, he took out an unfinished wooden carving.

After all, he still had other tasks to attend to, so in his leisure time from playing Go, Yi Feng would also enhance his carving skills.

During this period of time, although his carving skills were not yet perfect, his level had already reached a high point.

"Sir, have you heard about what happened outside of Pingjiang City?" Lu Qingshan asked.

Lu Qingshan sat on the side and said softly, "You were right about that graveyard. All the good stuff has been taken by others. And that graveyard is actually a scam. Jiang Yu isn't looking for an heir, he's looking for someone to possess. Many cultivators are trapped there now."

"You don't have to worry too much about this, old man," Yi Feng said with a faint smile. "You should know that good always triumphs over evil. No matter how vicious someone is, there will always be someone to bring them to justice. Maybe today, maybe tomorrow."

Lu Qingshan's pupils contracted, feeling that Yi Feng's words carried a deep meaning.

Could it be...

Is Master going to take action?

He glanced at Yi Feng, who was focused on carving.

Before long, he had meticulously carved a replica of the "Desert Eagle" handgun from his past life, and it looked incredibly lifelike.

He turned it around in his hand, quite satisfied.

However, his gaze subconsciously fell upon the crumpled paper on the table, and he furrowed his brow.

The paper was used as a makeshift chessboard since there was no actual chessboard. But after a few games, it became all wrinkled.

"Old man, you should be familiar with Pingjiang City more than I am. If you come across a good wooden table or a stone table, get one for me," Yi Feng said, smiling at the old Qingshan Patriarch across from him.

"What do you need it for, Master?" Lu Qingshan hurriedly asked.

"Oh, I want to carve a Go board. It's not practical to keep using paper as a substitute!" Yi Feng said helplessly.

"A Go board?" Lu Qingshan was slightly surprised and also a bit perplexed.

After all, Master used a holy-grade kitchen knife and a holy-grade hoe, and the Go board, which was even more important, would probably be at least a holy-grade item, or maybe even something higher.

Where could someone like Lu Qingshan find such a thing?

So he hesitantly said, "Master, it's probably not easy to find such a thing."

"No rush, we'll find one eventually," Yi Feng said with a smile.

"We'll find one eventually?" Lu Qingshan scratched his head, feeling that there was also a profound meaning behind Yi Feng's words, but in his ignorance, he couldn't figure out what it was exactly.