Becoming evil makes you ten times stronger, but becoming a demon gives you hundredfold strength-Chapter 340 - 299 I Surrender, Don’t Kill Me

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"I had a chat with Mi Youjia before, and she mentioned she took in a Genius Swordsman. Although he’s not a freak of nature like Meng Yu, he’s still a natural-born Swordsmanship Seed."

Ouyang Zhenxue said this, her eyes sweeping over Meng Yu.

She was now certain about who this scoundrel was.

The delegation had the highest authority, maintaining constant communication with the Immortal Sect and naturally receiving various intelligence from within, such as Meng Yu’s eight-month absence.

Everyone thought Meng Yu was living the high life at the Old Immortal Gate, but no one expected him to run off to the Blood God Sect, especially Xiao Jun, who had a clear itinerary and was completely online all the time.

After scrutinizing Xiao Jun several times, only Ouyang Zhenxue discovered the loopholes.

The one who hates you the most is often the one who knows you best.

Ouyang Zhenxue’s hatred for Meng Yu, well, eating him raw would be too cruel. She would definitely stew him thoroughly nine times, then eat even the bones.

A long time ago, she led many elites to hunt for Meng Yu, exhausting every method possible. One team proposed a method that wasn’t quite a method.

Meng Yu’s speech habits.

An author, after writing enough text, will develop their own style. A person, after living for decades, can change their style of speaking, attitude, tone, and such. But, if they rant and rave a bunch of nonsense, like an author writing under a pseudonym, a few thousand words might be fine, but after tens of thousands of words, unless everyone is blind, loyal readers can identify that the lazy writer has changed his pseudonym again.

As long as Meng Yu speaks enough, his word choice and speech style can reveal his identity, and the rest is just a question of how closely they match.

However, as Meng Yu reconciled with the Immortal Sect, the openly Meng Yu-targeting teams were disbanded, and the results from this particular team were put on ice.

However, Ouyang Zhenxue, using her authority, copied the relevant program and stored it in her personal terminal.

And now, after inputting Xiao Jun’s data, the conclusion was a match rate of over eighty-five percent!

Her heart started pounding in an instant, and then, after enduring many hardships, she was the first to suggest to the black-and-white bear Huahua that they should help the young fellow Xiao Jun.

Losing to a stronger opponent isn’t shameful, especially after being repeatedly crushed and defeated by a superior, managing to extricate oneself with great difficulty, and then standing at a crossroad of choices, most people would choose to befriend the other party.

She was really scared, and... she was also really, really curious about what Meng Yu was doing suddenly running off to the Blood God Sect.

"Ah?"

The female Golden Core from the Blood God Sect was now excited. As one of the liaisons with the Immortal Sect, although she despised Ouyang Zhenxue’s hypocrisy, heartlessness, stupidity, and being out of touch with reality, she did not doubt her combat strength.

"It’s pure swordsmanship. Mi Youjia told me he could defeat her within three hundred moves."

Mi Youjia’s reputation was well-known within the Golden Core circle; for her to hold such respect for a Foundation Establishment was indeed a testament to true skill.

"Ah, young man, let’s have a match. If you win, I’ll let you go straight to the final round!"

The True Lord in the blood robe checked Xiao Jun’s personal information and found that he had enrolled in the competition, thus eagerly challenging Meng Yu, but Meng Yu just shook his head.

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"Ladies and gentlemen, Teacher Mi was joking with everyone. How could I, a mere Foundation Establishment, no matter how good my swordsmanship, compare with a Golden Core?"

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Meng Yu said calmly, giving Ouyang Zhenxue an extra look. Growing Golden Lotus made him feel that Ouyang Zhenxue didn’t harbor any malice toward him, and might even be trying to help, but her series of mysterious actions were a bit too strange.

Especially her eagerness to give her sword to Meng Yu, even the pretend infant Huahua was starting to feel uncomfortable.

It’s fine to encounter a genius from the Immortal Sect on the road, and meeting one in foreign lands is great, but why throw him into the spotlight of the Blood God Sect’s attention? Are you out of your mind?

Just look at how discreetly he’s behaved all along, just like a panda, obviously not a fan of bustling crowds!

Fortunately, True Lord Huahua knew this woman was all brawn and no brains, a young lady with terrible personality, spoiled her whole life, whose actions defied logic... Hmph.

"Alright, alright, let’s go, Xiao Jun. Let’s leave the station together and have a chat on the way."

Huahua the panda stopped the quarrel below, and a group set out together, boarding the Flying Boat.

On the Flying Boat, many people were curiously looking at Meng Yu. Who exactly was this young man?

The delegation soon arrived at a manor, then everyone got busy with their own tasks, whether it was the panda Huahua or other members; they all had a lot to do. But Ouyang Zhenxue stood by Meng Yu.

Her mission was to ensure the delegation’s safety along the way, and now that everyone had arrived safely at their destination, her mission was complete.

"I’m good friends with Mi Youjia. Her affairs are my affairs. Her disciple has fallen into the Blood God Sect, and I must watch over him to prevent any trouble. There are traps everywhere here, and many people mean ill. Senior Chen, how about I take a break?"