Chapter 1169: The Secret of Fat

Chapter 1169: Chapter 387: The Secret of Fat

“I’m ashamed!” Bai Xiaolong returned with a pale face.

Before truly experiencing it, one could never comprehend the difficulty inside the Evil Spirit Broken Bridge. It was simply a nightmare of an experience. Several times, Bai Xiaolong felt like he was going to die. The fact that he managed to hold on until the eleventh tide was already him risking his life, relying entirely on an unyielding conviction. Bai Xiaolong’s true level was actually ten tides.

“Watch me!” Meng Yang followed closely, stepping onto the Evil Spirit Broken Bridge under the watchful eyes of the crowd.

Whether it was Bai Xiaolong or Meng Yang, both were renowned geniuses of Wuda. Although their recent reputations had been somewhat skewed, love was a personal choice, and no one could deny their talent.

Principal Nanwu was in no rush to let the Nanwu students onto the bridge. There was no need to embarrass themselves. Leaving behind a record of seven tides, only to helplessly watch Bai Xiaolong and the others shatter it and dominate the leaderboards—it was better not to go at all. It was wiser to wait for Bai Xiaolong and Meng Yang to set their records, then let the Nanwu students slowly break them, allowing them to learn from their shame and grow braver.

Under the anxious gazes of countless people, Meng Yang ended his cultivation with a depressed expression.

Ten tides.

Meng Yang was so depressed he nearly spat blood. He originally could have held on until the eleventh tide, but he lost his momentum halfway through and fell short at the final hurdle. The waves in the void space of the broken bridge were truly terrifying.

“Who was it that just said he was second?” Bai Xiaolong sneered sarcastically.

“I am second.

“On the men’s tide leaderboard, I’m second. It’s well-deserved,” Meng Yang forced an explanation.

GASPS echoed as many nearby students watching the commotion sucked in sharp breaths. This explanation was so shameless it was suffocating. Senior Meng Yang was not only strong in ability, but his skin was also the thickest in the world.

“You’re unbelievable!” Bai Xiaolong laughed in exasperation. In the end, the meager vocabulary in his mind still couldn’t express Meng Yang’s shamelessness.

“Meng Yang, are we really not counting the overall leaderboard?” Mu Cheng also teased deliberately.

“No.

“After all, there is a difference between men and women. I’m a gentleman, so I can’t compete with female students,” Meng Yang explained flawlessly.

“You’re not a gentleman. You’re dog shit.” Looking at Meng Yang’s serious expression, Bai Xiaolong wanted to kick this embarrassing piece of trash to death.

At this moment, Su Yue walked toward the Evil Spirit Broken Bridge.

“Su Yue, are you sure you want to go on the bridge right now?”

Bai Xiaolong and Meng Yang stopped their bickering, looking at Su Yue with anxious expressions. Mu Jingliang hurriedly asked the question aloud. Su Yue was different from the others. He could wait until his senior year or until he reached Rank Five before stepping onto the bridge. Since he was only Rank Four right now, it was somewhat a waste of an opportunity.

“It doesn’t matter. I want to try for a breakthrough as well.

“Besides, I’m the youngest, so the gap between me and the others isn’t that large.” Su Yue nodded at Mu Jingliang, then resolutely walked toward the Evil Spirit Broken Bridge.

“That’s true. Being a year early might not mean much, but Su Yue is three years earlier than the others. He might obtain better opportunities.

“This son-in-law of mine is truly extraordinary,” Mu Jingliang sighed emotionally.

“I wonder if Su Yue can surpass Bai Ziqing’s record,” Principal Nanwu said. Although there was no comparison between the Ministry of Education and the Dao Sect, Principal Nanwu felt somewhat uncomfortable knowing that the record was held by the Dao Sect. The best outcome would be for a Wuda student to break it.

“Hopefully. I think there’s a great chance,” Mu Jingliang pondered for a moment before replying. He wasn’t just being biased toward Su Yue; his analysis was grounded in reason. Assuming Su Yue and Bai Ziqing had the same aptitude, Su Yue was three years younger, giving him a clear advantage in drawing the tides. Of course, this advantage wasn’t too massive; they were still neck and neck. After all, Bai Ziqing had been a Rank Five when he stepped onto the bridge.

“You animal, go ahead and be arrogant for a few days. Once my World-Penetrating Holy Book collects another absolute peak soul, my strength will surge, and you won’t be able to hit me.

“It’s my own fault for being unskilled in my arts. Your existence serves as a wake-up call for me.” In the distance, Xueyang stared venomously at Su Yue.

He watched with his own eyes as Su Yue stepped onto the bridge and disappeared. Deep down, Xueyang completely looked down on something like the Evil Spirit Broken Bridge. Just moments ago, Xueyang’s World-Penetrating Holy Book had once again emitted a very faint signal of an absolute peak’s death. He still couldn’t determine the exact location for the time being.

“Xueyang, do you dare to try your luck on the bridge?” Ban Rongchen walked up to Xueyang, mocking him with a disdainful smile. Xueyang was of the Yangxiang Race. If he stepped onto the Evil Spirit Broken Bridge, he might be exposed.

“Are you an idiot?

“The Evil Spirit Broken Bridge connects to another void, just like Void Space. It’s completely impossible for me to be detected.

“And you don’t have to trick me into going. This Saint Son wouldn’t even bat an eye at such a trash demonic artifact,” Xueyang sneered.

He was entirely dissatisfied with Ban Rongchen as a Guardian. This man wasn’t a qualified lackey at all. In Xueyang’s mind, a Guardian should be at his beck and call, full of flattery, just like a servant. Yet, Ban Rongchen wanted to kill him at every waking moment. He suspected that when Celestial Saint dispatched this Guardian, he had sent a defective product. He even wanted to return the goods to Celestial Saint.

“Can you stop bragging? What Saint Son? Aren’t you embarrassed? Did you enjoy the taste of those ghost peppers?

“If you anger me, I’ll let you experience the top ten Qing dynasty tortures. Now that would be thrilling.

“By the way, how are your injuries?” Ban Rongchen wore a contemptuous expression.

“Hmph, if Su Yue dares to come over now, I will send him to meet God. You’d better not doubt Celestial Saint’s Healing Elixir.” Xueyang cracked his knuckles.

Ban Rongchen furrowed his brows. As expected, Xueyang’s injuries had already mostly recovered. He had to admit that Bihui Cave, that undying old beast, had indeed left behind some treasures for Xueyang.

On the Evil Spirit Broken Bridge, Su Yue’s vision was filled with vibrant colors. He didn’t know how many seconds had passed before he found himself standing by a seaside.

Standing on a reef, the salty sea breeze blew against his face. The surface of the sea sparkled, and everything before him felt incredibly harmonious. As Su Yue gazed into the distance, he even felt somewhat relaxed and joyful.

“When things settle down, I must take Mu Cheng on a romantic ten-day luxury cruise.

“Should I book a luxury ocean-view king suite? Or two standard rooms?

“That is the question.

“Never mind. Since we’re all cultivating, our finances are rather tight. I’d better just book the luxury king suite,” Su Yue calculated inwardly.

He felt a bit bashful, yet quite expectant. Just thinking about a luxury ocean-view king suite made his heart pound with excitement. In this setting, Su Yue even felt the urge to recite a poem:

“Ah!

“If the sea could wash away my sorrows, just as it carries away every river.

“All the wounds I’ve suffered, all the tears I’ve shed… Ouch…”

Su Yue was halfway through his poem when suddenly, a deafening explosion erupted, nearly shattering his eardrums.

RUMBLE!

RUMBLE!

Abruptly, an overwhelming wave crashed toward Su Yue without any warning. The massive, pitch-black wave resembled the giant face of a devil, mocking Su Yue, this tiny ant. In this moment, Su Yue felt as if a skyscraper was collapsing down onto him.

It was too terrifying.

Su Yue instinctively tried to dodge, but his feet seemed glued to the reef. He couldn’t move at all.

It hurt so much. No wonder Meng Yang had failed on his eleventh attempt. As the giant wave smashed into him, Su Yue trembled in pain.