However, the ground was pockmarked and messy from having been blasted by the Earth Fire Formation.
Elder Yu let out a cold laugh and cursed aloud:
“Qian Zhongxuan, you old fart, creeping around like a thief, what the hell are you doing?”
Not far away, Qian Zhongxuan suddenly appeared, his smile neither friendly nor genuine, “Your dog nose is still as sharp as ever.”
Elder Yu mocked sardonically, “If I have a dog’s nose, then your mother must be a bitch, your father a dumb dog, and you a mongrel…”
These words were unbearable to hear, and the loudness of his voice made it so that anyone up or down the peak could hear, causing Qian Zhongxuan’s blood to seethe with rage.
Qian Zhongxuan wished he could slap himself.
He should have known that old bastard Yu Changlin couldn’t utter anything good, spewing the worst insults when provoked, so why did he bother to engage him at all?
It took Qian Zhongxuan a while to regain his composure.
“Let’s set some rules,” he suggested.
“So, because you say so, we should set rules? Does your ass grow on your face to give you such a big one?”
Suppressing his anger, Qian Zhongxuan gritted his teeth and replied, “If you keep being unreasonable, there’s no point in talking.”
Elder Yu chuckled curiously, “You’re not as good as Qian Hong. He can keep his cool better than you, no, I should say he’s more shameless than you.”
Qian Zhongxuan was on the verge of losing his patience.
Seeing an opening, Elder Yu said, “Say what you want to say.”
Qian Zhongxuan composed himself and proposed, “In the upcoming contention for the spiritual mines, I won’t intervene, and neither will you.”
Elder Yu raised an eyebrow, “And what about the other Foundation Building Cultivators of the Qian Family?”
“They won’t intervene either.”
“Why should I trust you?”
Qian Zhongxuan answered, “I’ve secured a public oath from the Court Leader of the Taoist Court, so you can rest assured.”
Elder Yu frowned slightly, unsure of what Qian Zhongxuan was plotting, but the absence of Foundation Builders on both sides would be favorable for the Monster Hunters.
“Fine, I agree,” he said.
Qian Zhongxuan breathed a sigh of relief, “Then it’s settled.”
Suddenly, Elder Yu sneered, “Qian Zhongxuan, you must be scared to death.”
Frightened to engage in a fight to the death with him, the old man, as well as wagering life for life against Monster Hunters.
Qian Zhongxuan’s face soured, but he neither confirmed nor denied.
Indeed, he was afraid. Yu Changlin, the old dog, did not fear death because being a Loose Cultivator meant enduring hardship.
But for Qian Zhongxuan, as a Foundation Establishment Elder of the Qian Family, with a revered status and endless luxuries, death was not an option.
Seeing his reaction, Elder Yu thought as much and verbally lashed out, “Then better you return to your mother’s womb and keep suckling her milk. This is no place for real fighting, you cowardly soft egg. Just hide in your den of riches and rot there…”
Knowing he was no match in a war of words, Qian Zhongxuan turned and left with a flick of his sleeve.
Mo Hua was dumbstruck by what he heard.
He thought that if insulting people had realms, Elder Yu would at least be a half-step Immortal.
Elder Yu, feeling unsatisfied as he watched Qian Zhongxuan slink away, turned his head back only to see Mo Hua staring at him with a look of amazement.
Coughing, Elder Yu said, “The things I said just now, you shouldn’t learn them.”
Mo Hua, who had already absorbed the lesson, assured, “Don’t worry, Elder Yu.”