"Ga!" Zhao Sinin, who was swinging his longsword and striking a cool pose, was terrified and almost jumped up.
Whatâs with this woman? I ask you to make a move, and you donât, instead choosing to whimsically rub against Mu Hanyan, well, if you want to be willful, be willful then, but why bother with those animals? I barely killed a few, and you passed out from fright. If youâre going to faint, why are you directing the Golden Chains at me? Arenât you just trapping me?
Zhao Sinin did not actually jump because that beam of golden light had already solidly surrounded him.
Oh no! A buzzing sound filled Zhao Sininâs head, and his tears almost fell.
It was then he finally understood that Fourth Miss Zhao hadnât fainted because of the few animals he had killed, but was purely terrified by that pig, because, even in her faint, the corners of her mouth twitched continuously, emitting a fearful whimper, "Pig, pig!"
Are you kidding me? Youâre a third-tier Swordsman, how could a pig scare you like this? Are you even worse than a pig?
No, no, I shouldnât think this way, sheâs the goddess in my mind, how could I say such things about her? Zhao Sinin hurriedly forced himself to dismiss this thought.
Seeing Fourth Miss Zhao, who had just been arrogantly confident, terrified by a pig in such a manner, Mu Hanyan had a mix of laughter and tears. One could imagine how large a shadow that Mutant Wind Pig had cast in Fourth Miss Zhaoâs heart.
Then, a golden light emanated from the Alchemy Artifact, and Zhao Sinin, enveloped by it, became petrified, standing still in place, unable to move anything except his eyeballs.
This was a perfect opportunity to kick someone when they were down; how could Mu Hanyan miss it? He rushed up and delivered a kick, sealing Zhao Sininâs bloodlines first, then on the way back, he delivered another kick to seal Fourth Miss Zhaoâs bloodlines.
The appearance of the Golden Chains had made Mu Hanyan set aside his contempt for them.
Alchemy wasnât actually an invention of the Holy Court Continent. It was said to come from another world. The previous lifeâs Mu Hanyan only began to make significant advancement in strength after sixteen and focused on cultivation. He didnât know much about such strange and mysterious arts, only that Alchemy Artifacts mostly had a cooldown period, and one must act before this cooldown came.
Having his bloodlines sealed by Mu Hanyanâs kick, Zhao Sininâs heart sank to rock bottom, and his last shred of hope shattered: this was the tactic they had discussed to deal with Mu Hanyan. He hadnât expected Mu Hanyan to be so alert and act before the cooldown of the Golden Chains.
"Young Master, do we need to be so cautious?" Zirong, seeing how careful Mu Hanyan was, casually said.
"Being cautious helps sail the ship for ten thousand years, havenât you heard the saying? History is often changed by minor figures," Mu Hanyan seriously said.
Who is a minor figure, who are you calling a minor figure, I am an elite talent from Zhengying Academy, and you dare call me a minor figure! Zhao Sinin felt angry about Mu Hanyanâs contempt, but unfortunately, with his bloodlines sealed, he couldnât utter a single word.
"Um, the Young Master is reasonable. Iâve also heard a saying that even a pair of underpants, a piece of toilet paper, has its irreplaceable uses; never underestimate anyone. Thatâs the same idea, right, Young Master?" Zirong stroked his chin, looking thoughtful and even more serious.
... Huayue, Mu Nan, and Che Xiang all wore a look of astonishment, followed by a look of admiration.