Chapter 926: Chapter 100: When the Drawing Is Exhausted, the Dagger Is Revealed

“I’ve finally reached Perfection!” Zhao Yuanzhen was overjoyed and couldn’t help but burst into wild laughter.

Cultivation on Earth has too many advantages over the Cultivation World. First and foremost, the speed of cultivation progress is incredibly fast, secondly, Elixir Medicine supply is readily available upon request, and lastly, there’s no bunch of undying old geezers pressing down on you with their strength and seniority, just follow the cap on Spiritual Energy and you don’t have to fear being crushed by someone’s realm.

Awesome!

As for not being crushed by someone’s realm, but being crushed by someone’s strength, it’s already proven that it’s a matter of being out-skilled, no helping it.

Isn’t this the perfect opportunity for revenge?

Although I can’t beat him in a fight, but in that area… can he possibly be my match?

Not to mention, the little thief has sought his own death by provoking so many people, isn’t that just adding pressure on himself? Even a steel rod cast from the finest steel, if put into eight or nine machines and ground day and night without rest, will be worn down to a needle!

Zhao Yuanzhen, filled with pride and satisfaction, then flipped open the Book of Hatred in his memory, which was densely packed with four characters:

Repay a hundredfold!

Hahahaha! Little thief, your doomsday is coming!

Wait a minute, let’s calm down. Although I have the upper hand, if he reads something off my face, becomes wary, and cuts off contact with them to concentrate on dealing with me, that would be bad!

Although the enchantress is fully confident in her abilities, she has still turned over her carriage too many times on Yan Yu’s side, so she dares not to take it lightly.

No matter what, it’s always possible to drive them away, but once they are driven away, to then rely on them to surround and wear down the little thief is not so likely anymore.

First squeeze out all their value!

Zhao Yuanzhen faced the mirror and put on an extremely indifferent expression, then went to Yan Yu’s room and knocked on the door.

“Come in, the door’s not locked!”

She pushed the door open with force and saw Yan Yu sitting in front of the computer, studying some classics given by Mei Yingxue–a comprehensive record of the intelligence on the Golden Core’s heavenly tribulation from her memory.

Seeing Yan Yu concentrating, Zhao Yuanzhen couldn’t help but feel a bit soft-hearted for a moment, thinking to herself that although the little thief always bullies and humiliates me, he has never actually wronged me in terms of real benefits.

Forget it, for the sake of our marriage, let’s not press him too hard. When he begs for mercy and softens to me later, I’ll let him go.

Closing the Book of Hatred, Zhao Yuanzhen’s demeanor turned gentle, and she said with a smile:

“Little buddy, what are you looking at?”

“Information on the Core Formation heavenly tribulation.” Yan Yu replied without turning his head, “Why are you suddenly concerned about what I’m doing? Don’t you have other things to keep yourself busy?”

Zhao Yuanzhen was somewhat annoyed but kept a smile on her face and continued asking:

“The Core Formation heavenly tribulation, oh dear, I indeed haven’t crossed such tribulation, can you tell me what it says?”

“It says that idiots need to be especially careful when undergoing tribulation,” Yan Yu said indifferently, “because idiots tend to think that they can easily overcome the tribulation, and then upon witnessing the real power of the heavenly tribulation, they instantly wet themselves with fright, thus losing their composure. Considering your intelligence, I need to focus on this part, so as not to be helpless watching you fail the tribulation.”

Zhao Yuanzhen’s expression stiffened, and she said with a forced smile:

“I’m not an idiot, you know.”

“Do you believe that when you say it?” Yan Yu chuckled coldly and asked, “Your head is all pointy, yet you claim you’re not dumb. Can you answer what 76 times 27 equals?”

“No, I…” Zhao Yuanzhen subconsciously pondered for a moment, but being from the Cultivation World made her accumulation in mathematics almost nil, so how could she possibly calculate it? But to fail to answer was to admit to being an idiot, so she quickly used the counter-questioning technique and swiftly changed the subject:

“Then I ask you, did you study mathematics before? Then I ask you, isn’t multiplication and division of two-digit numbers taught in math class? Then I ask you, if you studied it, isn’t it normal that you can calculate? Then I ask you, isn’t someone who never studied it the one with a pointed head…”

Chattering her rebuttal, Yan Yu did not respond but only looked at her as if watching an idiot, infuriating Zhao Yuanzhen even more, no longer holding back, she grabbed Yan Yu’s collar and yelled:

“Let’s go! We’ll do Dual Cultivation!”

“Wait a minute.” Yan Yu pressed her wrist, “You’ve reached Great Perfection?”

“Exactly.” Zhao Yuanzhen proudly puffed out her chest.

Although she really didn’t need to do so deliberately, she still successfully attracted Yan Yu’s attention. To some extent, the enchantress is quite self-aware of her physical advantage; in a real fight, Yan Yu would definitely have a hard time gaining the upper hand.

“Congratulations, congratulations,” Yan Yu said, “I know you’re eager, but don’t rush.”

“Why can’t I rush?” asked Zhao Yuanzhen coldly, “Quickly give me your Primordial Yang, then we will have nothing to do with each other.”

Let him lower his guard first!

“Not now,” said Yan Yu.

“Why not?” Zhao Yuanzhen asked.

“Because I haven’t reached Perfection yet,” Yan Yu calmly answered.

Everyone employing the String-Pulling Technique for Joint Cultivation can greatly reduce the efficiency difference caused by varying talents. However, bridging the gap doesn’t mean leveling it; the high Spiritual Energy Concentration of the Wudang Mountain Mysterious Realm instead amplifies this difference. Thus, Xie Ruoxi and Zhao Yuanzhen might have reached Great Perfection, whereas Chen Lingyun and Yan someone could still have more than two weeks left, an unavoidable matter limited by talent.

Of course, if you, the enchantress, dare to laugh, I’ll recognize you as a Daoist couple, but my fists won’t recognize you as a Daoist couple!