Su Lai and the other two also admired Yu Daochen's scheme.
After all, it was normal for a few people to die during a sneak attack by the Divine Religion.
However, Zhang Xiaoqiang was still a bit confused: Grandpa Yu, how are you so sure the Divine Religion will attack?
Yu Daochen patted his chest and said confidently, "Don't worry, the Divine Religion will definitely attack. I can guarantee it."
Zhang Xiaoqiang touched his chin and looked at Yu Daochen strangely: "By the way, Grandpa Yu, how did you know? No sect knows such important news."
Yu Daochen coughed awkwardly and smiled, "It's just a rumor, a rumor."
Zhang Xiaoqiang shook his head, disbelieving. A thought suddenly popped into his head, and he said, "You're not a member of the Divine Religion, are you?"
As soon as Zhang Xiaoqiang said this, Yu Daochen almost spat out a mouthful of old blood: "Holy crap, what are you thinking?"
Zhang Xiaoqiang thought about it and felt that Yu Daochen couldn't possibly be a member of the Divine Religion.
But why did he suddenly have a thought that Grandpa Yu might have stolen the Qiankun Mirror from the Heavenly Master's Mansion?
Zhang Xiaoqiang didn't know why he had such a strange thought, but on second thought, it seemed unlikely, as Grandpa Yu had no reason to steal the Qiankun Mirror.
Upon arriving at the foot of the mountain, Da Hu drove the three of them to the hotel in his second-hand van.
Su Lai carried his disciple back to his room to rest, while Yu Daochen and the other two sat at a table downstairs in the hotel and started chatting.
Su Lai's sect disciples had lost, and Zhou Fu had already advanced. Now it was up to the disciples from Da Hu and Zhang Xiaoqiang's sects.
"Brother Da Hu, it should be your sect disciples' turn to compete tomorrow, right?" Yu Daochen asked.
Da Hu nodded: "That's right, it's my disciple's turn tomorrow."
"Who is the opponent?" Zhang Xiaoqiang asked from the side.
Da Hu thought for a moment and said, "I remember it should be a disciple from the Yin-Guiding Sect."
Zhang Xiaoqiang and Yu Daochen exchanged glances.
They had seen the disciple from the Yin-Guiding Sect who participated in the competition last time.
Zhang Xiaoqiang said, "I saw this disciple from the Yin-Guiding Sect with Grandpa Yu last time. The Yin-Guiding Sect's techniques are similar to yours, Brother Da Hu, the coffin bearers. They are not suitable for combat. They won't have any advantage in techniques, but that guy's legwork is indeed impressive."
Yu Daochen nodded in agreement. In terms of techniques, the coffin bearers and the Yin-Guiding Sect were indeed of the same type, not suitable for combat. To win, they could only rely on close combat to suppress the opponent. And the guy from the Yin-Guiding Sect was skilled in legwork, which was very disadvantageous to Da Hu's sect disciples.
Da Hu shook his head helplessly: "Alas, whether we win or not depends on that kid's fate. After all, our coffin bearers' techniques are not suitable for combat, and we will suffer a great disadvantage in martial arts competitions. This Fengtian Conference is just a formality."
Zhang Xiaoqiang and Yu Daochen exchanged helpless glances and shook their heads.
There was nothing they could do about it, as the conditions were what they were.
"Brother Da Hu, how about we take care of that guy directly today?" Zhang Xiaoqiang said, making a gesture of slitting his throat.
Da Hu quickly waved his hand: "No, no, thank you for your kindness, Brother Qiangzi. However, for a small sect like ours, winning a match doesn't mean much."
Da Hu's words were true. For small sects like theirs, winning one or two matches didn't mean much. To truly revitalize the sect, they needed to cultivate masters like those on the Black List.
Yu Daochen glared at Zhang Xiaoqiang next to him: "I say, kid, can you stop thinking about these crooked ways all day?"
Zhang Xiaoqiang looked like a dead pig not afraid of boiling water, shrugged, and said nothing.
The three chatted casually for a while before returning to their rooms.
Since Su Lai had to take care of his sect disciples, Yu Daochen, Qiangzi, and Da Hu ate together. Then Da Hu packed some food to take to Su Lai in his room.
In the evening, Yu Daochen, having nothing to do, sat cross-legged and began to cultivate.
The next morning~
Yu Daochen was still asleep when his phone rang, waking him up. He groggily opened his eyes and saw that Zhou Fu had already gotten up.
Seeing Yu Daochen awake, Zhou Fu smiled and said, "Sect Leader, you're awake."
Yu Daochen stretched and nodded, then got up to wash his face and brush his teeth.
After finishing his ablutions, just as he was about to leave the room, he heard a knock on the door.
Yu Daochen walked to the door, opened it, and saw a lewd face smiling at him.
Yu Daochen was speechless. Seeing such a lewd face smiling at him so early in the morning was really unlucky.
Seeing Yu Daochen's disgusted expression, Zhang Xiaoqiang said, "Holy crap, Grandpa Yu, what's with that expression? Shouldn't you be happy to see my dashing and handsome face this early in the morning?"
Yu Daochen rolled his eyes and cursed, "So unlucky, I don't even want to eat breakfast today."
Zhang Xiaoqiang also glared back, "I think you're just jealous of my looks."
"Jealous of me?" Yu Daochen found it amusing. He was known as the most handsome man in the martial world.
"Why don't you ask around? I'm known as a top-notch handsome guy in the martial world, alright," Yu Daochen said proudly.