I Can Devour Spirits

Chapter 287 - 270: Jie Daohan’s Quirk (2)

Never say women are not heroes, every night the Longquan sword sings on the wall! In a battle between life and death, one does not yield an inch!

Xiao Yu’s letter meant that if they were to meet, Duan Rong should not yield to her! If Duan Rong yields to her, it means he looks down on her!

"Never say women are not heroes, every night the Longquan sword sings on the wall!" Duan Rong murmured as he read Xiao Yu’s poem, a surge of inexplicable emotion resonating in his heart...

The sky had just turned dark, but since it was early spring, once the sun set, the weather suddenly became cold.

Liu Ergou stood by the city gate with his arms folded, shivering from the cold, as the chilly wind whistled through the gate, stinging his face.

Watching the time pass, he was about to close the gate, planning to huddle in the corner away from the wind for a moment of warmth and a little nap.

Liu Ergou had just grabbed one side of the city gate and was about to pull it shut when suddenly the hurried sound of hoofbeats came, echoing like a rapid drumbeat.

Liu Ergou immediately stopped, only to see a large black shadow flash by.

Liu Ergou cursed angrily, "Who’s riding like they have no eyes! Almost crashed into your Second Lord!"

The black shadow dismounted at the city gate, and a horsewhip landed on Liu Ergou’s face, making him yelp as a bloody welt appeared on his face.

He was just about to lash out when, in the dim light of the gate, he vaguely recognized the person wearing an official uniform and upon closer inspection, realized it was Jie Daohan.

"Jie... Jie Chief..." Liu Ergou stammered while holding his face, "You’ve... returned from official duty?"

"Nonsense! If I didn’t come back, would you think I’m still dead outside?" Jie Daohan said as he shoved the horsewhip into Liu Ergou’s arms, "Take the horse to the government office and stable it."

"Yes..." Liu Ergou nodded and bowed with the horsewhip in his arms.

By then, Jie Daohan was already striding off.

Liu Ergou touched the swelling welt on his face after Jie Daohan walked away, muttering curses as he went to lead the chestnut horse by the city gate.

Jie Daohan was hungry, but he didn’t plan to eat or drink by the roadside. He intended to head to the brothel in Scarf Hat Lane, drink some wine, and then release his pent-up desires.

Jie Daohan walked briskly past the Huaying Building. It was already the time when the lights first came on, and the Huaying Building glowed, the sound of silk strings and laughter faintly heard.

Jie Daohan sneered. He never liked Huaying Building; it was too grand and beautiful. He preferred the decadent atmosphere of the brothel...

There was a faint moldy smell that, whenever he caught a whiff of it, stirred a restless heat in his abdomen...

Jie Daohan spent a whole night in the brothel in Scarf Hat Lane...

The next day, with dark circles from a night’s revelry, he sat on the viewing seats outside the county office without even washing up.

By the third day of the Talent Selection Conference, things were finally getting interesting, and Jie Daohan felt he had returned just in time.

Jie Daohan sat beside Fan Yuanhai in the viewing seats, chatting occasionally.

Fan Yuanhai could catch a faint whiff of that smell from Jie Daohan, and if the chilly wind hadn’t dissipated it, he would have found sitting next to him hard to bear...

The Zhexing Platform side was already surrounded by a large crowd, more spectators than the previous two days combined.

Jie Daohan sat on the viewing seats, looking at the crowd of young people in front of the Zhexing Platform, sighing inwardly.

In the past three years, he had imagined himself sitting in these viewing seats with his nephew Jie Lei standing in front of the Zhexing Platform like those youths...

Now he sat there, but his nephew Jie Lei had already turned to dust and bones...

"Truly, fate toys with us!" Jie Daohan sighed.

At this moment, Qin Shuban had already started spinning the wheel!

The wheel slowly settled on a name.

It was Tao Rong!

A shadow flipped, and Tao Rong was already standing on the Plum Blossom Stakes, moving as swiftly as a ghost, evidently skilled in Lightweight Body Technique!

Tao Rong stood at one end of the Plum Blossom Stakes, clad in black, scanning the people below the Zhexing Platform with arrogant eyes.

On the viewing seats, Jie Daohan said to Fan Yuanhai, "This kid Tao Rong is quite something among the younger generation. Look at that fierce technique!"

Fan Yuanhai smacked his lips but said nothing; he had already watched two of Tao Rong’s battles and was indeed impressed.

At this time, Qin Shuban spun the wheel for the second time!

Several people below the platform had varying thoughts as the old wheel creaked and slowly stopped on a name.

Jie Daohan looked at the name on the wheel and furrowed his brow. The name was unfamiliar to him.

"Duan Rong?"

Jie Daohan searched his memory and was almost certain it was an unfamiliar name. He turned to Fan Yuanhai with a smile, "This kid named Duan Rong is likely in trouble! Facing Tao Rong right off the bat!"

Fan Yuanhai glanced at Jie Daohan with a peculiar look and said, "He’s also in the Great Success Realm!"

"He’s also in the Great Success Realm?" Jie Daohan’s eyebrows twitched as he began reassessing the young man who had just flipped onto the Plum Blossom Stakes.

Shen Mizi stood below the stage, watching Duan Rong, naturally remembering this guy who once flirted with her.

A year ago, this guy was just a painter selling paintings, and now he was participating in this year’s Talent Selection Conference with the same Great Success Realm strength as her.

She still couldn’t forget the mental impact when, on the first day of the Talent Selection Conference, Duan Rong had sent Qiu Tong flying with one move.

In these three days, the opponent she least wanted to face was undoubtedly Duan Rong.