Chapter 10: Little Loser, Let's Cooperate?

“……”

“Water ghosts?”

Tang Motian froze for a moment. After discussing it with the clansmen beside him, it was true that they had heard someone shouting for help as they approached. They had originally been searching along the lotus pond, but then they had suddenly discovered this elusive Prince Jin holding a beauty on their own roof...

“What, could it be that the Great Elder and Great Patriarch of the Tang Clan lack the ability to catch two water ghosts? From what I saw just now, those two water ghosts were merely at the third stage of the Qi Condensation level. That shouldn't be difficult for Elder Tang, right? Oh, that's right, even if Elder Tang is at his worst, Imperial Brother, this first-stage expert of the Tribulation Transcendence stage, is right here. What is there to fear?”

He spoke with an air of nonchalance, yet every word was a thorn. More importantly, the listener felt stifled and aggrieved, yet was unable to refute him.

Tang Motian shot several guards a fierce glare and waved his hand: “Go! Turn the lotus pond upside down if you have to, but catch those two water ghosts the Prince Jin mentioned for this old man!”

The Crown Prince also glared at Rong Yubai once before turning to follow Tang Motian and his group back toward the lotus pond.

Rong Yubai patted Tang Wan's shoulder: “There, they're gone.”

Tang Wan looked up, but she didn't dare turn her head, fearing that Tang Motian or someone else might turn around and see her. Rong Yubai gave a wicked smile, and with a twist of his fingertips, a layer of white gauze enveloped her face; someone not well-acquainted with her would not be able to recognize her.

Just as she regained her senses, Rong Yubai's enchanting and peerless handsome face leaned in close: “Wanwan, I've helped you out with such a big favor. Shouldn't you help me with a little favor as well, hmm?”

Tang Wan retreated a bit warily: “What do you want? If I didn't hear correctly just now, you, the dignified Prince Jin, are at the eighth stage of the Tribulation Transcendence stage. Although my spiritual roots are severed and I cannot cultivate, I still know the concept of the eighth stage of Tribulation Transcendence. You are so powerful, what task could you not accomplish? Why would you need my help?”

What Tang Wan said was the truth. In the initial stages, from Qi Refining to Qi Condensation to Qi Gathering, every level consisted of ten gates. Mathematically speaking, one had to cross a total of thirty gates to ascend from the single-breath stage to the true cultivation stage. The Tribulation Transcendence stage was the first threshold of true cultivation, also consisting of ten levels in total. Many people spent their entire lives without even touching the threshold. No matter how one looked at him, Rong Yubai seemed to be only in his early twenties, yet he was already a formidable figure at the eighth stage—the kind of person in Dongqu who could command the very elements with a wave of his sleeve. What help could he possibly need from others?

Moreover, for a little waste like her, Tang Wan, who didn't even possess the most basic qualifications for Qi Refining, he wouldn't fear being laughed out of town if he said it.

Rong Yubai gave a gentle smile, revealing a set of beautiful white teeth. His peach blossom eyes blinked, and his voice was almost seductive: “If you help me, I might just have a way to restore your spiritual roots, little waste, hmm?”

Hmm? Restore spiritual roots? If that were the case, wouldn't there be a chance to cultivate? If there was a chance to cultivate, she would have greater capital to survive in this exotic continent. She didn't want to live a second life only to be thrown to the King of Hell before she even had a chance to thrive.

A shrewd glint flickered in her eyes. That cunning appearance, like a little fox, fell into Rong Yubai's eyes and truly made his heart itch, as if he were being incessantly scratched by a small, painless paw.

Tang Wan pursed her lips and turned her body slightly, her gaze drifting past his clothes toward the front. Tang Motian and the Crown Prince's group had already begun issuing orders to search all directions of the lotus pond for the two water ghosts Rong Yubai mentioned. Her dark eyebrows lifted slightly just as she heard the man beside her ear whispering quietly: “Well? Little waste, do you want to help me or not?”