The Elixir is for You, The Poison is for Me

#413 - Physical Purification

Seeing Lü Ping's display, Lu Jing couldn't help but admire him in his heart.

However, he wasn't as excited as Cheng Guan. In fact, the academy disciples who came to the banquet tonight weren't as surprised as the others in the hall.

Because they all knew Lü Ping's identity. As the next manor lord of逍遥 (Xiāo Yáo) Mountain Manor, Lü Ping had long begun to cultivate the逍遥 (Xiāo Yáo) Skill, the supreme art that made逍遥 (Xiāo Yáo) Mountain Manor famous.

According to Lu Jing's understanding, this martial art was a bit like the Little Formless Skill in *Demi-Gods and Semi-Devils*. Being handsome was one aspect, but the most important thing was that it could imitate all the martial arts in the world. When cultivated to a profound level, it could even be more powerful than the original.

Lü Ping had just relied on this supreme art to copy Qi Xiu's swordsmanship, causing a ton of mental damage to the latter.

Qi Xiu was now in a daze and had already retreated to his seat.

On the other hand, Night Crow was still carefree, smiling at Lü Ping. "Big brother is so smart. He learned such difficult swordsmanship at a glance. If I had your brain, my master wouldn't always scold me for being stupid."

"Your brain is indeed not very good, otherwise you wouldn't have come to snatch our seats," Lü Ping said lightly.

"It's not snatching. These seats were originally ours," Night Crow said seriously. "I just want to get back our seats."

"You say these are your seats, so they are your seats?" Lü Ping sneered. "Is your name engraved on them?"

"That's right," Night Crow actually nodded again.

His answer stunned Lü Ping, and then he saw Night Crow pointing to a corner of the table. "Big brother, look there."

Although Lü Ping didn't believe Night Crow's words, he still looked down. As expected, he found a crookedly written 'Crow' character in the corner.

Night Crow crossed his arms, looking very proud.

Although he didn't speak, his eyes were full of expressions that said, 'See, I didn't lie to you, right?'

Following Lü Ping's example, Lu Jing and the others also carefully searched their tables. Sure enough, everyone found a character on theirs.

Lu Jing's was 'Painting', which should be the third disciple of True Man Dongxuan, who was skilled in calligraphy and painting. Cheng Guan's was 'Crane', so this place undoubtedly belonged to that immortal crane.

Lü Ping was speechless for a moment, seemingly not expecting that someone would actually be so bored as to engrave their name on the table. However, he now realized that arguing with Night Crow was useless. Winning would make him look like he was bullying the weak, and losing would be even more embarrassing.

So he simply shut up. Anyway, he was already sitting here and wouldn't get up again.

Night Crow was very happy to have won a round, but after waiting for a long time and seeing that Lü Ping had no intention of returning the seat to him, his face drooped.

He pouted his little mouth, looking aggrieved as he stood there.

Seeing his expression made Lü Ping feel a little embarrassed. Although he wasn't as popular as Lu Jing had been recently, he could be considered famous in the martial world. Moreover, he had become famous much earlier than Lu Jing. As the young manor lord of逍遥 (Xiāo Yáo) Mountain Manor, he not only represented himself, but also the image of逍遥 (Xiāo Yáo) Mountain Manor in the martial world.

It was indeed not good to bully a child like this. Moreover, Night Crow looked really pitiful. He lowered his head, and his shoulders were twitching, not knowing if he was secretly sobbing.

Forget it, it's just a seat. I'll just give it back to him.

Only then did he realize that he had been tricked by the other party. Thinking of this, Lü Ping felt a chill in his heart.

He had only said a few bland words to Night Crow, and he hadn't seen the other party make any movements or take out anything, but he had been unknowingly bewitched.

If Xia Huai hadn't acted in time and helped him escape that terrifying state with the Heart-Clearing Art, he would have made a big fool of himself. Moreover, making a fool of himself was secondary. There might have been other dangers.

The more Lü Ping thought about it, the more frightened he became. When he looked at Night Crow again, his eyes were full of vigilance, and he no longer regarded him as an innocent child.

While Lü Ping was able to escape, the others in the hall were not so lucky.

Although Night Crow's bewitching technique was mainly aimed at Lü Ping, the minds of the people around him were also affected to varying degrees. It was okay for cultivators like Yan Yun and Lu Jing.

After the Niwan Palace was developed, its resistance to this kind of thing was stronger than that of ordinary people. Apart from Lü Ping, who was the first to bear the brunt, Cheng Guan, who was beside Lu Jing, was also tricked.

Don't look at Cheng Guan applauding for Lü Ping just now and arguing with Zhu Xie earlier, but he was just an ordinary person after all. Seeing Night Crow crying pitifully, he also began to reflect on himself and feel sorry for the other party.

Then, he was about to wave his hand and call Lu Jing and the others to get up and give up their seats, but he didn't expect to be pressed back onto the table by Lu Jing.

"What do you want to do!" Cheng Guan said, sticking his neck out. "Why don't you let go? How can you bully a child like this? Have you read the books of sages?!"

Lu Jing ignored Cheng Guan's soul-searching question and directly grabbed a pot of wine on the table and poured it on the latter's head.

There was no other way. He didn't know the Heart-Clearing Art, so he could only choose this physical Heart-Clearing method.

Fortunately, Cheng Guan was only affected. Now that he was drenched in wine, the look in his eyes soon returned to clarity, but there was some resentment in his gaze towards Lu Jing. Then, he whispered, "If you can't do it, can't you let Miss Xia take action?"

Lu Jing's answer was very simple, only four words, "Conserve Mystical Power."

This was not the academy. Mystical Power was abundant there. Except for Lu Jing, this oddball, it was not only more difficult for other academy disciples to cast spells outside, but also consumed more Mystical Power.

Even a cultivation genius like Xia Huai was no exception.

Tonight's night banquet had obviously exceeded everyone's original expectations and was not as simple as they thought it would be.

Of True Man Dongxuan's seven disciples, only four have appeared so far. Even if two of them really don't show up as he said, there are still five to deal with, not to mention True Man Dongxuan himself.

At this time, of course, it was necessary to save Mystical Power when possible.

So Lu Jing had no psychological burden when he poured wine on Cheng Guan. He even considered simply knocking him unconscious to avoid any further problems.