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第三千九百八十五章 有福同享有难同当

It was no wonder Lin Xuan felt surprised. This time, it wasn't just him facing a powerful opponent; Neidong True Man was also there.

By the way, there was that little fox as well.

But after such a long battle, those two remained nowhere to be seen.

Lin Xuan was nothing but astonished. Could there be other formidable enemies lurking in the shadows, tying up these two so they couldn't spare their hands for Mo Yu?

This thought flashed through his mind before Lin Xuan turned around.

However, what met his eyes almost made him spit out a mouthful of old blood.

There were no formidable enemies at all. Neidong True Man was lounging there with an air of leisure.

Above the sky, a flying boat had appeared without him noticing it earlier. Actually, calling it a pleasure barge might be more fitting.

This pleasure barge was extraordinarily luxurious; he had seen one like it before, made entirely from Nourishing Spirit Wood. It was already a remarkable treasure in itself.

Several stunningly beautiful women were singing and dancing on the bow of the boat. But upon closer inspection, they turned out to be puppets, crafted with such high skill that they looked almost indistinguishable from real people.

Neidong True Man sat grandly at the bow, savoring fine fruits and wine while watching Lin Xuan's battle against Mo Yu. Beside him, the little fox with a missing arm was serving him drinks.

This… this was too infuriating.

Lin Xuan’s composure was good enough, but he couldn’t help cursing his sworn brother.

Had they gone mad? Wasn't he fighting for their lives while he was here enjoying himself?

Although he knew Neidong wasn’t reliable, he never imagined it would be so outlandish.

They had promised to share both joys and sorrows when they became brothers, hadn't they?

"Brother!" Lin Xuan's eyebrows twitched as he struggled not to slash Neidong with a sword. "Are you enjoying yourself while I'm fighting for our lives?"

"Brother, your words are misplaced," Neidong True Man said without any shame. He popped a peanut into his mouth and looked smug. "I see potential in you; your progress has been rapid over the years. That's why I wanted to help you."

"Help me?"

Lin Xuan’s retort came out through gritted teeth.

"Yes, good mentors and friends are hard to come by, but a worthy opponent is equally precious," Neidong said with a grin. "Although Mo Yu might seem arrogant and boring, his strength is impressive. If I weren't your sworn brother, I wouldn’t have let this opportunity pass me by. I would have made him my test subject long ago."

"But as an elder brother, I can't compete with you," he continued. "So whatever benefits come from this, I’ll give them to you first. Heh, third brother, don’t thank me; it’s what a big brother should do."

Neidong's sincere and kind expression made Lin Xuan want to spit in his face. He had never seen such an unscrupulous cultivator.

"So you’re thanking me for my sacrifice?"

"Indeed, that makes sense," Neidong said. "But we don’t need to be so formal about gratitude. As your big brother, it’s only natural I should take care of you. You don’t have to thank me; in the future, think of me when you get good wine and beautiful women."

Lin Xuan was speechless but wasn't truly angry.

He understood Neidong's nature well enough. If he weren't his sworn brother, Neidong wouldn't have offered to leave with him after the Peach Banquet, despite being a target for everyone’s arrows at that time.

Neidong taking such risks showed how much he valued their bond.

But right now… sigh, he could only blame Neidong's outlandish behavior. Although Neidong's words were outrageous, they weren't entirely without merit. A worthy opponent was indeed invaluable to a cultivator; in evenly matched battles, one could gain deeper insights into their abilities. And perhaps there would be breakthroughs during life-and-death struggles.

But if Neidong only acted out of pure kindness… he was too lazy!

Lazy to fight, maybe he thought Lin Xuan alone against Mo Yu was enough to handle the situation.

Watching and waiting was far more enjoyable than engaging in battle.

Let third brother deal with it.

After his anger subsided, this explanation made sense. Neidong had no malicious intent, and he wouldn’t abandon him if there were real dangers. But that didn't make Lin Xuan any happier.

Lin Xuan was a strong cultivator who liked to control everything himself. Meeting such an unreliable elder brother who acted on whims and broke the rules left him feeling like he was being led by the nose.

He might as well be playing with them, but at least Neidong wasn’t malicious. Otherwise, Lin Xuan would have been dead long ago.

Cleverness in simplicity!

His elder brother appeared carefree on the surface, but his intelligence and strength truly impressed him. Even Rain桐 Fairy couldn't match him; among scattered immortals and demon kings, few could compare to Neidong True Man’s abilities.

In that moment, Lin Xuan had a sudden realization, while Mo Yu was left speechless by Neidong's actions.

Was this guy an idiot? How could he be drinking wine in the face of such powerful enemies?

Didn't he fear being picked off one by one?

Mo Yu was no ordinary cultivator; he had lived for countless years. But seeing someone so bizarre was truly unprecedented.

Despite his astonishment, Mo Yu felt relieved.

These two lowly beings weren’t as weak as they seemed. On the contrary, both were exceptionally formidable.

Lin Xuan was already struggling to keep up with one of them. If there were two… he didn't want to admit it, but the truth couldn't be denied; he might not withstand their combined efforts.

Their actions were so outlandish that despite feeling slighted, they also gave him an opportunity to pick them off one by one.

Just then, Lin Xuan turned his head and met Mo Yu's gaze. Both of them had a cold murderous intent in their eyes.

Lin Xuan was helpless after being toyed with by Neidong, but the current Mo Yu could easily play the role of a scapegoat.

Mo Yu, after a series of probing attacks and exchanges, had also put aside his contempt.

He wanted to take advantage of Neidong's carelessness to eliminate Lin Xuan first.

Both seemed to sense each other’s intentions.

A powerful gale arose.

This wasn’t the aftermath of a magical battle; it was merely their mutual killing intent colliding, creating sharp gales.

Lin Xuan sighed. If his elder brother had helped him, he wouldn't have had such a hard time. But since Neidong chose to watch and wait, there was no point in feeling down.

In the end, everything still depended on himself.

Lin Xuan reactivated the Nine Palace Mustard Sword in his hand. (To be continued...)

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