38. Young Master Kidney Deficiency
The groupings for the second round were similar to the first.
The previously established teams remained largely unchanged, while the lone wolves from the first round formed new teams.
This time, there wouldn’t be any backstabbing. The previous round’s betrayals were apparently too traumatic. Dozens of teams had engaged in psychological warfare with their own teammates.
As a result, many still suffered from teammate PTSD, hoping this round would be less stressful.
After explaining the rules of the second round to her disciples, Gong Yiling immediately launched a series of “training” activities.
Taking them out for meals, watching shadow puppet shows, strolling through the night market, shopping, and so on.
Yes, pure leisure.
Miss Gong called this her “Double Cheese Happy Training Method.”
She wasn’t worried about facing Shangguan Lingyue.
Qiu Shui’s abilities, although not advantageous in one-on-one duels, were incredibly effective in team battles, especially against a single opponent.
All she needed to do was adjust Qiu Shui’s mentality, allowing her to unleash her full power, gaining valuable experience for the inevitable arena battles later.
Finally, the official competition began on the third day.
“I trust you have all prepared yourselves,”
Shangguan Yaochang announced from the central arena, his speech resembling a pre-battle pep talk.
“Based on the submitted lists, nineteen teams have chosen me, and eleven have chosen Lingyue. The matches will take place simultaneously in two arenas.”
“Those not selected will wait in the designated area until called. Any questions?”
The rules this time were much simpler than the complicated number cards.
Seeing no one asking questions, Shangguan Yaochang instructed the guards to escort the waiting participants to a nearby building.
As soon as she entered, Miss Gong was confronted by Young Master Xuli.
“You’re that bitch who screwed me over at the auction house!”
He had apparently bribed people with money and influence to corner Gong Yiling.
“Who is this?”
Gong Yiling wasn’t fazed, even wanting to laugh. “Oh, right, isn’t this… Young Master Kidney Deficiency? Is that your name?”
Young Master Xuli almost choked. “Who are you calling kidney deficient!?”
“Look at you,”
Miss Gong sized him up. “Unsteady gait, sluggish posture, clearly weak in the knees and lacking in vitality. And your sunken eyes, the foul odor, signs of decline… I bet you frequently urinate at night.”
“And you say you’re not Young Master Kidney Deficiency.”
“You…!” His reaction was strange, quickly covering his face with his fan and stammering, “How… how dare you slander me!”
Huh???
Two question marks almost appeared above Gong Yiling’s head.
His reaction wasn’t one of indignant denial, but of someone whose sore spot had been poked.
This was interesting.
“Come here, come closer.”
Gong Yiling beckoned him. “I have something to tell you.”
The scene became awkward.
Young Master Xuli’s face turned pale, and his entourage didn’t know what to do.
Finally, he said, “Heh, let me see what you’re up to!”
When he approached, Gong Yiling whispered in his ear, “Kidney deficiency has nothing to do with cultivation. Even if you’re at Heavenly Soul realm, you’re still a kidney-deficient Heavenly Soul cultivator.”
“What!?”
His shocked outburst attracted everyone’s attention.
Noticing their stares, he snapped, “What are you looking at? Shouldn’t you be discussing your strategies? Keep staring, and I’ll gouge your eyes out!”
His threat silenced them.
He coughed and asked awkwardly, “So… you really think I’m kidney deficient? Am I really?”
—*Why are you asking me if your kidneys are deficient?*
She almost said it.
“I just see the signs. Hasn’t any physician mentioned it to you?”
“Who goes to a physician?”
“Who goes… huh…”
Although Gong Yiling wanted to retort, she didn’t know where to start.
Normal cultivators didn’t see physicians. If they had a problem, they just took more pills…
Wait!
What normal cultivator suffered from kidney deficiency!?
“You…” she hesitated. “What have you been doing? Normal cultivators don’t get kidney deficient.”
“Uh… does sleeping with six women a day count?”
“Six women???”
“…Yeah.”
“When?”
“Every day.”
“Every day!?”
Holy shit!
This guy was truly impressive. Six women a day? No wonder he was kidney deficient. His nickname was well-deserved.
“If you keep this up, you won’t just be kidney deficient. People will think you’re being used as a cauldron.”
“Without women, what’s the point of cultivating? It’s boring.”
This guy had reached the pinnacle of lower-body thinking.
—Why don’t you just evolve your brain out of existence?
“Find a physician to treat you. Why are you wasting my time?”
“I can’t do that!” Young Master Xuli said, “If people find out I’m kidney deficient, how can I maintain my reputation?”
“Do you have to go yourself? Can’t you use a disguise? Can’t you say ‘a friend of mine’ is kidney deficient?” Miss Gong retorted.
Her three consecutive questions enlightened Young Master Xuli.
“I see.” He nodded thoughtfully. “Then I’ll have my two attendants pretend to be kidney deficient and ask around.”
*Whatever makes you happy.*
Miss Gong, seeing his expression, had a mischievous glint in her eyes.
This guy wasn’t very bright. Could she scam him again?
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