My Brothers Are Geniuses While I’m The Useless One

Chang Aotian came to Chengyun Valley, of course, for the Chengyun Competition three days later. In other words, before the competition ended, the two sides were enemies rather than friends. It didn't matter if he didn't know his identity before, but now that he knew it, Gu Fenghua was a little embarrassed.

"So that's it. Don't feel embarrassed. Everyone has their own abilities on the competition stage. There's not so much room for mercy." Chang Aotian suddenly realized, nodded and said, looking much calmer than Gu Fenghua.

As an envoy of the emperor, he has also experienced the catastrophe of annihilation. He is already used to seeing life and death, so of course he will not get entangled in such a trivial matter.

"Well, I understand." Gu Fenghua felt relaxed after hearing what Chang Aotian said.

"It's getting late, you should rest early. You must be practicing with all your heart these days, so I won't bother you. If you have any trouble, just let me know." Chang Aotian said.

"Thank you, Brother Chang. If you need help, I won't be polite to you." Gu Fenghua said gratefully.

With Chang Aotian's support, I believe they will be completely peaceful in the next few days, and they can practice well and prepare for war with peace of mind.

Chang Aotian took Pei Yiqiu away and left, walking under the moonlight toward the distant courtyard hidden among the shadows of the trees. He seemed to be thinking about something and remained silent for a long time.

Pei Yiqiu was still worried about how tragic his fate would be if today's events came to his wife's ears. He was worried all the way, and followed closely behind him with his head lowered, without saying a word.

"Yi Qiu, if we face Gu Fenghua in the competition in three days, we will give up and admit defeat, and we will not be allowed to fight against her." It was not until he returned to the courtyard gate that Chang Aocai suddenly spoke.

What? Pei Yichou raised his head and looked at his master in surprise.

All the princes and envoys were determined to win the ownership of Chengyun Valley. As a disciple, he had already been prepared to fight to the death. Who knew that before the competition even started, the master would ask him to give up and admit defeat!

"Master, I know that what happened today was my fault, but haven't I already apologized? And you just said that everyone depends on their ability on the competition stage. There is not so much mercy to say. It is easy to give up and admit defeat. I really feel sorry for you. I'm not willing to give in." After a moment of silence, Pei Yichou mustered up his courage and said.

Normally, he would obey his master's advice and would never have the courage to contradict him, but this time, he couldn't help it.

Yes, he had offended Gu Fenghua, but hadn't he already apologized? This was the first time since childhood that he knelt on the ground and bowed his head to admit his mistake. All pride and self-esteem were trampled under his feet. But this is not enough, and he has to give up and admit defeat. How can he be willing to do so?

"Based on your own abilities, do you think you can beat Gu Fenghua?" Chang Aotian asked.

"She is only a first-grade Emperor Saint. Even if the sword skills and holy methods are any better, the disciple will never be defeated by her." Pei Yiqiu had just mustered up the courage to contradict his master once, and now he gave up. He said unconvinced.

"What a loud tone. You are only a third-grade Emperor Saint, but you dare to be so arrogant. If I hadn't arrived in time, how do you think you would have ended up better than Qi Zongwang? I'm afraid you wouldn't have even been able to save your life." Chang Aotian He snorted heavily and said.

Although he arrived in time and prevented Pei Yichou, Gu Fenghua and others from taking action, he was already on the string at that time, and he could still see how terrifying the combined swords of Gu Fenghua and others would be if they were used. Pei Yi, a third-grade Saint Qiu Emperor, was considered good compared to a Saint Master of the same age, but there was no way he could withstand such a sword.