483 I Even Pull Out My Underwear... (2/2)

Ouyang Shang burst out laughing. ”I was just saying, in this era, I am like a star in the sky, and eventually, one day I will become a bright sun, so how could I die so easily? It would be a loss for the entire Nine Regions!”

”Mm, your shameless countenance does seem to have a bit of my charm.” Wang Lu let out a laugh. ”Speaking of which, although I don't know the details of what happened in those years…”

Ouyang Shang waved his hand. ”Forget it. I am not interested in the experience of a loser. Since you were born in the history where I failed, there is no need to tell me what I was like as a loser. It's uncomfortable for me to hear it.”

Suddenly, Ouyang Shang said, ”In any case, since the management trainee program finally gets such a strong support from you, I think even if there is going to be a fatal crisis, at the appointed time, bad luck might turn out to be good luck. At least at present, we can strive forward in that direction.”

Wang Lu nodded. ”This is actually one of my goals as I follow along all the way.”

After all, he did not know the whole picture about what happened more than one hundred years ago, so Wang Lu could not determine which part turned out to be a problem, resulting in such a tragedy for Spirit Sword Sect. In a situation where everything is still unknown, rash actions would likely to have counterproductive effects.

For example, the worst case scenario, the one that caused the downfall of the golden generation was an enemy that they simply could not defeat, and Spirit Sword Sect heroically sacrificed their own so that the rest could survive. If they were to listen to Wang Lu's suggestion at this time, everyone withdrew and retreated into the sect mountain, they would not even have the chance to heroically sacrifice their own but would be totally wiped out instead.

There was very little chance for this speculation to happen but who would dare gamble on this?

Therefore, rather than taking rash action, Wang Lu would rather act in a steady manner, and personally follow the golden generation in their training in the Savage Land. When the time comes, whatever happens, there would always be room to maneuver.

He did not worry that he would be buried along with the dead. After all, among the golden generation, there were survivors of this tragedy. Since Feng Yin, Wang Wu, and the others could survive, he certainly could.

”Let's bring this training program together to completion.”

For Wang Lu, rather than simply having traveled back through time and having saved people, wouldn't it be better if he could help complete the management training program?

Having gotten Wang Lu's commitment, Ouyang Shang seemed very happy.

Wang Lu, on the other hand, was rather calm. ”Then…”

Ouyang Shang said, ”Then it's like what I said, we first adjust the strategy for this Blessed Fountain site. The flood dragon's strength exceeds the initial expectation, so we…”

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Half a day later, Wang Lu saw the result of Ouyang Shang's plan adjustment.

This Big Brother of Spirit Sword Sect indeed excelled at unexpected ability. Wang Lu initially believed that after learning about how powerful the flood dragon was, he would choose the Jasper Jade Forest, but as a result...

”Hahaha, Big Brother, I can't believe we meet again after just parting for three days! Could it be that you have come across a problem that needs our support?”

A hearty laughter came from mid-air. At the same time, in their field of vision, a group of cultivators dressed in Spirit Sword Sect's disciple uniform came flying in.

The group was headed by a bearded, sturdy young man who had a loud voice, disheveled short hair and dressed in a loose robe, as well as two gourds of wine that hung along his waist. His wanton and unrestrained temperament was really eye-catching. However, if one looked closely at him, one would find that he was actually quite young. Especially his intelligent eyes, which exuded his exuberant youth.

However, to become the leader of a team of elites, this bearded, sturdy man obviously had his own uniqueness. Even Ouyang Shang also treated him favorably.

”Junior Brother Yang, this time I am not asking you for help, but to give you an opportunity.”

Between their exchange, the bearded and sturdy Yang Fei and his group had already landed on the ground.

”What opportunity?” Yang Fei was anxious. As soon as he landed, he impatiently asked, ”Did you catch a beautiful spirit?”

”There's a big guy there.” Ouyang Shang pointed at the Blessed Fountain. ”I plan for all of us to deal with it together. Apart from you, I also called Junior Brother Zhou Ming and Junior Brother Han Churan.”

”Oh, that's four teams. Who's this big guy who deserves this large force? The four teams are scattered in different locations, the trip alone was already a waste of time.”

Yang Fei's remark showed his carefulness within his coarse appearance.

Ouyang Shang lightly smiled. ”You'll know it when you see it.”

Seeing that his Senior Brother wanted to keep it a secret, Yang Fei no longer tried to haggle it. In any case, after getting along with his Big Brother for many years, when did he ever let people be disappointed? Suddenly, however, Yang Fei raised his eyebrows raised another question.

”Who is that guy? He looks unfamiliar.”

He stretched his finger and pointed at Wang Lu, who was coming to talk to the young cultivators of Spirit Sword Sect that he brought with him.

The corner of Ouyang Shang's mouth curled upward as he said, ”He's the byproduct of that old guy Sect Leader enjoying life.”

”Oh?” Yang Fei somewhat unable to believe, but he quickly convinced himself. ”No wonder he somewhat bears a remarkable resemblance to you.”

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