My Wife Is a Transmigrated Master Cultivator

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Chapter 1810: Xu Xiu’s Origin (1)

Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations

“Yo. I thought it was someone else. So it’s really Junior Brother Xu Xiu. You’ve disappeared for two years. We thought you died in that corner. I didn’t expect you to go to the Hongtian Empire and become a student of the Hongtian Academy. You’re really impressive!” A strange voice suddenly entered the ears of the four of them.

Hearing that familiar voice, hatred flashed through Xu Xiu’s eyes.

Lu Zijia and the others looked over and saw four men and a woman walking towards them.

And that strange voice came from the man in the lead.

“They’re from Jingang Academy,” Nie Wu explained to Lu Zijia and Mu Tianyan.

“Do they have a grudge against Fellow Student Xu?” Lu Zijia asked in confusion.

However, Xu Xiu was from the Hongtian Empire. Why would he have a grudge against someone from the Jingang Empire?

Could it be that Xu Xiu had been to the Jingang Empire before, or that the four men and one woman who were walking towards them had come to the Hongtian Empire?

Nie Wu glanced at Lu Zijia strangely, as if he found her question strange, but he still replied, “Fellow

Taoist Xu is from the Jingang Empire. Junior Sister Lu, don’t you know?”

Lu Zijia: “…” How would she Imow…

Even though she had a good relationship with Xu Xiu and his brother, she had been so busy in the academy for more than a year that she didn’t have time to ask where they were from.

Besides, she wasn’t interested in Xu Xiu. Why would she suddenly ask him where he was from?

Alright, the truth was, she had always thought that the Xu brothers were locals of Hongtian City…

“Let’s go!” Xu Xiu restrained his emotions and said expressionlessly. Then, he turned around and left first.

However, the man who spoke just then blocked his way.

“Junior Brother Xu Xiu, I haven’t seen you for two years. You don’t seem to have changed much.” Feng Zhijiang sized Xu Xiu up disdainfully, his tone mixed with obvious disdain.

“How can there be no changes? I think Junior Brother Xu Xiu has changed a lot. He looks much more shabby than when he was at Jingang Academy,” another male cultivator, Li Sheng, sneered.

Liang Chengfeng also had a mocking look on his face, but his tone seemed to be a bit regretful. “Right,

Young Master Xu was so glorious in the past! Unfortunately…”

“What’s there to pity? They are just a small family clan. Does he really think he’S someone important?” Wang Hanfa said disapprovingly.

Tang Yiran was protected in the middle by the four of them. Hearing what the four of them said, she couldn’t help frowning slightly. She turned to look at Xu Xiu, who was indeed not as energetic as before, but didn’t say anything in the end.

Xu Xiu tried his best to suppress the hatred in his heart and spat out coldly, “Get lost!”

Feng Zhijiang, who was originally smiling, immediately darkened when he heard that. “Xu Xiu, who do you think you are? How dare you ask me to get lost?! Don’t think that I can’t do anything to you just because you escaped from the Jingang Empire!”

“Fellow Taoist Feng, why waste time with a loser? Just teach him a lesson.” Liang Chengfeng glanced at Xu Xiu and said.

Wang Hanfa echoed, “That’s right, Fellow Taoist Feng. These losers will only avoid us when they’re beaten into submission. Only then will they avoid us the next time they see us.” As he spoke, Wang Hanfa took out his spiritual weapon, which was a long saber.

Xu Xiu clenched his fists tightly, and his eyes were bloodshot.

“This is the Sacred Cloud Academy. Are you sure you want to fight here?”

Nie Wu stood in front of Xu Xiu, wanting to use the name of the Sacred Cloud Academy to scare Feng

Zhijiang and the others away..

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