If I stay in the Hehuan Sect, I'll live off the pampered daughters of the Heavenly Pride Sect.

With a command from the elder in charge, hundreds of disciples, like tigers released from their cages, transformed into streaks of light and surged madly toward Wanqi Mountain.

The scene was quite spectacular.

Immediately afterwards, a blinding white light flashed.

Mo Chengyue felt dizzy, as if he had been stuffed into a washing machine and put on spin-dry mode.

When I opened my eyes again, all around me was silent.

He was randomly teleported to a remote, desolate corner of Wanqi Mountain.

Looking around, the place certainly lives up to its name.

Within a radius of a hundred miles, the mountains and fields were covered with all sorts of magical implements.

Swords, spears, knives, axes, zithers, chess pieces, pens, halberds... everything is available.

Each piece is brand new, gleaming with a cold light, and meticulously maintained to a shiny, lustrous finish, as if it had just come off the assembly line not long ago.

"Wow, that's quite a grand gesture."

Mo Chengyue smacked his lips.

As expected of the Hehuan Sect's armory, its grandeur and profound heritage are sure to impress many.

But it was just a casual remark.

He glanced at the scene with his divine sense and then curled his lip in disapproval.

They're all just for show.

Most of these magical artifacts are ordinary items, with at most a few low-grade spiritual artifacts.

The quality is no different from the mass-produced goods sold by the sect's weapon-refining workshop.

In addition, the spiritual energy here is pitifully thin, not even as good as the pigsty on his Qingquan Peak.

No wonder those disciples rushed up the mountain like they were on steroids, and no one even glanced this way.

If it were anyone else, landing in such a remote and impoverished area, they'd probably be cursing right now.

But Mo Chengyue didn't care at all; in fact, he was secretly pleased.

quiet.

With no one to bother us, it's practically a paradise for slackers, Lao Liu's promised land.

He had no interest in competing with those geniuses and top scholars for the top spot.

The most urgent task is to ensure my own safety.

He didn't want to be one of those unlucky guys who, just three minutes into the game, would get hit on the back of the head with a brick for no reason, have their token crushed, and be sent away.

That would be like being eliminated immediately upon landing, making a laughing stock of oneself.

Mo Chengyue carefully released his divine sense, scanning the surrounding environment inch by inch like the most sophisticated radar.

After confirming that there wasn't a soul in sight within a ten-mile radius, he breathed a sigh of relief, took out a handful of melon seeds from his storage bag, and prepared to crack them open as a sign of respect, while planning his subsequent "scavenging" route.

But just then...

His keen senses suddenly detected two unusual fluctuations of spiritual energy not far away.

Good guy.

Those two spiritual energies, one domineering and sharp, the other ethereal and otherworldly, were both ridiculously strong.

It was hurtling toward the core area of ​​Wanqi Mountain, which was the Zhenqi Pavilion at the top of the mountain, at an alarming speed.

"Tsk tsk tsk, the protagonist's entrance is indeed accompanied by his own background music and spotlight."

Mo Chengyue cracked sunflower seeds, already having a guess in his mind.

Aside from the two newly crowned "chosen ones," Xiao Fan and Ye Changfeng, he couldn't think of anyone else among this year's newcomers who could command such a grand presence.

These two "B Kings" have already begun their journey to becoming "Roll Kings".

Mo Chengyue had no interest in this at all, and even wanted to stay away from them.

Being in the same map as such a chosen one increases the danger factor exponentially.

Who knows if they might be killed by the aftershocks of their battle while walking down the street.

He made up his mind to follow his original plan and first visit a nearby ruin marked on the map.

See if you can find some "scraps" that have been overlooked by predecessors, and then leisurely stroll over to the Zhenqi Pavilion.

However, just as he was about to set off...

He sensed another fluctuation of spiritual energy at the edge of his consciousness.

This spiritual energy was gloomy and sticky, exuding an unsettling restlessness.

They were sneaky and furtive, like rats hiding in the sewers.

Mo Chengyue frowned.

Who is it?

He was moving in a specific direction, and seemed to have a clear goal.

Mo Chengyue was too lazy to bother with it.

Whatever he wants to do, as long as he doesn't bother me.

After walking for a while, Mo Chengyue felt something was amiss.

He discovered that the gloomy spiritual energy had always maintained a distance that was neither too close nor too far from him.

Although they didn't get close, they didn't get far away either.

The feeling was like being stalked.

Could it be that the other party's target is themselves?

Thinking back, I don't think I've offended anyone recently!

This displeased Mo Chengyue.

"What do you mean?"

"Do you really think I'm a pushover, someone you want to squeeze and see how I feel?"

What he hates most is the feeling of being secretly watched.

Since you are heartless, don't blame me for being ruthless.

I'd like to see what you're up to, you scoundrel.

A glint of smugness flashed in Mo Chengyue's eyes as he casually tossed the sunflower seed shells in his hand aside.

He immediately used the breath-concealing technique that he had mastered to perfection five years ago.

His aura instantly became extremely concealed, and his figure moved like a ghost, silently darting towards the direction of that gloomy spiritual energy.

……

On a remote hillside called Jianpo.

Here, jagged rocks abound, and a few gleaming swords are scattered sparsely on the ground.

Du Jingxing was directing two henchmen, nervously making arrangements.

"Hurry up! Be quick!"

"Make sure you plant all the flags for this 'Bone-Corroding Soul-Destroying Array' in the correct positions!"

"Especially these few bottles of the enhanced version of 'Hehuan Powder,' when the formation is activated later, we must ensure the medicine's effects are maximized!"

Du Jingxing wore a twisted and excited smile, his eyes filled with lewdness and resentment.

"Su Qingying! You bitch!"

"Aren't you so high and mighty? Didn't you say you wouldn't even look at me if you married a beggar?"

"Just wait, I'll make you beg me for you inside this formation! Hahahaha!"

The two lackeys behind him chuckled along.

"The boss is brilliant!"

"Once the boss's had his fill, can the brothers have a taste too? Those women's figures, tsk tsk, just thinking about it makes me hot!"

Du Jingxing waved his hand impatiently.

"Got it! You'll get your share of the benefits once I've finished my business!"

Behind a huge rock not far away.

Mo Chengyue saw and heard everything clearly.

He crossed his arms, stroked his chin, and gave a knowing look.

Goodness, I just have to say goodness.

So it turns out they were after Su Qingying, that icy beauty.

I know this plot like the back of my hand!

The villain sets a trap, the female lead gets into danger, then the male lead saves her life and wins her heart.

Mo Chengyue's lips curled up slightly.

He neither showed up to stop it, nor did he turn around and leave.

Instead, they watched with the mindset of watching a grand spectacle, like a highly professional war correspondent, lingering at a distance.

After Du Jingxing and his group finished setting up the formation and carefully checked it again to make sure everything was in perfect order, they left triumphantly.

They had just left.

Mo Chengyue then slipped out from behind the rock.

He walked up to the array that exuded a sinister aura and began to study it with great interest.

"A bone-corroding, soul-consuming formation? And it's been spiked?"

"Tsk tsk, that's really vicious."

Mo Chengyue shook his head, but a mischievous smile remained on his face.

He extended a finger, its tip gleaming with light.

He gently poked at several key points of the formation.

"Your formation has too dark an overall tone; it's not sunny enough, and it doesn't have enough positive spiritual energy."

"I'll help you revise it."

He muttered to himself while his hands moved swiftly.

Several array patterns originally used to induce poison were cleverly transformed into runes that stimulate blood circulation and amplify the senses.

He then took out a packet of unknown medicinal powder from his storage bag and carefully sprinkled it on the spot where the "Hehuan Powder" had originally been placed.

"Hmm, that makes it slightly less powerful."

"However, the entertainment value has been greatly enhanced."

Mo Chengyue clapped his hands, looked at the formation he had "optimized," and revealed a satisfied smile.

He didn't damage the foundation of the formation; he only made slight modifications.

In this way, when Du Jingxing activates the formation later, he will definitely receive a big "surprise".

After doing all this, he once again used the Concealing Breath Technique, and his figure disappeared from the spot.

Having found a "VIP viewing spot" with an excellent view, Mo Chengyue even took out a small stool and a bag of spiced peanuts from his storage bag.

Everything is ready; we're just waiting for the feast to begin.