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

Inside the ninth-floor attic.

Chen Changqing sat listlessly on the futon, not even bothering to lift his eyelids.

The overwhelming pressure that erupted in that instant pinned the four arrogant young men to the floor.

There were no fancy moves.

It was purely a matter of overwhelming the opponent with superior cultivation levels.

Ye Wushang lay on the ground, veins bulging on his forehead.

He felt his spine groaning under the strain.

This sense of humiliation caused his handsome face to turn a deep purplish-red.

但他不敢动.

In front of a Nascent Soul stage cultivator, any small action is tantamount to courting death.

"A stick of incense."

Chen Changqing's hoarse voice rang out again.

"After you've made your selection, get out of here."

As those four words fell, the terrifying gravity vanished instantly.

"call--"

Ye Wushang gasped for breath and scrambled to his feet.

He glared fiercely at Xiao Fan.

It's all that fool's fault, causing me, the Holy Son, to lose face so badly in front of the elders.

Xiao Fan simply patted the dust off his clothes.

His calm demeanor was irritating.

Having been reborn, this humiliation was nothing more than an appetizer to him.

As long as we get that thing...

Xiao Fan's gaze swept past the gleaming jade slips in the air.

It was firmly locked in the far corner, on a dusty, even cracked, broken jade slip.

In my previous life, when the Hehuan Sect was destroyed, this jade slip truly revealed its brilliance.

That is the "Asura Overlord Body" left behind by the ancient Demon Lord.

Although it is only a fragment, it can be used to cultivate an immortal Asura body.

In this lifetime, it belongs to me.

Xiao Fan revealed a barely perceptible smile and strode over.

Upon seeing this, Ye Wushang let out a sneer.

"As expected, he's a country bumpkin who's never seen the world."

"Why choose to scavenge for scraps in a garbage dump when there are high-grade Earth-level cultivation techniques available?"

He ignored Xiao Fan and turned to look at the black jade slip that was radiating overwhelming demonic energy.

The Nine Transformations of the Heavenly Demon.

One of the most important and unique skills of the Hehuan School.

It is also the most suitable cultivation method for his Heavenly Demon bloodline.

"Once I master this skill, I will be able to fully unleash the power of my bloodline."

"At that time, all those swordplay geniuses and born freaks will have to kneel at my feet and sing 'Conquer!'"

Ye Wushang's eyes were filled with greed and fanaticism.

He directly summoned a defensive magical artifact, and despite the restrictions surrounding the jade slip, he forcefully reached out and grabbed it.

the other side.

Lin Miaoyin's captivating eyes swept across the air once.

It finally settled on a pink jade slip.

Around the jade slip, countless illusory images of flying goddesses materialized.

The soft, seductive music could be faintly heard.

The Great Free Goddess's Enchanting Technique.

He specializes in cultivating the spirit and soul, using charm to achieve enlightenment, and killing without leaving a trace.

"This is more befitting of my status as a saintess."

Lin Miaoyin covered her mouth and chuckled softly.

She stretched out her slender hand, her fingertips dancing with pink spiritual energy.

Those originally violent restrictions became docile under the soothing power of her spiritual energy.

She easily took the jade slip into her hand.

An extremely sharp sword intent soared into the sky within the main hall.

Ye Changfeng stood in front of a blue jade slip.

There were no unusual phenomena around the jade slip.

Only tiny spatial cracks were constantly appearing and disappearing.

The Heaven-Slaying Sword Drawing Technique.

The principle is to strike decisively and leave no way out.

Just like Ye Changfeng's swordsmanship.

"It's you."

Ye Changfeng pointed his fingers together to form a sword and gently slashed at the restriction.

"Sizzle."

The restriction, which was strong enough to withstand a full-force attack from a late-stage Core Formation cultivator, was actually cut open by his finger.

He reached out and took the jade slip, not even glancing at anyone else, and turned to leave.

Ye Wushang obtained the "Nine Transformations of the Heavenly Demon," his face beaming with barely suppressed smugness.

He looked defiantly at Xiao Fan, who was holding a tattered jade slip in his hand.

"Junior Brother Xiao, your taste is truly 'unique'."

"You treat this kind of trash that nobody would even pick up if you threw it on the street like a treasure?"

"How about I sponsor you a few spirit stones so you can buy a decent book from the street vendors outside?"

Xiao Fan carefully put away the tattered jade slip.

He simply smiled coldly in response to the mockery.

"How can a sparrow know the ambition of a swan?"

"Senior Brother Ye should worry more about himself."

"I've heard that the Nine Transformations of the Heavenly Demon is extremely difficult to cultivate, and the slightest mistake can lead to death by exploding body."

"At that time, my senior brother's expensive outfit will probably become his burial item."

"You're asking for it!"

Ye Wushang was furious, and demonic energy surged around him.

It looks like another fight is about to break out.

"cough."

Chen Changqing coughed lightly again.

Ye Wushang instantly forced back his demonic energy.

"snort!"

"We'll see!"

Ye Wushang flicked his sleeves and strode downstairs.

Xiao Fan, Lin Miaoyin, and Ye Changfeng followed closely behind.

……

The second floor.

Mo Chengyue slowly placed the last sunflower seed shell on the table.

A series of hurried footsteps came from the stairwell.

The four prodigies descended.

Mo Chengyue immediately wiped the smile off his face and put on an expression of awe, admiration, and a touch of inferiority.

He stood up and stood respectfully beside the duty station.

Ye Wushang walked at the front, his face glowing.

He fiddled with the black jade slip in his hand, wishing he could stick it on his forehead for everyone to see.

He stopped as he passed by Mo Chengyue.

"That guy."

Ye Wushang slightly raised his chin, looking down at Mo Chengyue through his nostrils.

"I heard you collected a lot of junk during the trials?"

Mo Chengyue immediately bowed and scraped.

"Reporting to Senior Brother Ye, these are just scraps that the other senior brothers don't want. We're bringing them back to exchange for some spirit stones to make a living."

"Hmph, at least you know your place."

Ye Wushang casually tossed out a mid-grade spirit stone.

The spirit stone traced an arc in the air and landed precisely on the table in front of Mo Chengyue.

"Here's a reward for you."

"Keep your eyes open in the future, and don't pick up every piece of trash you can find, lest you embarrass the sect."

After saying that, he laughed and left.

Mo Chengyue's eyes lit up when he looked at the spirit stones on the table.

He felt no humiliation whatsoever; on the contrary, he happily put it away.

"Thank you, Senior Brother Ye!"

"Senior Brother Ye is so magnanimous!"

May Senior Brother Ye live to be a hundred!

He shouted loudly from behind.

But what I was thinking was...

"Give me a dozen of these rich, foolish sugar daddies."

"When you've ruined your skills, I'll definitely burn the best paper money for you."

As Xiao Fan passed by, he merely glanced at Mo Chengyue indifferently.

His eyes held a scrutinizing gaze.

But he didn't find anything unusual.

He's just a low-level disciple who only knows how to flatter and fawn.

Not worth mentioning.

Lin Miaoyin stopped.

Her beautiful eyes swept over Mo Chengyue.

That look in his eyes was like a venomous snake scrutinizing its prey.

Mo Chengyue felt a chill run down his spine.

He tried to shrink his neck, pretending to be an innocent girl who was shy about being looked at by a beautiful woman.

"strangeness."

Lin Miaoyin frowned.

"I feel like I've seen you somewhere before?"

Mo Chengyue's heart skipped a beat.

This woman's intuition is terrifying!

Was the disguise of that "fat guy" not perfect enough?

"Senior Sister...you're really joking."

Mo Chengyue stammered, a blush rising on his face.

"I...I've been on duty at the Sutra Repository. I'm always there whenever my senior sister comes."

"My senior sister's beauty is beyond my... I've never dared to look directly at her."

That flattery was perfectly timed.

This both explained why the face looked familiar and satisfied Lin Miaoyin's vanity.

Lin Miaoyin chuckled softly.

"You have quite the sweet tongue."

"Unfortunately, his aptitude is too poor; he's destined to be just a gatekeeper."

She lost interest and swayed away.

Only a suffocating fragrance remained.

Mo Chengyue watched her retreating figure and mentally gave her the middle finger.

"What happened to the doorman?"

"Did the gatekeeper eat your rice?"

"Wait until I take those shameful photos of you on the battlefield between immortals and demons, then let's see if you can still be so arrogant."

Ye Changfeng was the last to leave.

He didn't stop at all.

He transformed into a streak of sword light and charged straight out of the Scripture Pavilion.

The eagerness with which he wanted to go back and practice his sword made several disciples passing by the gate so frightened that they fell to the ground.

"What a bunch of freaks."

Watching the four people leave completely.

Mo Chengyue finally breathed a sigh of relief.

He slumped into a chair, picked up the mid-grade spirit stone that Ye Wushang had given him, and blew on it.

"However, I still want to thank you."

"With you guys drawing fire in front of us..."

"Only by being inconspicuous can I develop more safely."