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

Each petal is enough to shred metal.

"Break it!"

Xie Buci swung his sword.

The storm of sword energy howled and swept into the surrounding darkness.

He wanted to use absolute force to burst this disgusting, hellish place apart.

however.

Mo Chengyue seemed to have anticipated this.

"A high-energy reaction was detected."

"Activate the second phase of the defense plan: Severing all ties and love mode."

The formation is activated.

The originally highly aggressive sword energy storm inexplicably dissipated by more than half when it touched the surrounding black mist.

Followed by.

The white light before Xie Buci's eyes disappeared.

Instead, countless familiar figures appeared.

That was a "debt of romance" he had incurred.

"Xie Lang, why have you betrayed me?"

"Young Master Xie, you haven't settled the bill for the drinks from that day."

"Brother Xie, you said you would watch the stars with me."

These illusions are not simply the allure of beauty.

Because Mo Chengyue knew his senior brother too well.

For him, beauty was a reward, not a punishment.

and so.

Mo Chengyue slightly "processed" these illusions.

Those delicate beauties now had ferocious expressions, holding abacuses and account books in their hands.

"Give me my money back!"

"To repay the debt!"

"Give me back the wine!"

Countless mouths were demanding repayment of debts from Xie Buci.

This was Xie Buci's deepest nightmare.

His swordplay instantly became chaotic.

"Stop, stop, stop!"

"Stop reading!"

"I'll pay! I'll pay, okay?!"

Xie Buci fled in panic.

Even knowing it was fake, the primal fear he felt prevented him from swinging his sword.

after all.

Several of them are actually ex-girlfriends.

What if I cut the wrong person? How am I supposed to stay in the Hehuan Sect after this?

Seeing this scene.

Mo Chengyue, hiding in the center of the formation, smiled slightly.

"The effect is outstanding."

"It seems that mental attacks are the best way to deal with cultivators whose Dao hearts are unstable."

"Next, let's serve the main course."

Mo Chengyue lightly tapped the array plate with his finger.

"Phase Three: The Dignity Crusher"

Xie Buci, who was dodging the "debt collector," suddenly felt his feet sink.

The once hard rocky ground had somehow turned into a pool of incredibly viscous liquid.

This liquid is extremely viscous.

It is made from the mucus of a monster called the "Earth-walking Snail".

Xie Buci was about to lift his leg.

With a "whoosh" sound.

His priceless cloud-climbing boots were stuck to the ground.

The foot was pulled out.

The shoes didn't move.

Xie Buci stepped barefoot onto the disgusting slime.

It's cold.

Slippery.

The texture is extremely poor.

Even more deadly is...

A terrifying gravitational force suddenly descended.

The gravity did not act on his whole body, but rather, in a very peculiar way, only on his waistband and collar.

Countless invisible hands were desperately pulling down his pants and tearing his clothes to both sides.

"Mo Chengyue!"

Xie Buci let out a roar of utter shame and indignation.

He was holding up his pants with one hand and covering his collar with the other.

He twisted and turned in place with difficulty, as if he were performing a shamanistic ritual.

There was not a trace of the demeanor of a Golden Core sword cultivator left.

He's a complete drunkard who's been thoroughly messed up.

"Senior brother, mind your image."

"This isn't over yet."

Mo Chengyue's voice remained so calm that it made you want to punch him.

Xie Buci was completely enraged.

Even a clay figure has a bit of temper.

Moreover, he was the number one swordsman of the Hehuan Sect.

"I'm not playing anymore!"

"Open it!"

An extremely chilling sword intent condensed within his body.

That was his trump card.

"A sword's chilling edge!"

The terrifyingly low temperature instantly froze the slime underfoot.

Xie Buci's eyes were bloodshot, and the long sword in his hand gleamed with a blinding cold light.

He's getting serious.

Even if he had to tear down this back mountain, he would first drag out that bastard Mo Chengyue and give him a good beating.

however.

At this critical moment.

The surrounding black mist suddenly dissipated.

However, no exit was revealed.

Instead, it revealed a total of thirty-six photo stones floating in the air.

Each photo stone shimmered with red light.

It is currently in the "recording" state.

These photo stones, from all thirty-six angles—up, down, left, right, front, and back—are aimed at Xie Buci from every angle, leaving no blind spots.

Xie Buci at this moment.

Her hair was disheveled.

His clothes were disheveled.

The pants were loose and baggy.

Barefoot.

His face still bore the grime of food emanating from the stench.

This appearance.

If word gets out...

Mo Chengyue's voice rang out at just the right moment.

It is filled with devilish temptation.

"Senior Brother."

"If you were to bring that sword down..."

"These thirty-six precious video recordings will appear at the bedside of every female disciple of the Hehuan Sect tomorrow morning."

"I've already thought of a title."

"Shocking! Why did the chief disciple of Qingquan Peak run naked in the back mountain late at night?"

Why did a once-renowned swordsman become a psychopath?

"Exclusive Reveal: Xie Buci's Unknown Special Hobbies"

"Senior Brother."

"You don't want your carefully cultivated 'male god' image within the sect to be ruined overnight, do you?"

The earth-shattering sword energy that was about to be unleashed was abruptly halted in mid-air.

Xie Buci maintained his sword-wielding posture.

He turned into a statue.

His face turned from green to red, from red to purple, and finally turned deathly pale.

This was the decisive blow.

For someone who values ​​face more than life itself.

This move is more effective than any thunder or fire.

"you……"

Xie Buci pointed his trembling finger at the void.

"You're ruthless."

"You win."

"Screw these damn rocks and lock them up!"

"Fine, I surrender!"

With that roar filled with humiliation and helplessness.

The oppressive feeling around them instantly dissipated.

The blinding red light went out.

The stench was dispersed by the gentle breeze.

The mucus turned into fly ash.

Even the boot that was stuck to the ground was gently returned to Xie Buci's feet.

Mo Chengyue's figure emerged from the darkness.

He had a harmless smile on his face.

He was also holding a tray in his hand.

On it were hot towels, new shoes and socks, and a pot of warmed spirit wine.

"Thank you for your hard work, Senior Brother."

"Thank you for your trouble, Senior Brother."

"Come on, wipe your face and have a drink to calm your nerves."

Mo Chengyue eagerly handed over the towel.

The pervert who tried to kill his senior brother just now wasn't him at all.

Xie Buci grabbed a towel and vigorously wiped his face.

Then he plopped down on the ground, grabbed the wine jug, and took a big gulp.

"Cough cough..."

The alcohol choked him, causing him to cough repeatedly.

He looked up, his gaze complex as he looked at his junior brother, who was all smiles.

"Junior Brother."

"How come I never noticed before, senior brother, that you were so dark-hearted?"

Mo Chengyue squatted down beside him, looking completely innocent.

"Senior brother, you are mistaken."

"That's called being prudent."

"This is called being prepared for any eventuality."

Xie Buci rolled his eyes.

He glanced around at the now calm cave, but his heart was in turmoil.

Although he didn't use his full strength.

Although he got scammed.

But I have to admit.

If an unsuspecting Golden Core cultivator were to barge in...

Even if they don't die, they'll be badly injured.

And all of this was actually done by a Foundation Establishment cultivator.

"Alright, alright."

"Stop pretending."

Xie Buci kicked Mo Chengyue in annoyance.

"Destroy that so-called 'record stone'."

"Otherwise, I won't be able to sleep tonight."

Mo Chengyue immediately complied and, in front of Xie Buci, crushed several photographic stones into powder.

"It's ruined, all of it is ruined."

"I trust you with your work, junior brother."

Xie Buci finally breathed a sigh of relief.

He straightened his robes; although he was still somewhat disheveled, he had at least regained some of his former dashing charm.

"Let's get down to business."

Xie Buci's expression suddenly turned serious.

He put down the wine pot and stared intently at Mo Chengyue.

"You're making a lot of messy things."

"Is it for the Immortal-Demon Battlefield two months from now?"

Mo Chengyue's smile also faded.

He nodded.

"That's right."

"I don't want to die."

"I don't want to see my senior brothers and sisters die either."

"There are no rules, no humanity there."

"Only those who survive have the right to tell stories."

Xie Buci remained silent.

He looked at the determined-looking junior brother in front of him.

Suddenly, I realized that my third junior brother had grown up overnight.