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

At first, Mo Chengyue was resistant.

After all, facing a Nascent Soul stage female demon who can freeze you into an ice sculpture at the drop of a hat is just too much psychological pressure.

But after several attempts, he discovered...

This gigolo is really delicious!

Although each time his spiritual energy was refined to the point of being completely consumed, the purity of the spiritual energy within him had reached an astonishing level.

If the spiritual power of an ordinary Foundation Establishment cultivator is like cotton wool...

His spiritual power is like a steel wire that has been forged and tempered a thousand times!

Invincible among those of the same level?

No, he felt he could blow up two Xie Buci with one punch, not counting that guy's trump card.

"This process is so hard on my back."

Mo Chengyue took a sip of tea, a wicked smile spreading across his face.

Since we can't resist, we can only... enjoy it.

even...…

Fight back.

……

Night fell, and the moon was high in the sky.

At the summit of Ice Soul Peak, the grand hall, perpetually covered in snow, once again opened its doors to Mo Chengyue.

They were very familiar with the process.

Even the two cold-faced female disciples guarding the gate, upon seeing Mo Chengyue dressed in a gray robe with an expression that said "I'm here to deliver a package," simply made way for him with strange looks.

Inside the hall, the air was bitterly cold.

Leng Yuexin was still dressed in a snow-white robe, sitting cross-legged on the eternal cold jade bed.

That exquisitely beautiful face revealed no emotion whatsoever, like a goddess from the heavens, unattainable.

"They're here."

She slowly opened her eyes, her voice clear and cold like ice beads falling on jade.

"This disciple greets Elder Leng."

Mo Chengyue bowed respectfully, his head bowed and eyes lowered, as if the corporate slave he was mentally complaining about didn't exist at all.

"Um."

Leng Yuexin responded lightly, her gaze sweeping over him with a hint of barely perceptible...desire?

"Let's begin."

No fluff, no foreplay.

Simple, straightforward, and to the point.

As the restrictions on the main hall were lifted, the white robes that symbolized status and majesty slipped off.

The next two hours were Mo Chengyue's "moment of revenge."

You want to use me as a tool?

Row.

Then I'll show you that even a tool has a temper!

On the cold jade bed, two completely different auras intertwined.

Leng Yuexin's Yin energy was domineering and fierce, attempting to forcibly plunder and erode it as usual.

But this time, the Yin-Yang Virtue Harmony Scripture within Mo Chengyue's body was operating at its maximum.

He did not passively endure it as he had done before.

Instead, he used the pure Yang energy within his body, refined countless times, to transform into a slippery loach, rampaging through Leng Yuexin's meridians!

This is a game of skill.

It is also a clash of wills.

"Hmm..."

Leng Yuexin, who had been expressionless and like a dead person, suddenly let out a muffled groan that she couldn't suppress.

Her once clear and indifferent phoenix eyes instantly became misty.

The originally smoothly flowing icy energy was disrupted by Mo Chengyue's sudden "counterattack".

That chilling feeling that struck deep into her soul caused even her rock-solid Dao heart to crack slightly at that moment.

"you……"

She bit her lower lip, wanting to scold him, but her voice was as soft as water.

Mo Chengyue was overjoyed.

Trying to act all high and mighty!

You think you can treat me like trash?!

Break through my defenses!

He intensified his efforts, controlling the yang energy and deliberately targeting the most sensitive and weakest points in Leng Yuexin's meridians.

Every impact hit her precisely at her critical point.

Circulate your true energy vigorously!

The feeling was like cutting through millennia-old ice with a scalding, dull knife.

Not only do we need to melt it, we need to make it boil!

"presumptuous……"

Leng Yuexin's fingers gripped Mo Chengyue's back tightly, her nails almost digging into his flesh.

She was trembling.

The ruthless and decisive elder who struck fear into the hearts of countless demonic cultivators was now utterly routed and defeated by a mere Foundation Establishment disciple.

Are you ashamed?

I'm so ashamed!

But the intense pleasure and sense of clarity that surged from deep within her body was something she simply couldn't resist, and she even... grew addicted to it.

This is a war without gunfire.

Mo Chengyue is the hunter who appears weak but actually controls the whole situation.

He danced on the tightrope, enjoying pulling the high and mighty goddess down to earth.

This sense of conquest is more addictive than any elixir.

……

The next morning.

Mo Chengyue walked out of the Ice Soul Hall feeling refreshed.

Although his dark circles were even more pronounced, his steps were lighter than ever before.

Last night's battle was a resounding victory.

In her final moments, Leng Yuexin even completely lost consciousness, clinging to him like an octopus.

That kind of unexpected cuteness...

Tsk, it's not something to be told to outsiders.

"call--"

He took a deep breath of the biting wind from Ice Soul Peak, feeling the spiritual energy within his body become even more refined.

Mid-stage of foundation building.

Although his cultivation level had recovered, he felt that his dantian was now like a compressed nuclear reactor.

If it breaks out, it could be terrifying.

Just then.

Rumbling--

Suddenly, a deafening clap of thunder echoed from the distant horizon.

Mo Chengyue paused and looked up.

On Chaoyun Peak to the east of the Hehuan Sect, a dazzling azure sword light shot into the sky, tearing through the clouds.

Within that sword light, it seemed as if an unparalleled divine sword was being conceived, radiating a chilling sharpness.

The spiritual energy within a hundred miles was frantically converging towards Chaoyun Peak.

It formed a huge funnel of spiritual energy.

"That's... Ye Changfeng?"

Mo Chengyue narrowed his eyes, recognizing that familiar aura.

"Auspicious Phenomenon of Core Formation: Green Lotus Transforms into a Sword."

Before everyone could recover from their shock...

From the direction of Tiantai Peak on the west side, another earth-shattering dragon roar resounded!

Roar--

A golden, illusory dragon shadow spiraled up from the mountaintop and soared straight into the sky.

The dragon's shadow was lifelike, exuding an aura of domineering arrogance.

Echoing the azure sword light to the east, it dyed the entire sky of the Hehuan Sect azure and gold.

"Oh my god..."

"This is way too curly!"

Mo Chengyue's lips twitched slightly.

Xiao Fan, Ye Changfeng.

These two protagonist-type guys actually broke through to the Core Formation stage on the same day!

The probability of this is even lower than winning the lottery jackpot.

Unless it's a script written by God himself.

"The twin stars shine brightly, may Heaven bless our sect!"

"Those are Senior Brother Xiao and Senior Brother Ye! They've formed their Core Formation!"

"Heavens! This strange phenomenon... it must be the legendary perfect Core Formation!"

"This is too powerful! He's practically the future of our Hehuan Sect!"

The entire Hehuan Sect was in an uproar.

Countless disciples rushed out of their cave, their eyes filled with fervor as they gazed at the two miraculous phenomena in the sky, bowing in worship.

Even some elders who were in seclusion were alerted and appeared one after another, stroking their beards and laughing with eyes full of satisfaction.

Amidst the overwhelming cheers.

Mo Chengyue stood out awkwardly on the mountain path of Bingpo Peak.

He felt neither shock nor jealousy.

He simply took out a handful of sunflower seeds from his pocket and started eating them while watching the show.

"That's what you call prestige."

"Main character has leveled up, server-wide announcement."

"We villainous underlings can only stand on the sidelines and cheer."

He chuckled self-deprecatingly, but his eyes were crystal clear.

Envy?

Perhaps a little.

After all, the feeling of being the center of attention is really quite exhilarating.

But he knew even better what standing in the spotlight meant.

It was the gaze of countless eyes, and the entanglement of countless troubles and karmic consequences.

That's living with your head on the line.

Nothing is as comfortable as him slacking off in the library.

How could it be as beneficial as him "carving" a Nascent Soul expert on Ice Soul Peak?

"You be your saviors."

"I'll just be a passerby."

"We'll keep to ourselves and not interfere with each other."

Mo Chengyue patted the melon seed shells off his hands and took one last look at the two dazzling beams of light in the sky.

He turned around and stepped onto the flying sword.

His figure transformed into an inconspicuous streak of light, disappearing into the morning mist.

Only in the wind could one faintly hear his whisper.

"However... since we've already formed our core..."

"It seems the cultivation world is about to descend into turmoil again..."

"I need to hurry back and draw a few more earth-遁符 (earth-遁符) to calm my nerves."

"Survival is the only way to survive."