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

Behind Qingquan Peak is the martial arts training ground.

This place should have been a 5A-level scenic spot filled with birdsong and fragrant flowers, but in Mo Chengyue's eyes, it was a one-way street to hell.

A barrier had been erected around him, and the semi-transparent light curtain, like an inverted bowl, trapped him, the lamb to the slaughter, inside.

"Clang!"

A crudely made wooden sword, resembling a fire poker, was mercilessly tossed to the ground at his feet.

Mo Chengyue looked at the broken piece of wood on the ground, then at Qin Wanzhuang across from him, who was slowly rolling up her sleeves, revealing a section of her fair and white wrist, and his throat went dry.

"Second Senior Sister, broaden your perspective, can't we really have a battle of wits?"

He tried to make a final, desperate struggle, his face contorted with wrinkles that looked worse than tears.

"Besides this hundred-odd pounds of flesh, I really don't have anything to offer."

"How about I do your laundry? I'm really good at hand washing; I can even scrub off Brother Xie's old wine stains!"

Qin Wanzhuang didn't even lift her eyelids.

She casually folded a dry branch, and her aura made that dry branch look like a "dragon-slaying sword".

"A stick of incense."

She raised a finger, her voice devoid of any warmth, as if pronouncing a death sentence.

"I will suppress my cultivation to the mid-Foundation Establishment stage. If you can hold out for the time it takes for an incense stick to burn, you can go back to sleep. If you can't hold out, or if your performance is too poor..."

Her slender white fingers pointed to the gloomy valley deep in the back mountains.

"It's mating season in the Ten Thousand Snake Cave. Those spirit snakes have been very irritable lately, and they just need a tough-skinned snake to cool them down."

Mo Chengyue felt a tightness in his rear, as if his skull was about to explode.

A den of ten thousand snakes? Mating?

The scene is too beautiful, who can resist it! This is no longer a matter of being socially awkward, this is about interspecies friendship!

"Senior sister! Be ready at any time!"

Mo Chengyue grabbed the wooden sword, struck a less-than-standard but imposing starting stance, his eyes filled with determination as if he were about to blow up a bunker.

"Come! For the glory of Clear Spring Peak! I am willing to offer my body!"

Rather than be played by a snake, I'd rather be beaten up by my senior sister.

At least my senior sister is pleasing to the eye, and as her own senior sister, she probably... she wouldn't really beat him to death, right?

"Fancy and overly complicated."

Qin Wanzhuang scoffed coldly and lightly touched the ground with her toes.

There was no spectacular burst of spiritual energy, nor any background music. She simply rushed over, thrusting out the withered branch in her hand in an unremarkable manner.

fast.

In Mo Chengyue's dynamic visual capture, the withered branch instantly filled his entire field of vision, pointing directly at his brow.

At this moment, the survival instinct of the overworked office worker completely takes over his body.

Mo Chengyue let out a strange cry and fell backward without any regard for his image. Then, with an incredibly smooth "lazy donkey roll," he rolled three zhang away in an instant.

"laugh!"

The withered branch pierced through the afterimage he left behind, and the strong wind it generated snapped off a lock of hair at his temple.

"Holy crap! Senior sister, are you serious?!"

Mo Chengyue got up from the ground, covered in mud, looking just like a terracotta warrior dug out of the ground.

Qin Wanzhuang's eyebrows were slightly raised.

Did they dodge it?

Although the pose was so ugly it made you want to gouge your eyes out, the timing was absolutely perfect.

"luck?"

She had doubts.

With a flick of the dry branch in his hand, the attack resumed.

This time, it wasn't a straight thrust. With a flick of his wrist, the withered branches transformed into countless afterimages, completely blocking all of Mo Chengyue's escape routes on both sides.

"Ah! Murder! Murder of your own junior brother!"

Mo Chengyue wailed and howled, but his body was like a mudfish that had come to life.

He doesn't parry; instead, he focuses on being a "master of human outlines," rolling around on the training ground.

"Wild Geese Descending on the Sandbank!"

"The salted fish makes a dramatic turnaround!"

"The groundhog's amazing burrowing skills!"

As he rolled around, he kept giving these low-class moves random names.

The two handyman disciples watching were completely dumbfounded. In all their years at the Hehuan Sect, they had never seen such a refined and elegant swordsmanship.

This isn't a friendly exchange; it's clearly a scam!

Qin Wanzhuang's face visibly darkened.

What she wanted to see was her junior brother's fighting spirit and his potential, not this kind of scoundrel-like behavior of rolling around on the ground!

"Mo Chengyue!"

She gave a low shout, her voice suppressing a volcano about to erupt.

"How long are you going to keep up this act? Don't you even have the courage to draw your sword?!"

"Since you're so eager to go to the Serpent Cave and be a groom for snakes, then I'll grant your wish!"

Before the words were even finished, the temperature inside the training ground plummeted to freezing.

Qin Wanzhuang's aura has changed.

Although his cultivation level was still suppressed at the mid-Foundation Establishment stage, the sharp sword intent that had emerged from the mountains of corpses and seas of blood was genuinely overflowing.

This is not a friendly competition.

This is to expose him.

Mo Chengyue felt a chill run down his spine, as if he were being targeted by an ancient Tyrannosaurus Rex, and the hairs on his body stood on end in salute.

They've gone too far!

This female tyrannosaurus is really angry!

If I don't produce something truly impressive, I might really be carried to the Ten Thousand Snake Cave to become a "bandit's wife" today.

But he can't reveal his true strength!

That would be endless trouble; that sixth master, who was just watching the show, would definitely use him as a laborer to the very end!

At the critical moment.

Qin Wanzhuang's withered branches have arrived.

This sword strike sealed off all escape routes, aiming straight for the throat. There was no way to dodge, no way to escape; even the King of Hell's snare was dangling.

Mo Chengyue's pupils contracted slightly.

Since we can't hide, then... let's exploit a bug!

He seemed to stumble backward in a panic, but his foot seemed to trip clumsily, and his right foot kicked a few pebbles on the ground with remarkable stealth.

Pop, pop, pop.

The three pebbles flew out but did not attack Qin Wanzhuang. Instead, they landed at the three feng shui points of Qian, Dui, and Li beside her.

This is a "physical cheat code - Qi disturbance formation" that he figured out after reading "Three Hundred Explanations of Basic Formations" in the library.

It was extremely rudimentary and could not even be called a formation; it could only be considered as slightly interfering with the airflow by utilizing the terrain.

But in such high-level situations, even the slightest interference can be fatal.

Qin Wanzhuang suddenly felt the withered branch in her hand become inexplicably heavy, and her originally smooth swordplay faltered slightly for a moment.

It's like a max-level character suddenly experiencing 460ms latency.

"Um?"

Her heart skipped a beat.

It was that brief moment of lag!

Mo Chengyue's body made a movement that violated human biomechanics.

His waist seemed boneless, and his upper body bent backward at an eerie ninety-degree angle—thanks to Leng Yuexin.

This is the "Extreme Iron Bridge" technique, which was developed on the Jade Bed to avoid that deadly breath of cold air.

A dry twig brushed past the tip of his nose, shaving off a layer of oily sweat.

Immediately afterwards, his right hand inexplicably reached out.

It was pure muscle memory. He relied on the keen touch of these hands during countless nights when he was "tortured" by Leng Yuexin.

Searching for the nodes of the other's meridians in the darkness, they waged a war called dual cultivation, which was in reality a game of strategy.

At this moment, Qin Wanzhuang's wrist was no longer a deadly weapon in his eyes, but a highway carrying spiritual energy.

Right there! That tollbooth... no, that junction!

Snapped.

A soft sound.

The wind in the training ground stopped.

The two menial disciples' chins hit the insteps of their feet.

The withered branch in Qin Wanzhuang's hand stopped in mid-air, only three inches away from Mo Chengyue's throat.

Mo Chengyue remained kneeling on the ground, still in that extremely backward-leaning posture. His right hand was firmly gripping Qin Wanzhuang's wrist pulse point!

With his fingertips sinking deep, he precisely pressed the key acupoint for the output of spiritual energy, like an iron clamp that directly cut off the power supply.

Moreover, because the spiritual energy within Mo Chengyue's body had been purified several times by Leng Yuexin, a Nascent Soul expert, its quality was frighteningly high.

With this grab, the protective aura around Qin Wanzhuang's body was directly broken!

Qin Wanzhuang's eyes narrowed.

The entire arm went numb instantly, and the spiritual energy was blocked.

Was she subdued?

Was he taken advantage of by this seemingly useless junior brother who only knew how to slack off?

In such a... almost humiliating way?

The air seemed to freeze at that moment.

Mo Chengyue felt the warmth and smoothness from his palm, and the wildly pounding pulse under his fingertips, and his brain instantly went blank.