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

"Junior brother, it doesn't matter if a cat is black or white, as long as it catches mice, it's a good cat. Although our Hehuan Sect has reformed now, we can't abandon the 'all's fair in war' principle left by our ancestors!"

He patted Wenren Ji's stiff shoulder.

"That's called tactics, understand? It's about broadening your perspective!"

"As long as you can win, even scattering lime can be an art."

Wenren Ji fell silent again.

Although something felt off, and the sound seemed to shatter my worldview, upon closer reflection...

That actually makes a lot of sense.

then.

Under this dual training of "physical persuasion" and "tactical dirty work," the back mountain of Qingquan Peak became Wenrenji's nightmare for the next two months.

It was also the starting point for him to go astray.

During the day, he had to face Mo Chengyue's completely unreasonable brute force and be used as a punching bag.

During the evening review, we also had to be wary of the senior students' endless traps, formations, lime powder, blinding bullets, pepper spray...

Under the dual torment of mind and body for sixty days, Wenren Jina's bottleneck, which was originally stuck in the late stage of Foundation Establishment, actually loosened!

He was forced to learn techniques to deflect force in the face of absolute power, and he also learned how to anticipate those underhanded tricks after being "dirty" countless times.

Even his eyes now held a glint of cunning, the kind that comes with the nickname "Sixth Brother."

Mo Chengyue was also busy.

He has blended his brute strength with various underhanded tricks more and more smoothly.

In the past, people used their brains to trick others; now, the body reacts faster than the brain.

He truly embodied the virtue of being "ruthless and heartless," which is the foundation for survival in the cultivation world!

Two months later.

The setting sun was like blood as the two finished their final sparring session.

Although Wenren Ji still lost a move, Mo Chengyue's victory this time was not easy. In fact, a corner of his clothes was cut off, and he almost got his head split open.

"Junior brother, not bad."

Mo Chengyue looked at Wenren Ji, who was panting but had bright eyes, and a hint of admiration flashed in his eyes.

"If you keep practicing like this, I'll soon be unable to hold you down."

Wenren Ji sheathed his sword.

Although his face still held that icy, unapproachable look, his eyes burned with an unprecedented excitement.

He bowed deeply to Mo Chengyue, his tone utterly sincere: "Thank you for your guidance, Senior Brother! I have understood!"

As for what he realized, only heaven knows.

"Alright, stop with the fluff."

Mo Chengyue waved his hand, gazing at the distant sea of ​​clouds, his eyes gradually becoming deep and a playful smile curving his lips.

The special training is over; now it's time to get serious.

There are still two weeks left.

The sect competition is about to begin.

Taking advantage of this lull, Mo Chengyue finally got a day off.

He made up an excuse, accepted a task to go down the mountain to buy supplies, and headed straight for the ghost market.

Standing at the entrance of the ghost market, Mo Chengyue took a deep breath.

Ah, what's this smell?

It's the taste of freedom!

Although he had become invisible in the Hehuan Sect, as a seasoned office worker with a modern soul, Mo Chengyue knew the importance of "work-life balance".

"He's clearly a disciple of the demonic path, but his life is even worse than working 996."

"They even have to pay for their own jobs. Who can they complain to?"

While mentally ranting, Mo Chengyue skillfully took a picture of himself using the "Supreme Version of the Concealing Breath Technique".

With slight adjustments to his facial features, he lost all his handsomeness and instantly became the kind of "ordinary passerby" who would be hard to spot in a crowd.

His cultivation level was suppressed; he was only at the early stage of Foundation Establishment, and he was utterly incompetent.

In addition, he wore a faded gray cloth long gown with two patches.

perfect.

This is practically writing "I'm a fat sheep, come and slaughter me" on its forehead.

The ghost market was a chaotic mess, with all sorts of things on display.

Someone was even hawking "the original bellyband of the Holy Maiden of the Hehuan Sect," and a group of lewd male cultivators surrounded them.

Mo Chengyue glanced at it and sneered.

fake.

That woman, the Holy Maiden, is only wearing silkworm silk; this cheap stuff looks like something you'd find on Pinduoduo for 9.9 yuan with free shipping.

He didn't join the crowd, but went straight to the herbal medicine stall in the corner.

"Boss, how much is this dragon's blood grass?"

The stall owner was a one-eyed man. He glanced at Mo Chengyue's poor and shabby appearance and stretched out one hand.

"Five hundred spirit stones, no bargaining."

"Fifty."

Mo Chengyue didn't even lift his eyelids.

The one-eyed man almost jumped up.

"You're robbing me! This is five hundred years old..."

"The roots are black, which is obviously due to damage from violent digging; the leaves are withered, indicating that at least 30% of the medicinal efficacy has been lost."

Mo Chengyue fiddled with the plant, his tone as indifferent as if he were buying scallions at the market.

"If you leave it for another two days, it'll just be a pile of withered grass. Fifty spirit stones, I'm helping you with garbage sorting."

The one-eyed man was stunned.

Wow, that's some expert! The way he haggles so fiercely, it's clear he's been through a lot of poverty.

"Take it! Take it! Don't block my way from making money!"

Mo Chengyue happily paid the money and stuffed the dragon blood grass into his storage bag.

This is what they call saving when you should save, spending when you should spend, and riding your bike to a bar.

Just as he was preparing to go to the next stall to buy more goods.

A sudden chill ran down my spine.

It wasn't that cold, murderous intent, but rather a... sticky, gooey gaze, carrying some indescribable desire.

It's like a wolf that's been starving for three days seeing a piece of fine, sizzling pork belly.

Mo Chengyue remained unmoved.

I casually bought a skewer of candied hawthorns from a roadside vendor, and while crunching away, I glanced around at the crowd.

no one.

But he trusted his intuition.

"Looks like we're being watched."

Mo Chengyue was not flustered at all; in fact, he felt a little amused.

In the ghost market, it's normal to be targeted because of money.

But because her "body" was being targeted...

This shows that the other party is a discerning LSP.

He could see right through his "top-grade furnace" physique, forged through countless trials of ice and fire.

"That's interesting."

Mo Chengyue bit into a hawthorn, and his eyes narrowed from the sourness.

Since you want to play, I'll play with you.

I've been really exploited lately, so I'm irritable and need someone to vent my anger on.

By the way... to supplement the family income.

He pretended not to notice anything, and even tightened the shabby-looking money bag in his arms.

He looked like he was saying, "I have a lot of money, and I'm panicking."

Then, with unsteady steps, he stumbled and staggered towards the withered grove outside the ghost market, the perfect place for murder and robbery.

That place is a famous "retaliation holy land".

We had only taken a few steps into the woods.

Sudden change in painting style.

The once gloomy, withered tree suddenly sprouted pink flower buds.

Puff puff--

Petals fluttered everywhere, and the air was filled with a sweet, cloying fragrance that made your throat feel sticky.

Low-level illusion array?

It has a certain charm.

Mo Chengyue stopped in his tracks, his facial muscles instantly adjusting.

Fear, helplessness, weakness.

"Who?! Who's there?!"

His voice trembled, with just the right amount of vocal breaks; it was as if he were possessed by an Oscar-winning actor.

"Young master~ Help me~"

A soft, tingling moan came from deep within the flower bushes.

Immediately afterwards, a red figure stumbled out.

An absolute beauty.

She was barely covered by a few pieces of cloth, revealing glimpses of what should and shouldn't be shown.

A silver bell was tied to her ankle, jingling with every step she took, as if striking the man's heart.

"Someone...someone is chasing me..."

The woman's legs went weak, and she fell precisely into Mo Chengyue's arms.

It is soft and fragrant, with a delightful aroma.

If it were someone with less willpower, they'd probably be completely disoriented by now.

But who is Mo Chengyue?

Staring at Leng Yuexin's ascetic ceiling every day, he had long since become completely unaware of her true nature.

His hands hung stiffly in mid-air, striking a standard "straight man" surrender pose.

"Miss...girl! Men and women shouldn't touch each other! Get up!"

"Besides, I'm dirt poor! If the people chasing you come, I can't fight them! Even if I have health insurance, it's useless!"