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

"Junior brother, you're much more interesting than that good-for-nothing."

Yu Jianhuan's voice was very soft, yet it was like a cold, venomous snake slithering into your ear.

Ignoring the hundreds of fiery eyes around her, she pressed herself almost against Mo Chengyue, her purple skirt fluttering in the wind, outlining a breathtaking arc.

Mo Chengyue froze, like a quail with its neck being choked, and stammered.

"Senior Sister Yu... there's a cause for every grievance, and a debt for every debt. Whether Senior Brother Xie owes you the Youth Preservation Pill or the spirit stones, go find him! I was just passing by..."

"Shhh."

A finger painted with bright red nail polish was pressed against his lips.

Yu Jianhuan's eyes were alluring, and her fingertips slowly slid down his collarbone, finally stopping at his heart and gently tapping it.

"That heartless man has hidden himself in the turtle shell of Peach Blossom Spring, and there's nothing I can do about it."

"Since you're his most beloved junior brother, then...why don't you repay this debt with your body?"

A collective gasp filled the air as countless male cultivators watched the scene with expressions so complex they could fill a book titled "About My Junior Brother's Debt Payment."

Mo Chengyue appeared trembling, but a barely perceptible glint flashed deep in his eyes.

Is this the poisonous rose of the Hehuan Sect?

Her constitution is yin and toxic, with a natural allure. Although she can't compare to Leng Yuexin's extreme pure yin, she is more... fiery and potent.

In his mind, he silently labeled Yu Jianhuan: [Reserve Grain - No. 002].

"Tonight at midnight, in the grove of trees at Broken Heart Cliff."

Yu Jianhuan suddenly stood on tiptoe and planted a heavy kiss on his cheek, leaving a bright red lip print, then breathed sweetly into his ear.

"Don't be late, or else... I'll plaster the whole mountain gate with pictures of Xie Buci peeping at Master taking a bath back then, and I'll add your name to them too."

After saying that, she chuckled and drifted away amidst envious, jealous, and resentful gazes.

Mo Chengyue touched the lipstick mark on his face, feeling nothing, and even a little amused.

Sexual repayment?

It's still uncertain who will eat whom.

……

Back at the rest area of ​​Qingquan Peak, before Mo Chengyue could even sit down properly, a furtive head peeked out from behind a tree.

"Gone?"

Xie Buci held the folding fan in his hand, his clothes disheveled, looking like a thief who had just stolen a chicken.

Mo Chengyue stared at him expressionlessly, his face still bearing the lipstick mark.

"Senior brother, is this what you call 'emotional support'? Do you believe I'll tell Second Senior Sister right now about the IOU you owed at Yihong Brothel?"

"No, no, no! Junior brother, please calm down!"

Xie Buci hurriedly pulled out a palm-sized bronze mirror from his pocket and forcefully stuffed it into Mo Chengyue's hand, his face full of righteous indignation.

"Senior brother, weren't you worried that you didn't have a suitable self-defense weapon on stage? This is my treasured possession; it could save your life in a critical moment!"

Mo Chengyue looked down.

It was an ordinary brass mirror with a few peach blossoms engraved on the back. Apart from making people look a little clearer, it didn't show any spiritual energy fluctuations.

"Is this an ordinary object?"

"Hey, you can't say that."

Xie Buci winked and made faces.

"This is the secret weapon my senior brother used to style his hair and charm countless girls. As the saying goes, 'I'd rather die than let my hair be messed up.' Take this; it's a legacy!"

"..."

Mo Chengyue took a deep breath and tucked the bronze mirror into his robes.

Well, something is better than nothing.

"Single Tournament Round 2: Mo Chengyue of Qingquan Peak vs. Wang Meng of Yushou Peak!"

The referee elder's voice was like a lifeline. Mo Chengyue was too lazy to waste any more words with this unreliable senior brother and turned to walk towards the arena.

This time, the atmosphere was completely different.

The previous chaotic battle with a hundred people could be described as taking advantage of the situation, but this individual competition is a real tough battle.

Standing opposite the arena was an "iron tower".

Wang Meng, true to his name, was nine feet tall, with muscles as bulging as the roots of an old tree, radiating a suffocating sense of oppression.

He cultivates the hard skill "Golden Bell Cover," whose defensive power is virtually unbeatable during the Foundation Establishment stage.

Even worse, a strange beast covered in blue fur—the Wind Howling Beast—was lying at his feet.

"Hehe, Junior Brother Mo."

Wang Meng chuckled loudly, revealing a mouthful of yellow teeth, his eyes full of contempt.

"I heard you like to throw powder? My Wind Howling Beast is a master of wind control. Don't even mention lime; even if you throw iron sand, I can blow it back!"

The audience members shook their heads.

"It's over, Mo Laoliu has met his nemesis."

"Wind counters powder, and Golden Bell Shield protects against physical attacks. If Mo Chengyue can still win this round, I'll eat the arena right now!"

Even Qin Wanzhuang on the high platform frowned slightly, her fingers resting on the hilt of her sword. A power-type opponent like Wang Meng was the mortal enemy of the "opportunistic" school of thought, like Mo Chengyue.

On the arena.

With the referee's call of "start," Wang Meng gave Mo Chengyue absolutely no room to maneuver.

"roar--!"

The Wind Howling Beast roared to the sky, whipping up a whirlwind that sent sand and stones flying across the entire arena. Any powdery substance would instantly become ineffective under such wind force.

At the same time, Wang Meng shouted loudly, and a layer of light golden light appeared on his body. With heavy steps, he rumbled and crushed towards Mo Chengyue.

This is the true battle of cultivators!

Power! Suppression! No solution!

However, faced with this inevitable defeat, Mo Chengyue did not flee in panic as everyone expected.

He stood there, braving the strong wind, and slowly took out the bronze mirror that Xie Buci had given him from his pocket.

Immediately afterwards, he took out a long, strange musical instrument with a bell mouth from his storage bag.

That was a... suona.

The entire room fell silent.

What's going on here? Are they performing for money on the spot to beg for mercy?

Wang Meng was also stunned for a moment, and his steps slowed down slightly.

"What kind of trick are you playing?"

"It's nothing."

Mo Chengyue looked at himself in the bronze mirror, tidied his bangs which had been ruffled by the wind, and spoke in a melancholy and deep tone.

"I originally wanted to interact with you as an ordinary cultivator, but you insisted on forcing me to use my special skills."

Before he could finish speaking...

Mo Chengyue suddenly flipped his wrist.

The midday sun was scorching and blinding, shining precisely on the smooth, water-like surface of the bronze mirror.

Mo Chengyue quickly adjusted the angle, and the beam of light, which was concentrated with high temperature and high brightness, pierced into Wang Meng's big, copper bell-shaped eyes with perfect accuracy!

This is not magic.

This is an optical attack.

"Ah! My eyes!"

Wang Meng screamed in agony, instinctively closing his eyes as tears streamed down his face. The Wind Howling Beast, which shared his will, was also affected, its movements momentarily slowed.

It's now!

Mo Chengyue took a deep breath, focused his energy in his dantian, puffed out his cheeks, and blew hard into the suona in his hand.

If music is a cleansing of the soul...

Then this sound is the cremation of the soul.

"Beep—!!!"

A sharp, piercing, and extremely penetrating high-frequency noise instantly exploded on the arena!

This is not "Hundred Birds Paying Homage to the Phoenix," but a modified version of "Funeral Song - Supreme Edition" by Mo Chengyue, which has been enhanced with spiritual power.

Sound creates visible ripples in the air.

What would it feel like to amplify the sound of fingernails scraping across a blackboard ten thousand times?

The audience below the stage deeply understands this at that moment.

Countless people covered their ears in agony, their faces contorted in pain.

The Wind Howling Beast, which was the first to be hit, suffered the most. How could such a beast with such sensitive hearing withstand such a high-frequency sound wave attack?

It let out a miserable howl, foamed at the mouth, and collapsed to the ground, its limbs twitching.

Wang Meng fared even worse.

His eyes suddenly went blind, and he experienced piercing tinnitus in both ears. The dizzying sensation caused his once-proud Golden Bell Shield to become unstable, and a pale golden light flickered wildly.

"What...what kind of sorcery is this?!"

Wang Meng waved his arms wildly like a blind man, staggering as he walked.

Mo Chengyue put down the suona, a hint of pity on his face.

He used neither a sword nor lime.

He simply walked to Wang Meng's side as if taking a stroll, looked at the burly man who was still spinning in place, lifted his foot, and gently hooked his foot at the fragile ankle joint.

Using minimal force to achieve maximum effect.

The principle of leverage is absolutely true.

"Go on."

Having lost his sight and sense of balance, Wang Meng, like a tower whose foundation had been removed, crashed off the stage with a loud bang, his expression one of disbelief.

Dust flew everywhere.

The mournful sound of the suona still lingered in the air, refusing to dissipate for a long time.