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

The seemingly soft willow branches made a "whoosh" sound as they cut through the air in her hands, sending chills down one's spine.

I won't bully you.

Qin Wanzhuang suppressed her cultivation to the mid-Foundation Establishment stage, the same level as Mo Chengyue.

"No need for spiritual power, just rely on techniques."

"If you can even touch the hem of my clothes, you'll pass today."

"otherwise……"

She didn't mention the consequences, but simply waved the willow branch lightly.

Snapped!

The air was blasted, producing a crisp sound.

Mo Chengyue swallowed hard.

Is this what they call "not bullying"?

Your combat awareness is at the Core Formation stage!

This is a high-ranking player using a smurf account to stomp on low-ranking players in a Bronze game!

"Senior sister, this isn't fair..."

"Enough talk, take this!"

Qin Wanzhuang didn't give him a chance to talk.

With a flick of his wrist, the willow branch shot out like a serpent from its hole, aiming straight for Mo Chengyue's face.

fast!

too fast!

Even with his cultivation suppressed, this attack was still so fierce it was suffocating.

Mo Chengyue's pupils contracted.

The body reacted instinctively.

But instead of using that graceful movement, he rolled awkwardly onto the ground.

A classic example of "lazy donkey rolling around".

"Ouch!"

He rolled around while screaming in agony, "Senior sister, spare me! I'm going to be disfigured!"

Snapped!

The willow branch whipped at the spot where he had been standing, and a crack appeared in the bluestone slab.

Mo Chengyue was so frightened that he broke out in a cold sweat.

This woman is serious!

The next half hour.

A tragic scene known as "Cat and Mouse" unfolded in the woods behind the mountain.

Qin Wanzhuang strolled leisurely in the courtyard, holding a willow branch in her hand.

Every swing was so precise it was as if it had been calculated using advanced mathematics.

Mo Chengyue, on the other hand, rolled around, jumped, and ran away frantically on the ground.

The movements were so ugly and the posture so lewd that it was an eyesore.

But if an expert were present, they would be surprised to find that...

Although Mo Chengyue looked utterly disheveled and screamed more pitifully than a pig being slaughtered.

But Qin Wanzhuang's willow branch never actually hit him once!

Each time, it would just brush past my clothes, or I would only catch a fleeting afterimage.

His sense of danger was as sharp as that of a wild beast that had crawled out of a pile of corpses.

"Huff... huff..."

Mo Chengyue was panting heavily, feeling like his lungs were about to explode.

This can't go on any longer.

If they keep acting like this, they'll be exposed.

With Qin Wanzhuang's keen eye, she would discover sooner or later that he was hiding his true abilities.

We have to find a way to escape!

Mo Chengyue's eyes darted around.

Just as Qin Wanzhuang lashed out with her whip again...

He didn't hide.

Instead, they deliberately slowed down by half a beat.

Then he put his left leg up.

Snapped!

A crisp sound.

The whip struck his calf squarely.

"ah--!!!"

A bloodcurdling scream pierced the sky.

His acting skills deserve an Oscar.

Mo Chengyue fell to the ground and started rolling around, clutching his legs.

"It's broken! It's broken! My leg is broken!"

"Senior sister, you're so cruel! I'm going to be crippled!"

"I don't even have a cultivation partner yet! Who would want me if I were crippled!"

As he howled, he secretly channeled his inner energy to expel a mouthful of stagnant blood, which he then spat out with a "poof".

The scene was extremely gruesome.

Qin Wanzhuang paused in her movements.

His brows furrowed.

She looked at the willow branch in her hand, then at Mo Chengyue lying on the ground, writhing in agony.

A hint of doubt flashed in his eyes.

I didn't use much force when I lashed out with that whip just now.

It's just a minor injury, how did it turn out like a comminuted fracture?

Could it be... that this kid is really that fragile?

"Alright, stop pretending to be dead."

Qin Wanzhuang kicked him in annoyance, but the force was noticeably lighter.

"This won't kill anyone."

"That's an internal injury! Don't you understand what an internal injury is?!"

Mo Chengyue clutched his chest, looking weak. "Senior Sister, your sword intent is too strong; it has already damaged my heart meridian..."

"I feel like all my internal organs are shifting..."

"I can't go on... I need to go back and heal..."

"and……"

He suddenly changed the subject and pulled a token from his pocket.

"And today it's my turn to guard the library!"

"If I don't go, Elder Chen will skin me alive!"

"Senior sister, you wouldn't want to see your adorable junior brother turned into a specimen by Elder Chen, would you?"

Qin Wanzhuang was speechless at his series of moves.

She took a deep breath and waved her hand dismissively.

"Get out of here!"

"Just seeing you makes me angry."

"His body is as weak as Xie Buci's."

"If I catch you slacking off again, it won't be as simple as just a willow branch."

"Alright! Thank you so much for sparing my life, Senior Sister!"

Mo Chengyue was as if he had been granted a general amnesty.

He, who had just been "broken in the leg," suddenly sprang up from the ground.

Although he pretended to be limping, he ran faster than a rabbit.

In the blink of an eye, they disappeared at the end of the mountain path.

Watching his departing figure.

Qin Wanzhuang narrowed her eyes, seemingly lost in thought.

"This kid..."

"That roll just now was quite a clever move to dodge."

"Luck?"

She shook her head, dismissing the thought.

What skills could a Qi Refining stage loser who only knows how to dabble in the game all day have?

It's probably just a survival instinct developed out of a fear of death.

"Still too weak."

Qin Wanzhuang sighed.

"Looks like I need to practice more."

……

On the way down the mountain.

Mo Chengyue's previously "limping" leg was instantly healed.

He straightened up and dusted himself off.

The face that was originally contorted in pain now showed no trace of pain.

There was only a faint hint of mockery and a profound sense of sarcasm.

He casually picked a foxtail grass from the roadside and put it in his mouth.

"A basic attack is the ultimate move..."

"Absolute power suppression..."

Mo Chengyue chewed on the grass roots and tasted a slightly bitter flavor.

"Second Senior Sister is right."

"In the face of absolute power, any conspiracy or trickery is a joke."

"With his mediocre skills, junior brother is definitely not suited for playing dirty games."

"after all……"

Mo Chengyue looked up at the sky, the sunlight making him squint slightly.

"Without sufficient foundation, resorting to dirty tricks is suicidal."

He touched his dantian.

There.

A black and white Tai Chi vortex is slowly rotating.

The purest spiritual energy surged forth like a river.

That is the power of the top-level cultivation technique, "Yin Yang De He Jing".

This is also his greatest source of confidence to "play dirty" in this cruel world of cultivation.

"The so-called low profile."

"It's not about really being a subservient grandson."

"Instead, you should disguise yourself as a rusty iron sword."

"Until the moment the sword is drawn..."

Mo Chengyue passed by a blue stone that was half a person's height.

He didn't use any spiritual power; he simply extended his finger and lightly touched the stone.

puff.

It's like poking your finger into tofu.

A finger hole appeared silently on the hard bluestone.

Bottomless.

"Basic attack is the ultimate move."

"I understand that principle too."

Mo Chengyue smiled.

He laughed like a fox that had stolen a chicken.

"only……"

"If the problem can be solved with lime powder, why waste blue bars?"

"Wouldn't it be better to save that energy for working overtime tonight?"

Remembering that he still had to go to Leng Yuexin's place that night to "pay his dues"...

Mo Chengyue's originally carefree steps suddenly became heavy.

"well……"

"Is this the trouble of the strong?"

"Working people, working spirit, working people are all superior people."

"For the sake of my path to immortality, I will endure it!"

He tightened his collar.

He reverted to his timid and harmless demeanor once again.

They blended into the bustling crowd.

Like a drop of water merging into the ocean.