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

Only those who have experienced the harsh realities of the corporate world know that deadlines are the primary source of productivity.

There are only three days left until the start of the "Trial of Apocalypse".

Qingquan Peak, inside a hidden cave on the back mountain.

The air was filled with the pungent smell of cinnabar mixed with the blood of spirit beasts, and a...

A feeling of intense anxiety that sends shivers down your spine.

Mo Chengyue had huge dark circles under his eyes, and his hair was a mess, like a bird's nest.

The talisman brush in his hand was as steady as an old dog, moving gracefully across the yellow paper.

The final stroke was made.

A flash of inspiration, and the talisman was complete!

"call--"

Mo Chengyue let out a long breath and casually tossed the "Exploding Flame Talisman," which was powerful enough to blow up a Foundation Establishment cultivator in the early stages, into the storage bag behind him.

There, it had already piled up into a small mountain.

"This is what security feels like."

Mo Chengyue took out a small notebook from his pocket and began the final inventory.

"Attack-type talismans: Explosion Flame Talisman, Lightning Strike Talisman, Ice Cone Talisman, totaling 860."

"Defensive talismans: Vajra Talisman, Earth Shield Talisman, Swiftness Talisman, totaling 640."

"Supportive talismans: Invisibility Talisman, Concealment Talisman, and Bewitching Talisman, totaling five hundred."

Total: 2,000 sheets.

If this number gets out, it will probably cause the price of talismans in the entire outer sect to collapse.

But Mo Chengyue's brows remained furrowed as he looked at the small mountain of rocks.

"not enough."

"Not nearly enough."

"What if I land and get ganged up on by ten Foundation Establishment Peak cultivators?"

"What if we encounter that legendary Core Formation stage demon king?"

"just in case……"

Mo Chengyue shook his head, forcibly suppressing the "fear of insufficient firepower" in his heart.

There's no time left.

Aside from talismans, his biggest achievement this month was the array he had modified eighteen times.

While "working overtime" in the library, he practically wore out all the books on formations.

Ultimately, by combining the Yin-Yang transformation characteristics of the Yin-Yang Virtue Harmony Classic, he created this "family bucket" package.

The cloaking formation is responsible for trapping the enemy, the defensive formation is responsible for survival, and the offensive formation is responsible for finishing off the enemy.

the most important is--

They are all recyclable!

As a thrifty and frugal man, Mo Chengyue would never allow his one-time investment to go to waste.

"This 'Yin-Yang Reversal Formation' is at least three times more complex than the one Du Jingxing used in the Wanqi Mountain Pit."

"Even if a mid-stage Core Formation cultivator gets caught up in it, I can still make him suffer a lot."

Mo Chengyue carefully put away the array flags and placed them close to his body in the most secret storage ring.

After doing all this, he finally felt his heart, which had been hanging in suspense for a month, finally settle down a few centimeters.

Push open the cave door.

The long-awaited sunlight shone on my face, somewhat dazzling.

Mo Chengyue stretched, his joints cracking all over.

This period of seclusion not only resulted in maxing out his equipment, but also significantly improved his mastery of the "Nine Heavens Thunder Control Technique," showing signs of breaking through the second bottleneck.

"Hey, isn't this my junior brother?"

A teasing voice drifted in along with the fragrance of peach blossoms.

Mo Chengyue turned his head and took a look, and the corner of his mouth twitched involuntarily.

"Senior brother~ You're so naughty! The peach blossom wine isn't even ready yet, and you're already in such a hurry to drink it~"

A delicate, sweet female voice gave Mo Chengyue goosebumps.

Under that familiar peach tree, Senior Brother Xie Buci still maintained his dashing and debonair posture.

The beauty in his arms was no longer the skilled tea-brewing senior sister Ruan Yan.

Instead, she was a younger junior sister with a more youthful face, wearing a pale yellow dress.

"bad?"

Xie Buci casually lifted his junior sister's chin, his eyes filled with deep affection.

"Women love bad boys, right? Come on, let your senior brother feed you."

Mo Chengyue: "..."

He silently took out a jade hairpin he had taken from Senior Sister Ruan Yan from his sleeve, and lit a candle in his heart for that gentle senior sister.

really.

Brother Xie's deep affection is thinner than a tissue from Pinduoduo.

"What 'Sea King'?"

Mo Chengyue shook his head and sighed.

"This is clearly the ultimate egoist who uses the name of love to engage in 'dual cultivation'."

"Senior Sister Ruan Yan, rest in peace... oh no, I mean, may you find an honest man to take care of you soon."

Seemingly noticing Mo Chengyue's gaze, Xie Buci turned his head, gave him a flirtatious wink, and then made an extremely flamboyant "shh" gesture.

Mo Chengyue rolled his eyes and turned to leave.

I can't learn it, I really can't learn it.

Only a cheat-like character like Senior Brother, with his mid-stage Golden Core strength, would dare to do something like dancing the tango in a battlefield of carnage.

If it were me, the grass on my grave would probably be two meters high by now.

……

three days later.

A dense crowd had already gathered in Tai Chi Square.

The morning mist had not yet dissipated.

For Mo Chengyue, who was standing at the very back of the crowd and wished he could bury his head in his neck, this was a different story.

This aura has only one name—

"The taste of death."

Today, Mo Chengyue looked two sizes rounder than usual.

The originally well-fitting blue disciple's robe was stretched into a "bodysuit" look by him.

Anyone who didn't know better would think he'd been overeating and gotten incredibly fat these past few days.

But only he himself knows.

What good stuff is hidden beneath this "fat"?

The innermost layer is made of golden silk soft armor.

The middle is covered with heart-protecting mirrors, Vajra talismans, and force-relieving talismans.

On the outside, she wore a thousand-year-old silk vest that she had somehow found.

Even his crotch... cough cough, was stuffed with a piece of black iron protective plate.

Its main feature is "all-round, no-dead-angle defense".

"It's too dangerous."

"That's far too dangerous."

While silently reciting the "Qingjing Jing" in his mind, Mo Chengyue cautiously observed his surroundings.

"That cultivator over there has bloodshot eyes. He looks like the kind of reckless brute who'd start a fight the moment he lands. Stay away from him."

"Those female cultivators on the left, huddled together chattering away, are they even discussing which senior brother is handsome? Sisters, this is a battle royale game, not a matchmaking event!"

Just as Mo Chengyue was ranting and raving.

when--!

A melodious chime instantly silenced the clamor in the hall.

Followed by.

The familiar purple aura effect is back online.

Jiang Wei, the sect leader of the Hehuan Sect, stepped through the void and walked step by step to the high platform.

Today, Sect Leader Jiang has changed into a more solemn black robe with dragon patterns.

Not only was it incredibly imposing, but its prestige was off the charts.

He stood with his hands behind his back, his deep gaze slowly sweeping over the thousands of disciples below.

That look in his eyes.

It's like an old farmer examining the chives in his field that are about to be harvested...

"cough."

Jiang Wei cleared her throat.

The entire venue fell into a deathly silence.

"Disciples."

"Today is a day to remember."

"Because from this moment on, you will no longer be flowers in a greenhouse, but pine trees about to withstand the test of wind and rain!"

Jiang Wei's voice wasn't loud, but it carried a strange penetrating power, striking straight into everyone's soul.

"I know that many of you are having doubts."

"I think the sects are cruel."

"I feel that this forced trial is inhumane."

Jiang Wei paused, a look of compassion on his face.

"but!"

"I'm telling you, all of this is for your own good!"

"The battlefield between immortals and demons a year from now will be the real Asura Hell."

"Rather than sending you in to your deaths, it's better to train in your own backyard now. Shedding some blood is worse than losing your lives!"

Many passionate young people in the audience had tears in their eyes as they listened, wishing they could rush in right now and shed their last drop of blood for their sect.

"Our sect leader is wise!"

"The patriarch's righteousness!"

"We swear to follow our sect leader to the death!"

Listening to the deafening slogans all around.

Mo Chengyue silently rolled his eyes.

"A veteran PUA master."

"I've heard this phrase so many times in my past life's Monday morning meetings that I'm sick of it."

"What do you mean by 'for your own good'? Doesn't it just mean 'The company is going public, so you guys better work your butts off as hard as you can. If you win, I'll get the spoils; if you lose, you'll all take the blame'?"

On the stage.

Jiang Wei seemed quite satisfied with his disciples' reactions.

He gestured for everyone to be quiet.

"Of course, our Hehuan Sect is not one of those barbaric demonic sects that only know how to shout for war."

"We are the cultured Demonic Sect."

"It is a sect that puts people first."

Jiang Wei waved his hand.

Countless streaks of light, like a meteor shower, fell precisely into the hands of each disciple.

Mo Chengyue reached out and grabbed.

A warm, smooth jade talisman appeared in his palm.

"This is the 'Divine Decree'."