Making a Fortune in Silence

Inside a magnificent and imposing palace with carved beams and painted rafters, the space is vast, the dome hangs high, and mysterious and ancient runes are engraved on the pillars around it, faintly emitting a soft light.

A boy of about fourteen or fifteen years old wore a long black robe as if woven from the darkness of night, thick yet graceful.

He wore a cylindrical hat with a band of tiny gemstones around the brim, which gleamed coldly in the dim light.

At this moment, Fei Muya was sitting cross-legged in the center of the palace, his eyes closed, completely immersed in the profound realm of cultivation.

His body was surging with energy, as if a turbulent ocean was hidden within him, and the surging power burst out of his body, causing the surrounding air currents to converge wildly.

The air currents initially swirled randomly, but then swirled faster and faster until they solidified into a ferocious Green Python.

The Green Python had a thick body, and its scales gleamed with a cold light, as if they were cast from steel. It coiled and twisted, tightly wrapping Fei Muya within it, and then raised its head to the sky, letting out a deafening roar.

The sound waves, carrying immense power, were like a boulder thrown into a calm lake, stirring the air into layers that rippled outwards like waves.

Wherever it went, tables, chairs, vases, ornaments and other utensils were overturned and scattered, some even being directly overturned and smashed to pieces, with debris flying everywhere.

It is evident that Fei Muya possesses immense and unfathomable strength.

Just then, a series of hurried and flustered footsteps came from outside the hall, breaking the lingering tranquility.

Immediately afterward, a panicked cry rang out, "Senior Brother, Senior Brother is not alright! Something terrible has happened!"

Fei Muya's cultivation was disturbed, and his brows furrowed instantly, forming a deep frown. His previously peaceful face, which was focused on the circulation of Spiritual Power, was now filled with gloom.

He slowly opened his eyes, a cold glint flashing within them, like a sharp blade drawn from its sheath in the cold night, staring at the doorway with chilling anger.

Upon recognizing the newcomer as Ma Cunzhao, his lackey, he immediately cursed, "Ma Cunzhao, you idiot! Don't you know that I hate it when others disturb my cultivation?"

"If you can't come up with a reason that I can accept, I'll skin you alive today!"

Ma Cunzhao was already running frantically and anxiously when he was suddenly scolded, which frightened him so much that his legs went weak and he almost knelt down.

Beads of cold sweat instantly appeared on his forehead and rolled down his cheeks.

He hurriedly wiped his face with his sleeve, swallowed hard, and said in a trembling voice, "Senior Brother, how could I dare to joke about this? Something really terrible has happened! The Saintess... the Saintess Maiden has arrived!"

Upon uttering the word "Saintess," Fei Muya was taken aback at first, then a glint of light flashed in his eyes, but in an instant, his usual fierce expression returned to his face.

He snorted coldly, "Hmph, the Saintess returning to our sect is nothing out of the ordinary. If you use this as an excuse to bother me, don't blame me for showing no mercy to my fellow disciples!"

Seeing this, the junior brother became even more anxious and hurriedly waved his hand, saying, "Senior brother, this time is really different. The Saintess didn't come alone!"

Fei Muya, as if a cat whose tail had been stepped on, stood up with a "whoosh," his figure creating a gust of wind that sent the debris flying again.

His eyes widened, and he pressed Yu, "Who else? Male or female?"

Ma Cunzhao shrank his neck and mumbled, "He's a boy of about seventeen or eighteen, quite handsome, and he exudes a carefree spirit. Moreover... he was chatting and laughing with the Saintess the whole way, and they seemed to have a close relationship."

Upon hearing this, Fei Muya's face instantly turned red, like a powder keg that had been lit, his energy overflowing uncontrollably.

With a loud "smack," he suddenly threw a punch, which slammed into a beautiful vase about the height of a person standing next to him.

The vase, which was his favorite possession, was instantly reduced to dust in his rage, with shards of porcelain flying everywhere.

His eyes blazed with fury, and he roared through gritted teeth, "Damn it, have you even found out who this person is?"

"How dare he get so close to the Saintess right under my nose! I'll tear him to pieces and burn his soul to ashes!"

Fei Wuyai was filled with murderous intent, as if the palace was about to collapse under the impact of his killing aura.

A similar scene unfolded within this massive outer gate of the building.

These Outer Sect Disciple, who regarded Huo Qingtong as their own private possession, were all enraged and filled with murderous intent.

Then, he instructed his subordinates to find out who this person was and what their background was.

Those who can enter this sect to cultivate, and even reach their level, are no fools.

When it comes to doing things, one should seek advantage and avoid harm; this is still a matter of knowing right from wrong.

Even if they wanted to deal with Hua Qiang, they would have to find out his information first. If he had a huge backer, they wouldn't dare to do anything even if they had a hundred lives.

After all, his own life comes first, and he wouldn't risk his life for a woman's sake; that would be too much of a loss.

Hua Qiang had no idea that several people were watching him, and he spent his first night at the Azure Cloud Sect in his own room.

I excitedly rushed to the back mountain early in the morning.

Yesterday he only managed to get 620 Slaughter Points, and he's still 380 points short of leveling up to enter the Third Stage of the Saint Realm. This would significantly improve his self-defense capabilities.

At the Slaughterhouse, Xiao Zigui had just opened the door, preparing to begin his work, when a figure rushed over.

Looking up, a strange expression instantly appeared on his face.

What's wrong with this senior disciple from the outer sect?

He came so early in the morning, does he really enjoy the feeling of slaughtering animals in the Slaughterhouse?

Could it be that this senior brother is cowardly and afraid to go out into the dense forest outside the mountain to kill those ferocious beasts, and is trying to find a sense of existence here?

Xiao Zigui thought about it more and more and felt that his guess was right, while the few Handyman Disciple working in the Slaughterhouse were also confused about the matter.

Yesterday they witnessed Hua Qiang slaughtering people with ease, so why is he doing it again today?

Of course, as Outer Sect Disciple, they were not people that these Handyman Disciples could afford to offend.

Since they like it, let them have their way. I'll be happy to have some peace and quiet and get some rest. As long as they're happy, that's all that matters.

Hua Qiang approached Xiao Zigui, took the butcher's knife from him, patted him on the shoulder and said, "Brother, you go play over there, leave the rest to me."

Then he rushed in and began his great slaughtering career.

He was getting happier and happier as he killed. With each strike of his sword, he heard a notification sound in his mind that Slaughter Points had been credited to his account. This feeling of making a fortune in silence was simply too good to be true!