The Origins of the Nine Netherworld Sect

Meng Jingzhou had spoken the plain truth. Even Lu Yang had to admit it.

According to the records, Old Meng was the only single spiritual-root cultivator who had pushed himself to the brink of death. His courage was commendable, and so was his perseverance.

There had been no suspense in Wu Qihang's defeat. Even if they fought again, the result would be the same. Wu Qihang conceded defeat; their hearts set on the Dao were worlds apart.

The moment he heard Meng Jingzhou's disdain for physiques, he knew he was no match for him.

"I've learned a lot."

A Radiant Sun Sect protector helped him to his feet, then took him to the back courtyard for treatment.

Sect Master Yun took a sip of tea to wet her throat, then said unhurriedly, "Sect Master Chi, it seems your sect's holy son has some shortcomings in his cultivation. You'll have to teach him carefully when you return."

"Of course, of course." Sect Master Chi was drenched in cold sweat. Once again, he felt the unfathomable depths of the Heavenly Court Sect. He had to latch onto their coattails.

He gave Mu Baiyi, who had been silent all along, a meaningful look, hoping he would smooth things over. Mu Baiyi pretended not to notice.

You insisted on showing off how powerful your Radiant Sun Sect was. Now that you've been slapped in the face, what does that have to do with me?

Mu Baiyi took a storage ring from his robes and handed it to Yun Zhi with a fawning smile. "Sect Master Yun, these are the shop's earnings. As agreed, sixty percent belongs to your sect."

Yun Zhi swept it briefly with her divine sense, then tossed it back into Mu Baiyi's hand.

Mu Baiyi couldn't understand what she meant. He