Nine-Dragon City Secret Realm

Lu Yang felt that it was quite good for Xie An and Qiao'er to go to the Qiankun Purple Cloud Palace. With two Tribulation Transcendence cultivators added to the Qiankun Purple Cloud Palace, the other sects would not be plagued by them. It was a win-win situation.

Meng Jingzhou quietly retreated to Lu Yang's side. Qiao'er—no, she was now Venerable Qianjiao. The chill radiating from Venerable Qianjiao froze even his marrow.

"Are Tribulation Transcendence cultivators really this common now? You can run into two of them just by going outside," Lu Yang muttered.

Meng Jingzhou seriously thought over his experiences of going out with Lu Yang. "It seems like we run into Tribulation Transcendence cultivators every time we go out."

Lu Yang: "..."

It seemed that was indeed the case.

"Wuji, you old thing, what are you pretending to be a child for? And you even look so young!" Qiao'er angrily berated Xie An. If she had known that Xie An was Venerable Wuji, why would she have stayed here for nearly half a year?

What a waste of feelings!

Xie An refused to be outdone and spat on the ground. "You have the nerve to say that? Back then, when you were being chased by several bandits, you cried and told me, 'Please, big brother, save me! My parents and servants were all killed by the bandits!' You really put on an act!"

"Not as well as you! You spent all day hanging around that old beggar, playing chess with him, and even joining a Nascent Soul Realm sect. You made even that so roundabout!"

"You're shameless!"

"You have no shame!"

The two Tribulation Transcendence cultivators got into a verbal quarrel, battling with their eyes. The space seemed as though it were about to freeze solid, leaving Lu Yang