Bi Bi's Comparison with Jade Little Blade!

Key Rudder Death Palace.

The chill of returning to the sect pierced to the bone. Mu Rong stood outside the Soul Awakening Formation, his clothes fluttering in the biting Ice Crystal wind.

Before him, a giant snake, five meters long and as thick as an adult's thigh, coiled up.

Scales like jade, layer upon layer, exuding a chilling aura that made one's heart palpitate.

"Ice Mist Serpent, Sixth Order Innate Soul Power."

The deacon in charge of the Soul Awakening raised his voice slightly.

In this remote city, controlling-type souls were already top-tier.

"Not only is it a controlling type, but a snake-type soul with such a large form... it's extremely rare."

A clear female voice echoed.

Like a silver bell, a girl in a light purple dress walked out gracefully. Her youthful face still carried a hint of childishness.

Beside her was a black-robed youth, his eyes burning with fanaticism as he stared at the Ice Serpent behind Mu Rong, as if eager to dissect it on the spot.

"I want her."

The girl stopped in front of Mu Rong, looking up slightly.

"You're very good. Come back to Death Palace with me, and Death Palace will give you the best resources."

Mu Rong felt a faint burning sensation in his abdomen, his gaze sweeping over the girl's delicate waist accessory.

As a transmigrator who knew the plot, he knew very well what kind of terrifying storm this seemingly innocent girl would stir up in the future.

Moreover, Death Palace and other similar sects meant that once you went, you would have no freedom and could only be at their disposal. If his Innate Soul Power was still worth coveting, then the so-called rules would no longer exist.

"No thanks."

Mu Rong recalled his soul and turned to leave.

Bi Bi was stunned, her outstretched hand frozen in mid-air.

In her understanding, no one could refuse the invitation of Death Palace. What's more, this was a rare opportunity.

"Wait!"

The black-robed youth anxiously took a step forward, blocking the way.

"Your soul form is extremely unusual. Snake-type souls are usually thin and weak, but yours is actually inclined towards the dragon lineage.

It involves the evolution theory of soul forms in Death Palace. Let me study it, and I can help you evolve the most perfect soul..."

Mu Rong stopped, tilting his head to look at Jade Little Blade, a mocking smile rising at the corner of his mouth:

"Study? Study how to make my soul kneel?"

The air froze.

Jade Little Blade's originally stern face instantly turned liver-colored. That was the deepest taboo in his heart—trash.

"You... you're courting death!"

Jade Little Blade's fingertips trembled.

"My soul is still beyond the reach of someone like you who can only talk," Mu Rong said directly, his words like ice shards, "First figure out your own soul research before talking."

"Bastard!"

The Death Palace deacon stepped forward to please Bi Bi.

Bang!

A heavy punch landed on Mu Rong's face, followed by a powerful kick to his chest.

Mu Rong flew out like a broken kite, crashing heavily into a stone pillar of the branch hall.

A sweetness rose in his throat, and a mouthful of blood filled with a metallic taste gushed out.

A trace of unbearable emotion flashed through Bi Bi's eyes, but seeing the boy so disrespectful to Jade Little Blade, that trace of emotion was quickly replaced by anger.

Her face turned cold, and she said coldly:

"Not knowing what's good for you, since you don't want to serve, then let me wake you up. The resources of the Key Rudder Death Palace are not for waste."

The Demon Blade youth walked towards Mu Rong, who was struggling to get up on the ground, and the surrounding air seemed to be distorted by the soul power.

Mu Rong desperately grabbed the ground, his fingernails breaking and blood seeping into the stone crevices.

There was no begging for mercy, only a deathly stare at the boy and girl standing side by side, engraving their faces deep into his soul.

It felt like a fire was burning in his chest, and with every breath, his broken ribs were burning and aching.

"Hmph, with good resources and the soul theory of Death Palace, you trash will definitely be mediocre."

Jade Little Blade crossed his arms, his face full of disdain.

"You little beggar, you can't cultivate a snake into a dragon."

The unknown man burst into laughter.

Mu Rong felt the Demon Blade's faint chill, emanating from the Poison Mist Snake, intensely numbing and painful, forcing him to crawl towards the Death Spirit Sect's grand gate.

"Crawl out, you trash! If you dare take another step, I'll break your dog legs!"

The Poison's roar echoed behind him.

The Poisonous water stains on the street formed hideous patterns.

High above, the half-grown youth raised his head high, his coarse linen clothes covered in mud and footprints.

Not far away, Bi Bi and Jade Little Blade walked arm in arm onto a luxurious carriage.

Seemingly still discussing something about Mu Rong, the anger on the girl's face dissipated, replaced by a hint of bright smile, as if the former's misery was just a trivial joke.

"Dog couple... Today's humiliation, this old man remembers it!"

Mu Rong spat out a mouthful of blood, his eyes filled with resentment.

Since transmigrating, there was no system, only an old father.

The only advantage was arriving twenty years earlier than Tang San, along with innate full spirit power and an unyielding soul.

He hobbled towards the city outskirts with the Demon Blade.

The unknown trash heap was near the Star Dou Great Forest. As dusk fell, the forest's mist carried the stench of rotting corpses.

Mu Rong leaned against a withered tree, carefully releasing his spirit.

The Ice Phoenix Snake hissed, its thick body coiling around him, bringing a bone-chilling chill.

"Jade Little Blade, that dog bastard, said you're just a grass snake."

Mu Rong stroked the icy scales on the snake's head, his fingertips touching its stone-like will:

"Even a Suo snake can't become a dragon."

The Ice Phoenix Snake whimpered, its ice-blue eyes flashing in the darkness, seemingly responding to its master's unwillingness.

Jade Little Blade's words, "Even a small trash can cultivate into a dragon," were not just mockery, but the Sui family's iron law in this world.

But Mu Rong refused to believe it.

A snake transforming into a dragon, changing its bones and marrow, requires nine deaths and one life.

What you, Jade Little Blade, can't do, doesn't mean everyone else can't.

Even if the Golden Holy Dragon bloodline of the Yu Family is ruined by you, only knowing how to fart, that's your trash!

Mu Rong endured the pain in his chest, his mind racing.

The Suo Family's influence in the Heaven Dou Empire could no longer be tolerated.

Meeting Bi Bi again would be courting death. With his current strength, the other party could easily crush him. He couldn't stay in their sight.

"Ju Yuan City."

Mu Rong closed his eyes, recalling some information about spirit beasts.

That Old Monk wasn't a good person. The original text said that the Tang family's father and son were all power-hungry.

As long as he enrolled in the Spirit Beast Academy and could get a work-study quota, it was called Ju Yuan City Ghost Academy.

After all, besides Ju Yuan City accepting students for work-study, it was a well-known fact. Other cities, well, it's hard to say. After all, the original text also had pitfalls, and he didn't dare gamble.

That place was undoubtedly biased, but it was the best place to avoid Bi Bi and Jade Little Blade's sight.

A night passed.

Mu Rong supported himself with the Demon Blade and stood up, taking one last look in the direction of the trash heap. That was where his humiliation began, and it would also be the starting point for his rise.

Dragging his scarred body, he moved towards Ju Yuan City.