Try again to build a tomb, I'm going to cut people.

A moment.

Mu Rong finished the last set of punches and lay on the grass.

His muscles bulged and ached.

His skin was sore and his body felt heavy.

But he felt a sense of relief.

This was the feeling of transformation.

After a month.

The day Ju Yuan City Ghost Academy opened.

Old Monk Kesi was washing a white robe that had been washed until it was almost white. He carefully folded it.

That was the only clean robe he had.

Tietou Qing stood in front of the academy gate.

The Ghost Gate was tall and made of hard stone. Two dark ice blades were embedded in it.

"Who are you? Get out of the way."

The gatekeeper, an old man with a beard, was leaning on the gate, holding a pipe. His eyes were half-closed.

That kind of arrogant feeling was almost like an old fox's posture.

Old Monk Kesi quickly smiled and bent his body to a ninety-degree angle.

"This young friend, I am Kesi from the Mu family. I am here to deliver a letter."

He handed over the precious letter of recommendation.

The gatekeeper took it and glanced at it. His eyes lit up.

"First, congratulations. If you can get out of the siege, then..."

He looked up and down at the old man and the young man, as if searching for a hidden talent.

Mu Rong stood aside, his expression unreadable.

The feeling of being looked down upon was common in any world.

Must not be lazy.

Old Man Kui was like a general about to march into battle.

This was the hospitality of the main peak, a stark contrast to the usual arrogance.

In the battle of the sword, he was not stained with blood.

"It's heaven-sent, truly a great fortune opened by the esteemed figures of the Martial God Palace."

Old Monk Kui quickly wiped his large hands.

"Let's go, conserve your strength."

Mu Rong didn't refuse the old monk's reminder, and waited for Ming to hand over the old monk's spoils.

Old Monk Kui looked at Mu Rong's departing back with a smile.

Before leaving, Old Monk Kui sat down and stuffed the spiritual fruit into his own storage ring, handing it to Mu Rong.

"Child, save your strength, your father is gone."

The old man did not look back, his back was a little lonely.

Mu Rong held the spiritual fruit in his hand, and squeezed it hard.

This human touch was left behind.

All the elders.

Cai Bo received the old man's words, and looked at Ming Shang's "First Heaven Six Stars" four characters, and his eyes were full of smiles.

"Good seedling!"

The old man stepped forward and sighed.

"Mu Rong, the Wu family is all in Mu Rong, and they are arranged in Seven Stars."

The two hands were fast.

Seven Stars.

This was a dwelling created by the changes of the times, about fifty square meters, with a large corridor in the front.

A faint smell of decay wafted through the air.

Mu Rong pushed the door and entered.

Inside the house, there were already more than ten people, most of them wearing coarse cloth clothes, and they were crowded and busy finding a place to sleep.

In the corner, a familiar figure caught his eye.

Dream, the Dream God, was currently using his divine power to nurture the Heavenly Sui.

Suo Ling's face.

Mu Rong was also there.

"Ah, isn't that Ling Xi?"

Mu Rong threw the bag onto the bed and said indifferently.

Suo Ling made a move.

It was him.

Seeing that figure, he had done a lot of things to her in the past month, and his spirit suddenly became lively.

"Mu Rong... Mu Rong, you're here."

"What's wrong, can't you speak?"

Mu Rong walked over and shook the bag he was holding.

Suo Ling choked.

"Ah... I see."

Brother Sui's voice was quite pleasant.

After all, his divine power was there.

"Didn't you enter the Martial God Palace?"

Mu Rong asked, his voice filled with curiosity.

Zhen Li said, "The Martial God Palace has a dedicated Nurturing Palace."

Suo Ling slumped onto the bed, her face full of bitterness.

"Don't mention it. The Martial God Palace's Nurturing Palace is only for those with Heavenly Sui. The lowest level is to touch the Heavenly Sui."

"I am only Heavenly Sui three-stage, so I can only be considered a 'waste'. I have to mix with guests in the ordinary Nurturing Palace and pass the trial to officially enter."

It was originally like this.

Mu Rong was Sui.

Heavenly Sui is a realm, and crossing it is the future of heaven. If you can't cross it, it's the Demon King's realm.

"Let's go."

Mu Rong patted his shoulder.

"From now on, follow me closely, and you won't be lacking in good things."

The young man, Ju Yuan, scrambled to his feet and left with a flick of his legs.

Although he was a young master, he was like a "Little King" who had traveled all over the world and had seen everything.

"Okay, let's go."

Suo Ling, on the other hand, was in pain.

Following a great master who had reached the peak of the Heavenly Realm was simply too embarrassing.

Just then.

The door to the Dwelling was kicked open with one leg.

"Bang!"

The door panel hit the wall, turning into ashes.

A man in a tight-fitting robe walked in with great fanfare.

Behind him followed two dogs with their tails wagging.

"Quickly call Mu Rong."

The man raised his chin. That arrogant posture was like a god opening the sky.

The Dwelling suddenly became quiet.

The craftsman was so scared that he trembled and did not dare to provoke the rich young master.

Mu Rong tidied up the quilt on the bed and stopped.

"What is it?"

The dog barked.

The man felt that his body was stiff. He walked to the bed with a swagger and looked down at Mu Rong from a high position.

"I heard you are a Heavenly Realm master. Your cultivation is like a god."

The man chuckled.

"I am Mu Rong. The lord of Ju Yuan City is my father."

"I will not treat you badly, and later I will follow Young Master Mu to the end, protecting you as you walk through the Imperial Garden."

Mu Rong.

Mu Rong cupped his fists in salute.

The name was familiar.

He glanced at the person, and this was not the Original text's Mu Rong who had beaten the young master to death?

This family's foundation was indeed not simple, but the young master and the second young master were both virtuous and benevolent.

"You flatter me."

Mu Rong turned his body, and those clear eyes stared at the other party with a calm gaze.

"Are you trying to bribe me?"

Mu Rong seemed to have guessed something, and his eyes narrowed slightly.

"Young Master, don't be stingy. Believe it or not, I'll throw you into the Ju Yuan City dungeon!"

The guards behind him immediately trembled, their hands clenched into fists, ready to strike.

The atmosphere in the Dwelling suddenly became tense.

Suo Ling felt a little annoyed, but still stood there respectfully beside Mu Rong.

"Little brother, everyone is a subordinate..."

"Go away."

Mu Rong pushed Suo Ling away.

Mu Rong watched this scene and smiled.

He smiled and nodded.

"Want to try?"

Mu Rong raised his right hand.

A cold light flashed.

A small, icy-white worm wriggled on his fingertip, spitting out a terrifyingly disgusting tongue.

The surrounding people's bodies instantly lowered.

Mu Rong let out a sigh, and his intention to kill subsided by half.

The cold wind howled, carrying a hint of bloodlust.

Mu Rong calmly replied, "The Ice Burst Charm is a treasure summoned by the Ice Demon. Once it comes into contact with anything, the poisonous miasma will spread, and everything will be annihilated..."

He took a step forward.

"Your little trick can only be used to cut off the enemy's head."

Death.

The entire army died.

All the remaining will was extinguished.

Facing the man, death was the only outcome.

Mu Rong's eyes narrowed, and the sword in his hand turned into a blurry shadow, disappearing without a trace.

"You... you are lying!"

Although his mouth was stubborn, his body was honestly obeying and moving backward.

"You can try."