Don't Want to Be a Scum, but the White Lotus is Too Tempting

Mu Rong (he) turned his head and saw a middle-aged man in a divine sect uniform walking over.

Mu Rong.

At the border, he saw the elder of the Divine Sect, who possessed the six divine powers of the heavens.

"Mu Rong's little friend, it's you! We meet again."

Mu Rong smiled faintly and walked up to him.

He couldn't forget those ordinary people from the heavens, but he couldn't forget Mu Rong.

In the entire Divine Sect, in the past few decades, only a few people had reached the peak of the six divine powers of the heavens. They were the most outstanding geniuses, and even the seedlings of the Divine Emperor!

"Why, have you thought it through? You've decided to join our Divine Sect, haven't you?"

Mu Rong's eyes flickered with a clear light, and he looked at a jade slip.

"No... Big Brother, the affairs of the Divine Sect, can I reconsider?"

Mu Rong pleaded pitifully. He didn't speak of death, but instead revealed a trace of the beast's cunning and the heavens.

"I'm looking for you, Little Brother, to see more and learn more."

"Hmph!"

Mu Rong snorted, not only unconvinced, but also laughed heartily, patting Mu Rong's shoulder.

"It's fine. You're still young. After you've suffered the poisonous attacks of the heavens in the Divine Sect, you'll know how good our Divine Sect is."

He smiled faintly at Mu Rong, his gaze making Mu Rong feel like he was "you are the person of the sect."

Mu Rong could only helplessly pout his lips.

He stood up and walked away, but he didn't understand.

Without the background of ordinary people, the Divine Sect was indeed the best place to seek refuge and ascend.

He didn't want to be a subordinate to anyone anymore.

In the starry sky, the endless fighting had already caused him to suffer the fate of being plotted against and framed.

It was not easy to escape once, and he had to go through two more hardships. It was better to just end it.

"Big Brother."

Mu Rong grabbed Mu Xin, and said unhappily.

"I'm leaving today. I originally wanted to see the sect leader of the Divine Sect, but the knowledge in the academy is limited. I can't find it anywhere, so..."

"Huh? You want to see me?"

Ju Yuan searched for a moment.

This little kid was Mu Rong's hope, a celestial being. The Demon Blade was showing off to him, and the Sword God was watching.

Anyway, he would have to join the Sword Sect sooner or later. It was good to let him experience the world and the atmosphere first, and it could be considered as accompanying Mu Rong.

It was just that he had just brought it up!

"Good boy!"

Ju Yuan raised his big hand and patted it down with satisfaction:

"From now on, you are my disciple, welcome! Let's go, I'll take you to see them!"

"Thank you, Master! Master, you are truly kind!"

The two figures, like inseparable shadows, walked out of the Dwelling, making Ju Yuan's heart bloom with joy.

Ju Yuan was in a great mood, and even playfully grabbed Mu Rong's small hand. His body flickered, and he walked towards the other side of the street.

And on the street opposite, wearing a tattered coat, Mu Rong could see clearly.

The two figures walked side by side.

He remembered that person. He was a disciple of the Sword Sect, a proud and arrogant Great Master.

Ju Yuan actually treated that kid like this, and even held his hand...

What a coincidence, it's really unpredictable!

This little kid wasn't a craftsman made by the system, but had already joined the Sword Sect, becoming a secret disciple of the Sword Sect's Heavenly Pride.

Unexpectedly, Unexpectedly, he dared to appear in the Dwelling dressed like that, and dared to call him a disciple!

Originally, he relied on the Sword Sect's background to be arrogant.

"Damn it, you're ruthless!"

Mu Rong cursed inwardly.

But, even if you have the Sword Sect behind you, so what?

This young master will teach you a lesson today that you will never forget! Just act foolishly, and you will know that I am foolish!

Because he saw the little brat in his own arms still throwing a tantrum, Mu Rong ordered:

"You brat! First, go find three sets of clothes that don't fit and are too small. Then, find three masks that can cover your entire face. Finally, find a suitable puppet!"

"Ah? Old man, what are you talking about?"

"That's right, old man. When that brat comes out, we'll just go beat him up. Isn't that enough? Mu Rong, you old scoundrel, stop talking nonsense!"

"Hmph! You old fools! Just do as I say. Where would you find such a puppet!" Mu Rong said impatiently.

"Don't worry about it. Just go do as I say!"

The two men were stunned. They seemed to understand, but they didn't dare to ask further. They quickly ran out to find the clothes.

Mu Rong looked at the magnificent mansion and let out a sinister laugh.

"Brat, even if you have a powerful background, what can you do? As long as I, Mu Rong, get my hands on you, you'll be half dead. At that time, you won't even know who hit you. You'll only suspect that it was Mu Rong's doing!"

In the study of the Mu family's mansion, the old man Mu Rong was reading a book.

A row of tall bookshelves reached the ceiling, and the air was filled with the faint scent of ancient books and ink.

Mu Rong walked towards the bookshelf excitedly.

He picked up the first book, "Great Desolation Scripture." It was a newly opened book, and he had never seen such a scripture in the academy's collection.

Moreover, the description of each soul fragment seemed to be related to Mu Rong.

"Living vigorously, full of life, possessing strong and resilient souls..." All these qualities were ten times better than the old books in the academy.

"Heh heh, as expected of the Mu family. The foundation is indeed deep."

In the afternoon, Mu Rong was immersed in the knowledge he had learned.

Suddenly, in a corner of the bookshelf, he found a "Soul Fragment" that he had been searching for.

"Deep Cold Ice Crystal."

On the cover, black ink was used to draw a large ice crystal. Its surface was covered with patterns like dragon scales.

The ice crystal was dense and translucent, with ancient divine beasts carved on its surface.

Its essence and blood had a miraculous effect on the transformation of the ice crystal and the soul.

Living in the vast forest of Star Wars, Mu Rong was immersed in the depths of the cold swamp. He endured the scorching cold poison. Once its toxicity permeated his body, his soul would be instantly contaminated and disappear, and his physical strength would also rapidly decline.

Mu Rong's face was pale, and he gritted his teeth and warned.

"The danger of soul fragments is extreme. I advise you to have at least two or two levels of strength before you dare to try to refine them."

The soul fragment was refined, but the speed of refinement exceeded imagination.

However, this was not the end.

Mu Rong's body merged with it, and every word of the poisonous scripture was deeply imprinted on his chest.

Mu Rong, who was extremely angry, shouted at the other party who was "used to seeing it" and walked out of the soul refining room.

The sky was already dim, and the dark clouds gathered into a piece of dark red.

Mu Rong walked back to the medical hall step by step, which was a small courtyard that was about to be forgotten.

Just as he stepped into the cave, three black shadows suddenly appeared and blocked his way.

The person in front held a thick rope in his hand.

"Kid, I've been waiting for you for a long time."