That poor kid He Zhizhou thought it was a compliment and grinned from ear to ear. "Thanks, Martial Uncle! Thanks, Martial Uncle! If I ever make a name for myself, my Daoist title will be Heavenly Jealous Baby."
Heavenly Jealous Baby, indeed.
Ning Ning gave him a hesitant glance, then finally stepped forward and leaned close to his ear. "You didn't know? The secret realm is monitored in real time. Everything you do is livestreamed for dozens of elders to watch."
He Zhizhou's smile froze on his lips.
His master spent three hundred and fifty days a year wandering the world, and had pretty much left his disciple to fend for himself. Naturally, he hadn't bothered explaining the secret realm's rules in detail.
S-so there really were cameras, huh?
At that moment, the curve of Tian Xianzi's lips looked as if it had been steeped in poison. He was three parts sinister charm, three parts irritation, 21.5 percent mockery, and 19 percent "heh." He nearly delivered the classic line from a domineering CEO novel: "Little vixen, do you know you're playing with fire?"
He was so panicked he didn't even realize those numbers didn't add up to a hundred percent.
Playing with fire in the secret realm by day, and getting played by Martial Uncle at night.
He Zhizhou would describe his smile as a wild chrysanthemum blooming in the midst of despair. "Martial Uncle, could you go a little easy on me?"
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People in the Cultivation World generally admired strength. The moment He Xiaochen called Ning Ning out, challengers came swarming up like sardines packed in a can.
The people from Niguang Island were even more terrifying. Every so often they'd crowd around and ask if she wanted to dual cultivate—and they'd ask in groups.
Come on, you