Thinking about what had just happened, Night Sky Layman grew angrier the more he thought about it.
Who would have thought that he, a dignified eight-foot man, would suffer such a huge loss?
But on second thought, this meant he had not wronged Yuan Yuan after all, and his mood improved somewhat.
After rifling through this guy's memories, Night Sky Layman could not help rolling his eyes.
A disciple from some backwater minor sect, only at perfected Foundation Establishment, without even a single high-grade spirit stone in his storage ring.
Low cultivation and dirt poor—he had really struck gold this time.
Using a body like this to travel to the Great Cloud Dynasty would surely be troublesome in countless ways.
"Guess you brat got lucky, while I'm the unlucky one."
Muttering to himself, Night Sky Layman sat down cross-legged to meditate. Drawing on his mid-stage Mahayana cultivation experience, he successfully formed his core in less than three days without relying on pills or any other external aid.
Just as he finished forming his core, someone kicked his cave residence door several times from outside, followed by a burst of shouting and curses.
Frowning, Night Sky Layman walked outside and found several fellow disciples standing at the door.
They hurled all kinds of insults at him, calling him a sissy and worse. They even declared that they would teach him a lesson at the sect tournament three days later—unless he left the sect himself and stopped bringing shame upon it.
Yet Night Sky Layman remained utterly unfazed by the sight.
Back when he had nothing better to do, he had read some novels about cultivators who were bullied, suddenly received a great opportunity, defeated their tormentors, and finally held their heads high.
Then, after defeating them, their masters, fathers, and whoever