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Shuttling among the various inheritors and cultivators.

Gu Yuan added guidance for each of them, hoping they would cultivate diligently. The results were quite good; after all, it affected their subconscious.

As for Ding Qi, Gu Yuan was naturally keeping an eye on him as well.

After teaching Lin Hao a lesson last time, that kid had gone back to his villa to enjoy himself.

These days, he had been drowning in wine and women, living up to his title as a rich second-generation heir.

His cultivation had grown somewhat lax. Who knew why that system was not urging him on?

True to the name Entertainment System.

Outer Sect.

Lin Hao stood at the sect gates with a cloth bundle in hand. From the looks of it, he was about to embark on a long journey.

"For such a huge sect, they do not even hand out storage pouches or spatial rings. How stingy."

At the sect gates, Lin Hao helplessly tossed the bundle in his hand, though a smile appeared on his face.

Today was a good day.

After toiling in the Outer Sect for so long, he could finally go out and see the world.

Cultivating within the sect seemed nice, but resources and opportunities were bound to be limited.

With resources everyone possessed, there was no way to widen the gap.

If he wanted to grow stronger, he had to venture out.

He still remembered his hatred, remembered Yi Changge's persecution of him.

Just wait, Yi Changge. When I return next time, I will make you pay the price.

Turning around to look in the direction of the Inner Sect, Lin Hao's eyes brimmed with hatred. He knew his own strength well, and naturally understood that he needed to become stronger.

He had transmigrated here, and so