Tonight.
No one on Dragon Island cultivated. The road of cultivation was long; missing one night made no difference.
The Mocking Heaven Sect disciples were quite lively as well.
Seven or eight Mocking Heaven Sect disciples surrounded Qu Gui in the middle, their faces dark and their grins savage. They rubbed their fists together, forcing out each word through clenched teeth.
"Qu Gui, I heard you've reached Spirit Transformation? Pretty impressive."
"Do you remember how many kills you stole from us?"
"Beastly behavior!"
Deep within the underground cavern, amid that chaotic battlefield between the Devil Race and the Dwarf Race, Qu Gui had hidden in the shadows and picked up quite a few severely wounded Nascent Soul Dwarf Race heads. Those heads had sent his cultivation soaring straight into the heavens, instantly reaching Spirit Transformation Early Stage.
"Mm-hm."
Qu Gui casually took a bite from the juicy chicken leg in his hand, then looked up at the group with a grin. "I remember. But the question is, can you beat me now?"
"..."
The Mocking Heaven Sect disciples who had come to reclaim some dignity froze. They exchanged looks, suddenly at a loss.
It seemed they really could not beat him now.
But soon, they sat down beside Qu Gui and said indignantly.
"I don't care. Qu Gui, you're an outer sect elder, so you should be looking after us disciples. You have to compensate us somehow."
"Exactly. Otherwise, how are you supposed to appease everyone?"
"No."
Qu Gui shook his head earnestly. "I was worried about provoking public outrage, so I only stole from you few. I didn't touch anyone else's."
"That's why only you few came looking for me."
"Of course—"
He paused, clicking his tongue as he looked at the resentment filling their eyes. "I understand how