Picking Up Money

"That punch Meng Yan threw didn't look like our Taiqing Domain's style. It looked a little like a Demonic Cultivator from the Daluo Domain..."

Chen Zhuo thought to himself, an odd look on his face.

He had never met a Demonic Cultivator, but even if he had never eaten pork, he had seen pigs run.

He had seen what Demonic Cultivators looked like in textbooks!

It was close. Very close.

Meng Yan's gaze was a little vicious too. The Demonic Art had clearly gone to his head.

But after defeating his challenger, Meng Yan did not leave the arena. He swept his gaze around the crowd, then fixed it squarely on Chen Zhuo.

Chen Zhuo was baffled.

What?

You want to challenge me?

"Teacher Nangong, I'd like to challenge Chen Zhuo to a friendly spar! I want everyone to know that even though we're cultivators with Acquired Spiritual Root Implantation, we're no pushovers when we get angry!"

Meng Yan looked thrilled. He shouted, "This spar has nothing to do with the slots. It's just a spar."

Director Nangong frowned when she heard that. "If Chen Zhuo doesn't object, that's fine."

The whole place erupted!

"Whoa, Meng Yan wants to fight Young Master Chen? Is he trying to end up planted in a field?"

"He really doesn't know how high the sky is or how deep the earth goes."

"Am I the only one who thinks Meng Yan might win? Did you see the spell he used? That was clearly a Demonic Dao technique! I bet he snuck over from the Daluo Domain. If you know, you know."

"Oh, it's you again, Mr. Know-It-All."

"Are you obsessed? People sneak from here to the Daluo Domain, never the other way around. Their techniques are way better than ours! Sigh, the ingrained flaws