"On it!"
Fang Yuan caught his meaning and ran out, his round belly jiggling.
Once everyone had left, Chun Xiaobai was alone in the Cave Abode.
He gleefully scooped the remaining ten Storage Bags into his arms and rushed into his cultivation room.
A few breaths later, a series of clinks and clatters rang out from inside.
Those were the sounds of assorted spirit stones, Magical Artifacts, and pills being roughly dumped onto the floor, crashing against one another.
Then came peals of bizarre laughter, each louder and more unhinged than the last.
"Hahahaha! This king has really struck it rich this time!!"
Under the malicious embellishments of those indignant disciples, word of that day's three matches spread like a plague throughout the entire Outer Sect in less than half a day.
"What? He joined less than half a month ago, and he's already defeated five senior brothers on the Heavenly Prodigy Ranking and jumped to thirty-ninth place?"
Some were astonished; others were baffled.
"Thirty-ninth place? What a joke!" someone grumbled inwardly.
The rumor spreaders sprayed spittle as they began adding oil to the fire.
"You have no idea! That guy only won those three challenges through sneak attacks and poison, relying on all his treasures and Talismans!"
"Exactly! I heard about it too. Apparently, he even used Muscle-Softening Powder to make Senior Sister Xu stand there and take a beating. How low can you get?"
"What? An evil cultivator like that actually turned up in a righteous, prestigious sect like our Azure Cloud Sect?"
"An evil cultivator? He's worse than that! An utterly shameless scoundrel! Despicable and vile!"
In everyone's mouths, Chun Xiaobai's image was painted pitch-black.
They piled every label imaginable onto his head: "worse than a beast," "shooting arrows from the shadows," and "morally bankrupt."
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