"Hiss... hiss..."
Lin Shisan's eyes blazed with fury.
His hands clenched into fists, his knuckles creaking.
The black-and-white wheel in his dantian turned, and invisible killing intent surged outward.
If he did not need to take the entrance examination and join the Danyang Sect to save Hu Niu, he would have smashed that foul mouth with the Taiji Seal right then.
It had been like this at Tai Chi Hall, and now that he had come to the Danyang Sect, it was still the same.
A dark face meant he was no good, a dark face meant he was a bastard, a dark face meant he was a mongrel-what the fuck kind of cultivation sects were these?
"What, you want to fight me here in the Danyang Sect? You mongrel brat, you must be tired of living!"
"You..."
The black-and-white wheel turned again, its black demonic energy hissing.
"Whew..."
A female immortal master who had been sleeping all this time woke up.
Her clothing looked rather exquisite at a glance, the sort worn by someone of standing.
When Lin Shisan had fallen from the sky earlier, she had been the one to turn her right hand over and catch him with a gentle breeze.
"Little Rabbit, are you blind? There is indeed a quarter of an hour left."
The female immortal master spoke drowsily.
"Reporting to Martial Aunt Feng, there is indeed a quarter of an hour left, but a mere quarter of an hour isn't enough. Besides, he hasn't registered."
The man called Little Rabbit flushed red all the way down his neck.
His throat bobbed, and his pent-up frustration nearly set his innards ablaze.
He was Wang Yan, a disciple of Zhang Qiling, one of the Alchemy Hall's Six Great Deacons, and had accompanied his master here to