The Difference of a Mortal Constitution, the New Residence
"Hahaha! That's so damn convenient!"
Watching Dongfang Yueming's figure gradually disappear into the distance, the one-eyed burly man, holding the second packet of ' Spirit-Nurturing Powder ' in his hand, couldn't help but burst into unrestrained laughter.
"Old One, this kid really is a good-for-nothing!"
Scarface shook his head repeatedly, his face full of disdain. "I was really fooled by that rumor about him defeating Qian Hao. Now it seems he definitely relied on some despicable trickery from the mortal world. If he really had talent, how could he have given up the most precious cultivation resources so easily?"
"Just a pretty boy."
The man with the flat nose chimed in, "He probably knows he's a useless piece of trash without any spiritual roots, so he's completely given up struggling and would rather be Instructor Hong Yao's slave and plaything to survive a few more days. Come on, with these two Spirit-Nurturing Powder, we brothers will definitely be able to Entry this week!"
The three of them left triumphantly.
at the same time.
Inside a stone chamber near the outer gate, where the spiritual energy of heaven and earth was quite abundant.
"Boom!"
A burst of extremely hot crimson true energy suddenly erupted from the body of the boy who was sitting cross-legged on the large rock. The crimson light One Flash and disappeared in the Xukong, causing dust to fall from the stone chamber.
It was Zhao Meng, the genius youth who possessed a "mid-grade fire spirit root".
He slowly opened his eyes, a glint of light One Flash within them.
"Congratulations, Senior Brother Zhao! In just seven days, you have successfully condensed fire-attribute true qi and officially advanced to the [Qi Refining Realm First Layer]!"
"Among this batch of new recruits, Senior Brother Zhao is undoubtedly the number one!"
Upon seeing this, several servant disciples who were responsible for serving him stepped forward with fawning expressions to flatter him.
Zhao Meng smiled proudly, stood up, and stretched his body, which was brimming with surging power. "By the way, has anything been happening in the Newcomer Hall these past few days?"
A handyman disciple stepped forward and whispered, "Senior brother, there is indeed a strange thing. That pretty boy named Dongfang Yueming, it is said, knocked Qian Hao, who had already Entry the sect, away with a single palm strike in the bamboo forest, and now he has been taken in by Instructor Hong Yao to live with him in his private residence..."
"Oh?" Zhao Meng's eyes narrowed slightly, a hint of fighting spirit flashing within them. "Send a novice cultivator flying with a Entry palm strike? Could it be that Dongfang Yueming actually possesses some kind of hidden divine body that even spirit-measuring stones cannot detect?"
However, the handyman disciple chuckled and shook his head, saying, "Senior brother overestimates him. News just came that Dongfang Yueming was stopped by those three Black Wind Stronghold bandits again on his way to the instructor's private residence. He didn't even last a single move before becoming as docile as a dog, handing over the ' Spirit-Nurturing Powder ' he was supposed to receive the second week."
"Everyone's saying that he went to Instructor Hong Yao's place not because of any talent, but to become a lowly male slave and a vessel that could be drained dry at any moment."
Upon hearing this, the last trace of fighting spirit in Zhao Meng's eyes vanished instantly, replaced by deep disappointment and disgust.
"I thought I'd have another opponent, but what a disappointment. Don't bother my cultivation with such useless information anymore."
As the mountain rises higher, the bamboo shadows sway gently.
Carrying his bundle, Dongfang Yueming slowly stepped into Hong Yao's private territory— the Red Leaf Bamboo Courtyard.
It must be said that the environment here, as the private residence of a sect's steward disciple, is worlds apart from the dark, damp, and musty wooden huts below.
The Bamboo Garden is built against the mountain, surrounded by a large area of extremely precious "Crimson Blood Red Maple" and "Dust-Repelling Green Bamboo". A gentle breeze blows, and the red leaves and green bamboo intertwine, making a rustling sound, which makes it look particularly quiet and elegant.
Upon entering the courtyard, one can see a spirit pool made of white jade, with white spiritual mist bubbling up from its waters. The concentration of spiritual energy here is at least five times that of the residences of ordinary disciples.
The entire Bamboo Garden is divided into a main hall and two side halls on the east and west sides.
In front of the main hall, several thin, pink gauze curtains hung down, swaying gently in the breeze. A strange, subtle fragrance, similar to that of ripe peaches, permeated the air, accompanied by a slightly languid, almost intoxicating, melody.
"This is actually a good place to secretly Point Allocation."
Looking at the new residence, which was full of spiritual energy and quiet and deserted, Dongfang Yueming nodded in satisfaction.