Because Sect Leader Yaoyang had arrived, Mo Huaiyu received every bit of the reward he deserved.
When he saw the glittering Spirit Stones, he almost drooled, quickly wiping the corner of his mouth.
After that, it was time for Senior Sister Xia to take him back.
However, during this time, the way Sect Leader Yaoyang looked at him made him feel extremely uncomfortable.
There was no need to guess—the old man had definitely misunderstood his relationship with Senior Sister Xia.
He just hoped it wouldn’t cause any trouble later.
For the next few days, what was originally a cohabitation life between Mo Huaiyu and An Ruoxi was now forcibly interrupted by An Ruojun.
It was very uncomfortable.
Moreover, the other party stared at him aggressively, clearly signaling that he shouldn’t get close to Sister Ruoxi.
After defeating Qin Wudi, he thought no one would challenge him for a while.
Who knew that these past few days, people kept wanting to challenge him.
What puzzled Mo Huaiyu was that these challengers all looked reluctant, as if forced by someone.
And they were all at the Divine Palace Realm, not even late-stage Divine Palace.
Dealing with these people was a piece of cake.
Thus, during these few days, Mo Huaiyu’s fame soared within the Yuling Sect.
Everyone now knew that the young boy following the Hundred Flowers Fairy was no simple figure.
…………
“Huh? Sister Ruoxi, where’s Eldest Senior Sister?”
Early in the morning, it was time for Morning Cultivation again.
Mo Huaiyu got up early. Last time he got up late, Eldest Senior Sister directly tore the door off its hinges, barged into the room, and yanked him out of bed.
Then, well, being a man, it’s hard to avoid some… morning vigor.
He almost… offended Eldest Senior Sister.
But he still suffered.
He saw Eldest Senior Sister’s fair, beautiful face instantly flush crimson.
Then, flustered and incoherent, she gave him a blow that sent him crashing through the window.
As luck would have it, he landed right in Sister Ruoxi’s arms.
An Ruoxi was about to ask if the boy was okay, but when she saw the very lively little Junior Brother and another beauty with a face full of shy redness…
Even now, recalling it, he felt like grabbing a Flying Dharma Treasure and fleeing the Yuling Sect overnight.
This time, seeing no sign of the beautiful woman in men’s clothing beside Sister Ruoxi, Mo Huaiyu suddenly felt a bit unaccustomed to it.
“Big Sister said she has matters to attend to today, Junior Brother Mo. Let’s go.”
An Ruoxi took out her Flying Dharma Treasure.
“Okay.”
Hearing that Eldest Senior Sister was busy, Mo Huaiyu’s mood improved greatly.
These past few days, Eldest Senior Sister had been finding fault with him almost daily, and he couldn’t beat her. He could only get angry, and then… that was it.
As usual, after Mo Huaiyu finished his cultivation at the dojo, as they passed by the arena area, An Ruoxi paused and said, “Junior Brother Mo, from now on, if someone challenges you again, you don’t have to accept every single fight.”
These past few days, people kept challenging the boy to duels.
Without exception, Mo Huaiyu defeated them all without a scratch.
“Ah? I don’t have to accept?”
Mo Huaiyu said in surprise.
He thought he had to accept every duel.
Although it was tiring, the benefits were also considerable.
Every time he defeated these Divine Palace Realm cultivators, he would go to the Jubao Pavilion to collect a decent reward.
In the blink of an eye, the wound of having his treasury halved by An Ruojun was almost healed.
“Yes. You don’t have to respond to every challenger, Junior Brother Mo. You can completely ignore them, or you can pick and choose.”
If every challenger had to be fought, then the powerful disciples of the Yuling Sect wouldn’t have time to cultivate; every day would just be dueling, dueling.
“Alright. Then today will be the last one.”
Because the challenger had already arrived.
Mo Huaiyu looked at the short young man walking towards him.
“Is this Senior Brother also here to duel me?”
“Uh…”
The short young man hesitated, making a move to retreat.
But as soon as he looked back, as if seeing something terrifying, he quickly turned his head and said, “That’s right! Junior Brother, please enlighten me!”
Mo Huaiyu didn’t pay attention to the short young man’s strange behavior.
Everyone who had come to duel him these past few days had reacted this way.
“Then, Senior Brother, let’s make it quick.”
A quarter of an hour later.
Mo Huaiyu executed a combo, directly KO!
A Dao Platform Realm cultivator defeating a Divine Palace Realm cultivator so cleanly was no longer surprising to the surrounding spectators.
Everyone knew the little Junior Brother by Senior Sister An’s side was no ordinary person.
Watching the short young man being carried off, Mo Huaiyu put his fists on his hips, straightened his back, and shouted, “Who’s next?”
As soon as his words fell, a hoarse voice rang out.
“I’ll go!”
A figure drifted down, landing steadily in front of Mo Huaiyu.
Huh?
Seeing the newcomer, Mo Huaiyu was stunned.
The figure before him was completely covered in a large black robe, wearing a mask that only revealed two eyes.
The robe was super loose, concealing both appearance and figure completely.
The other party said in a hoarse voice, “I challenge Junior Brother.”
The voice was unclear, neither distinctly male nor female.
Mo Huaiyu sensed the other’s cultivation—mid Divine Palace Realm.
Mo Huaiyu cupped his fists. “In that case, this Senior Brother, please enlighten me!”
Seeing the boy adopt no defensive posture, full of openings, the black-robed figure said hoarsely, “Kid, be serious! Don’t compare me to those before. You should know, there are differences even within the Divine Palace Realm!”
“This Senior Brother, I have always been very serious.”
As the saying goes, being full of openings is having no openings.
That’s my Mo Huaiyu’s attack style!
He heard the other snort coldly.
Instantly, ripples of Spiritual Qi ripple spreading out.
With a bang, the figure shot towards Mo Huaiyu.
In the blink of an eye, the black-robed figure was in front of Mo Huaiyu, throwing a punch.
Light bloomed, and Spiritual Qi was fully unleashed.
At such close range, through the two holes in the mask, Mo Huaiyu saw the other’s eyes.
They were very beautiful, and… there was a sense of familiarity.
Hiss! Who is it?
Before he could think more, the fist was almost at his face.
Indeed, just as the black-robed figure said, this punch far surpassed those of the Divine Palace Realm cultivators Mo Huaiyu had dueled these past few days, even rivaling Qin Wudi’s offensive might.
He didn’t dare be careless.
Immediately, with a thought, black and white Qi gathered on his right fist.
“Hah!”
Two fists collided.
Immediately, both figures staggered back.
“What terrifying power!”
Mo Huaiyu felt his fist was almost fractured; his right fist was now completely red.
However, he had also transferred his Yin-Yang Qi onto the other party, who was clearly not feeling well either.
Look, the opponent directly half-knelt on the ground.
After the fist collision ended, the black-robed figure sensed a strand of black and white Qi entwined on their fist.
The next moment, it slipped into their body.
Instantly, the Spiritual Qi within their body began to run out of control, all converging towards that black and white Qi.
What is this?!
Before the black-robed figure could react, the boy’s figure suddenly approached.
“This Senior Brother, I win.”
Mo Huaiyu flashed a bright, toothy smile, then punched the black-robed figure in the chest, sending them flying off the arena.
Huh??!!
Instantly, his eyes widened, looking at his own fist in disbelief.
Just now… that sensation upon impact was soft?!