These three Soul Transformation cultivators were from the Desolate Soul Hall. They had arrived late and couldn't find any good seats.
After scanning the area, they noticed that Zhu Wuneng had taken a pretty good spot, and they set their sights on it.
Besides, they didn't see any Saint representing the group—only a Golden Core stage pig-head guarding it.
Most importantly, no one in the Central Province had ever heard of this Huaguoshan lineage.
It was clearly an insignificant little faction, or perhaps some hicks from another province.
They seemed like easy targets, so the cultivators approached Zhu Wuneng.
“Hmph...”
The cultivator from the Desolate Soul Hall stared at Zhu Wuneng with murderous intent, but he didn't rush to make a move.
He had to make sure he wasn't kicking a steel plate!
His eyes flickering, he sent a sound transmission to a nearby familiar sect to inquire:
“Sect Master Han, how strong is this faction?”
“Hehehe... Saint Jing, I haven't seen a single Soul Transformation cultivator from their faction,” Sect Master Han of the Qingwei Sect chuckled and replied via sound transmission.
In fact, when he first arrived, he had also taken a liking to this spot.
However, being a cautious man, he hadn't dared to seize it by force.
Hearing Sect Master Han's words, Saint Jing narrowed his eyes and glared at Zhu Wuneng.
“Pig-head, you're looking for death...”
With a bloodthirsty look in his eyes, Saint Jing took step after step toward Zhu Wuneng.
A mere Golden Core demon beast dared to curse at him? He was asking for death!
Zhu Wuneng was suffocated by the pressure, but his gaze remained resolute.
At the same time, he was panicking like crazy inside:
It's over, it's over! Am I going to be slapped to death here?
Waaah... Great Sect Master, where are you?
I'm so scared!
Sensing Saint Jing's killing intent, Xiao Huihui, who was perched on Zhu Wuneng's shoulder, also felt like crying.
Waaah... Are we really going to die this time?
I haven't even succeeded in my cultivation, nor have I transformed, and I haven't even spoken to Zhu Wuneng yet...
But then she remembered that she was also a bird of the Huaguoshan lineage.
She puffed out her chest and glared back at Saint Jing.
Seeing no fear in Zhu Wuneng's eyes, the murderous intent on Saint Jing's face grew even thicker. He detested fools who didn't know their place.
Smack...
Just as Saint Jing was about to reach Zhu Wuneng, a furry hand suddenly slapped down heavily on his shoulder.
At the same time, a monkey with a furry face and thunder-god mouth appeared before him, staring at him coldly.
Any further and they would have collided!
Startled, Saint Jing shivered and blurted out instinctively, “What are you looking at!”
Lu Ming's eyes turned cold as he said in a deep voice, “So what if I'm looking?”
Just when everyone thought he was going to say something harsh, Saint Jing squeezed out a stiff smile.
“Ah, nothing... Sorry to bother you...”
With that, he prepared to turn and leave.
The onlookers were completely dumbfounded. Wasn't this guy being way too cowardly? They had three Soul Transformation cultivators, while the other party was just one person.
“Hmph...” Lu Ming snorted coldly. “You think you can just leave like that? You've frightened my subordinate, and you haven't even compensated him yet.”
Saint Jing paused in his tracks. Without a single word, he directly handed over a storage bag.
Behind him, Zhu Wuneng finally snapped out of his daze and came to his senses.
He quickly stepped forward to catch the storage bag. How could he let the Great Sect Master do such menial work!
Seeing Saint Jing hand over the compensation without any fuss, and feeling the mocking gazes of the crowd, Saint Jing's expression turned as ugly as if he had swallowed a fly.
He had wanted to find a soft pear to squeeze, only to end up breaking his own fingers.
How humiliating!
Immediately, he quickly led his men away.
“Saint, why did you apologize?” one of the Soul Transformation cultivators behind him asked.
Cough—
As soon as the question was asked, they saw Saint Jing cough lightly, a trace of fresh blood spilling from the corner of his mouth.
“Saint, you're injured?” the Desolate Soul Hall's Soul Transformation cultivator cried out in shock.
Immediately after, they were filled with horror. They remembered that the monkey had only given Saint Jing a single pat on the shoulder.
Saint Jing popped a recovery pill into his mouth and said in a freezing tone, “That annoying monkey is incredibly strong. If you encounter him on the arena stage, just surrender immediately...”
“Are we just going to let it go like this?” one of the Soul Transformation cultivators muttered.
A venomous look flashed through Saint Jing's eyes. “Of course not. Find an opportunity to kill him...”
“Go find any spot you can...”
With that, Saint Jing turned and walked directly over to the Tianqi Crown Prince.
“Greetings, Your Highness the Crown Prince!” Saint Jing bowed respectfully.
The Tianqi Crown Prince nodded slightly. “Mhm...”
“Hehe... Your Highness, I happened to acquire a jar of fine wine brewed from 3,000-year-old Moonlight Flowers. Please, give it a try...”
As he spoke, Saint Jing pulled out a spirit jade wine jar from his storage bag and presented it.
A guard standing behind the Tianqi Crown Prince took it directly!
“Not bad,” the Tianqi Crown Prince said calmly.
Saint Jing hesitated for a moment before continuing, “Your Highness, there's a monkey from Huaguoshan who is lawless and incredibly arrogant...”
At this point, Saint Jing paused, observing the expression on the Tianqi Crown Prince's face.
He continued, “He claimed he wants to defeat you, Your Highness!”
The Tianqi Crown Prince raised his eyes to look at Saint Jing. “Just some clownish buffoon...”
With that, the Tianqi Crown Prince closed his eyes.
He wasn't interested in Saint Jing's petty schemes in the slightest.
His goals were the Saint of the Yunhua Sacred Palace and the Saint of that mysterious Qingshan Sect.
Seeing the Tianqi Crown Prince's reaction, Saint Jing felt a bit embarrassed, but he still bowed and turned to leave.
After walking away, a shadow of malice crossed Saint Jing's eyes. He swore he would kill them all if he ever got the chance.
Then, he frowned, feeling that destructive force still swirling and wreaking havoc inside his body.
The recovery pill hadn't healed his injuries at all. That single pat from the monkey earlier had been too terrifying.
Not only was his physical body incredibly powerful, but his spiritual energy was also bizarre!
He then found the other two and sat down to close his eyes and heal his wounds.
“Waaah... Great Sect Master, I missed you so much!”
Once Saint Jing had departed, Zhu Wuneng lost all of his previous bravado.
His imposing aura instantly deflated as he clung to Lu Ming's arm, weeping and wailing.
The onlookers around them: “...”
You're being way too dramatic. You definitely weren't this kind of pig just a second ago.
“Alright, alright, it's fine now, it's fine...” Lu Ming comforted him helplessly.
He had witnessed all of Zhu Wuneng's performance just now. He really hadn't expected the pig to have such a side to him.
...
“Great Sect Master, this is Xiao Huihui, my friend. I've also had her join the Huaguoshan lineage...”
Lu Ming looked at Xiao Huihui on Zhu Wuneng's shoulder and nodded. “Good!”
Since she was acknowledged by Zhu Wuneng, she was probably a decent fellow.
Lu Ming had also witnessed her performance when facing Saint Jing earlier.
“Yay... That's awesome! Xiao Huihui, you're a bird with a backing now...” Xiao Huihui was also incredibly excited, flapping her wings.
“Come on, come on... Register, register...”
Just then, a Tiansheng Sect disciple walked over carrying a tray.
They needed to record the entries and eliminate any unqualified participants.
After testing Lu Ming's bone age and finding that it didn't exceed the limit, the disciple registered him.
When Lu Ming removed his disguise and returned to Huang Tianbao and the others, he found Huang Tianbao and Big Yellow looking extremely depressed!
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