He didn't know if there were any metals that couldn't be decomposed by the Gold Art. In any case, none of the metals he had could withstand the power of the Gold Art. Today was the first time he had tried out his skills. As expected, he shocked his brothers and sisters. It felt great to act tough!
"Do you really want to fight me?" Yue Qianchou said disdainfully.
The woman who attacked him took a few steps back in panic. She had never seen such a technique before. She believed that even an expert in the final phase of the Tribulation Passing stage wouldn't be able to crush her magic tool with one palm. In other words, the person in front of her was someone who had surpassed the final phase of the Tribulation Passing stage.
The girls also thought of this. A frightening guess appeared in their minds … this person was an expert in the Soul Forming stage. No wonder he dared to call Yu Nantian by his name. At least, based on his cultivation level, he couldn't be an ordinary Loose Cultivator.
The woman looked at her sisters for help. The girls exchanged glances and quickly walked over. They lined up in a row and bowed in unison. One of them was an intelligent woman. She was probably the leader of the group. She cupped her hands and said, "May I know which senior has arrived? We were reckless. Please forgive us!"
"Not fighting anymore?" Yue Qianchou laughed coldly.
"We wouldn't dare!" The intelligent woman said respectfully, "Senior's power is not something we can resist. We don't dare to be rash. Please tell us your name. When we return, we will apologize to our masters. "
Yue Qianchou didn't answer her. Instead, he asked, "What generation are you disciples in the Misty Rain House?"
He remembered something recorded in the jade archive. Liu Nanguo's Yu Nantian was a man. He was obviously a man, but he only accepted female disciples. It was said that he had a lot of beautiful women under him. All the disciples he taught were of the "Love" generation. The disciples of the disciples were arranged according to the five words "Passion Lake Misty Rain House".
When the girls heard his question, they knew that he wouldn't argue with them anymore. They sighed in relief. However, they didn't know that Yue Qianchou didn't want to make a big deal out of this. It was fine if he acted tough. Otherwise, they would suffer.
"Smoky Rainbow, Smoky Fei, Smoky Clear, Smoky Ru, Hazy Dawn." The girls took the initiative to report their names. The leading girl cupped her fists and said, "Yan Lan, we are all disciples with the surname 'Yan'."
"Uh … So much smoke, it's really suffocating." Yue Qianchou muttered. His gaze swept across the few of them and said, "There's no need to be so courteous. I'll have to trouble everyone to vacate this room!" Although his words were tactful, there was an unquestionable tone to them.
The girls didn't dare to have any objections and immediately went to make arrangements. The woman who made the move was called Haze. Seeing Yue Qianchou's eyes sweeping over her big chest, she was scared and trembling. Remembering that this senior had just said that he would crush it, she quickly lowered her head and walked away.
Fu Chun and Qin Jiaxing stood at the side and felt a little unnatural. They no longer dared to talk and laugh like before. They didn't expect that they would follow an unknown master. Yue Qianchou looked at the two of them and frowned, "You two, stiffen your backs in the future. Don't embarrass me."
The two of them said "Yes" and subconsciously straightened their backs. It was hard to tell whether they were nervous or excited. They were nervous and excited because this boss was really awesome.
Soon, not only were the rooms vacated, but there were three of them. The girls gave the best one to Yue Qianchou. When Yue Qianchou arrived at the room, he drove Fu Chun and Qin Jiaxing out and asked them to inquire about the news.
He was lying on the bed thinking about the problem. He needed to sort out what had happened during this time. If he didn't have a clue and rushed around, sooner or later, he would fall into someone else's trap.
There was a woman's body fragrance on the bed. Yue Qianchou's eyelids gradually drooped and he slowly fell asleep … It was not that he was physically weak, but he didn't need to constantly refine his Qi and practice like others. Ever since he formed his Gold Core, he hadn't meditated to refine his Qi. The things in his Dantian would automatically refine them. Whenever he felt mentally exhausted, he always liked to sleep to relieve it. Otherwise, his brain wouldn't be able to stop. Other people couldn't see that he was mentally exhausted, so they all thought he was a lunatic!
While he was half-asleep, he was awakened by the whispers outside. The light in the room was hazy, and the paper window was slightly white. It seemed that the sky was about to turn dark. He got off the bed and opened the door to take a look. Sure enough, it was already dark. The six women and two men who were huddled together at the door all turned to look at him.
"Senior Niu!" The girls saluted together. Fu Chun and Qin Jiaxing called out, "Boss."
Yue Qianchou glanced at the two guys. It seemed that they had already told his name to the girls. But it didn't matter. In any case, it wasn't his real name. From the looks of it, the two fellows had already gotten close to the six women and were able to get along well with them.
"Jijizha, what's the matter?" Yue Qianchou asked.
"Boss, it's like this." Qin Jiaxing scratched his head and said, "There will be a lot of cultivators gathering at Ghost Manor's mountain-leaning pavilion at night. It's a good opportunity to get some information. We want to ask Boss if he wants to go. "
While they were talking, several groups of people were already flying toward the back of the mountain on their swords.
"Oh!" Yue Qianchou looked up at the sky. The sky, which was originally covered with dark clouds, had cleared up. It probably wouldn't rain anymore. After thinking for a while, he nodded and said, "Go, let's join in the fun." Then he pointed at the girls and said, "Don't call me Senior anymore."
The girls looked at each other. They all knew that he didn't want to expose his identity. The leader, Yan Lan, nodded and said, "Understood. Don't call me Senior, call me Mister." The girls saluted at the same time and said, "Greetings, Mister."
The six sweet voices made people's bones go numb. Yue Qianchou quivered. He waved his hand and said, "Fine, fine, fine! Let's go! "He threw a flying sword and stepped on it.
His cooperative action instantly reduced the pressure on the girls. They couldn't help but cover their mouths and chuckle. They punched and hit Fu Chun and Qin Jiaxing with their fists and pushed them away.
The two of them didn't care about being hit at all. They laughed so hard that they almost couldn't tell north from south. They happily stepped on their swords and chased after Boss. Think about it, if they hadn't met Boss, the Misty Rain Pavilion's female disciples wouldn't have flirted with them. Their days were getting better and better! It was really a happy life as a lone cultivator.
The mountain-leaning pavilion was built on a hillside behind Ghost Manor. At the bottom of the hillside was a flat grassland.
Under the night sky, there was a big bonfire in the middle of the grassland. There were also many small bonfires around it. The lone cultivators came from all over the world. There were all kinds of countries. Actually, the boundaries between countries didn't mean anything to them.
That was because they couldn't get any protection from the countries they were born in. They were just lone cultivators who didn't join any sects. How many cultivators who came from sects would pay attention to them? In the cultivation world, they were like ants. They wandered around alone and didn't care about the boundaries between countries. While they struggled to find longevity, they could only live and get drunk today.
The bonfire roasted the wild game, making the faces of the people near it red. The fragrance of the wine wafted in the wind. The wind of the wilderness blew gently. There was also an unorthodox song full of vicissitudes. Some people sang along … It was a different kind of style that lingered under the mountain-leaning pavilion.
When Yue Qianchou and the others arrived, they immediately attracted many people's attention. Most importantly, the six pink-clothed girls' uniforms were too eye-catching. Anyone with a bit of knowledge would know that they were from the Misty Rain Pavilion of Liu Nan's National Love Lake.
Yue Qianchou looked around. Fu Chun and Qin Jiaxing were on his left and right, and the six girls were behind the three of them. Many people recognized Yue Qianchou as the ruffian from earlier in the day, but they didn't understand what he meant. Why would the Misty Rain Pavilion's people surround and protect three lone cultivators? Yue Qianchou's identity immediately made people try to figure it out. In the eyes of the crowd, he also seemed tall and mighty.
Many people's eyes were filled with envy. Being able to associate with people from large sects was a matter of great pride for lone cultivators. Usually, when there was a fight between lone cultivators, if the weaker party said that they knew someone from a large sect, the stronger party usually wouldn't dare to be ruthless.
"Fang Ming, who are these three fellows? Look at their shifty-eyed faces. How did they get involved with the Misty Rain Pavilion? "The voice wasn't loud, but it was full of jealousy. The person who said this was one of the people who had talked back to Yue Qianchou during the day.
The five of them surrounded a bonfire. The person called Fang Ming was the young man who often played with his flute. The bonfire found a trace of jealousy in his bright eyes.
"Tsk tsk! Six female disciples from the Misty Rain Pavilion. If each of us could get one of them, we would have at least a hundred years to work hard. "Another person shook his head and sighed. This made the jealousy in Fang Ming's eyes intensify.
This was how the cultivation world was. If a lone cultivator could become dao companions with someone from a large sect, they would be considered to have pledged allegiance to that sect. Basically, their status as a lone cultivator would end. Usually, female lone cultivators would marry into large sects. However, it was relatively difficult for male lone cultivators to marry female disciples from large sects.
Unless it was an extremely talented person. First, it had to be someone that the large sects would take an interest in and want to recruit. Second, it had to be a female disciple of a large sect who took an interest in you and begged you to marry them. Otherwise, the chances would be very slim. The relationship between men and women in the cultivation world was very realistic. For many people, if dual cultivation didn't help, they would rather cultivate alone. That way, it would be less burdensome.
Yue Qianchou looked around with a trace of surprise in his eyes. He didn't expect to see such a scene in the cultivation world. Interesting. He raised his hand and said, "Get some firewood. Let's light a bonfire here and join in the fun."
Fu Chun and Qin Jiaxing immediately flew into the mountain to look for firewood. The women were more meticulous and immediately cleaned the grass on the spot.
What a joke. Although they were from the Misty Rain Pavilion, they had basically never seen Yu Nantian's face. Even if they saw him, they would only look at him from afar. Now that they had a Spirit Severing cultivator with the same cultivation as their ancestor, they had to serve him well.
Yue Qianchou didn't care about the gazes around him. Although he looked like a lone cultivator, he was like a crane in a flock of chickens. He crossed his arms and looked at the hillside. There were four incandescent cages hanging on the four corner pavilions on the hillside. He could clearly see the situation in the pavilion. A one-armed old man was sitting there alone, holding a jar of wine and drinking alone …
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