Starting as a Grandmaster, all of my cultivation techniques are at max level.

It had only been an hour since Xia Jin easily defeated Yin Qianji.

Inside Yin Qianji's palace.

Mu Ping'er stood in the center of the hall, looking at the burly figure slumped in a chair, drooling and grinning foolishly. Her face was extremely ugly.

"Hehe...hehehe...fly...fly fly..."

Yin Qianji's eyes were unfocused, and his hands were waving wildly in the air, as if he were grabbing at something that didn't exist.

Mu Ping'er bit her lip, her fingers digging deeply into her palm.

Lost.

Our own family has lost so completely.

And he's become an idiot!

She took a deep breath and forced herself to calm down.

With Yin Qianji reduced to this state, he is essentially a cripple. According to the temple's rules, he will lose his qualification in the next assessment and will be unable to remain in the Second Heaven.

As his follower... if no new top-tier disciples are recruited in the next assessment period, he will probably lose his qualification to stay in the Second Heaven.

"No, I can't just accept my fate! The cultivation resources and environment of this Second Heaven are far superior to those of the First Heaven..." Mu Ping'er's eyes flickered uncertainly.

Her mind worked very quickly, and she made a decision in just a few breaths.

Yin Qianji is finished, but I can't go down with him.

That Xia Jin... was able to easily defeat Yin Qianji, who was ranked fourth, so her strength is absolutely unfathomable.

Even Fan Wujiu, who is ranked third, might not be able to achieve this. In other words, that newcomer has at least a chance to break into the top three, or even higher!

If only I could latch onto such a powerful figure...

A glint of light flashed in Mu Ping'er's eyes.

She looked down at her figure, her face full of confidence.

In terms of looks, in the entire Second Heaven, apart from the icy Xing Ruoliu, Mu Ping'er believed she was second to none.

As for the methods to seduce men...

Even if Xing Ruoliu came, she would have to admit defeat in front of him.

"If I could board this big ship, I might have the chance to imagine the scenery of the Three Heavens in the future. And I've heard that Xia Jin is quite handsome!" A blush appeared on Mu Ping'er's cheeks. Without further hesitation, she turned and walked towards her residence.

She needs to prepare properly.

Half an hour later.

Mu Ping'er stood in front of the bronze mirror, carefully examining herself.

The woman in the mirror wore a sheer pink dress, her curvaceous figure faintly visible. She was already extremely beautiful, but now, with her careful makeup, she possessed an even more alluring charm.

She then put on a plain white outer robe, completely covering up her inner spring scenery.

The most skillful form of provocation is to feign indifference and appear only when necessary.

Mu Ping'er nodded in satisfaction, picked up the storage bag that she had prepared beforehand, containing all the treasures she had plundered from Yin Qianji's treasury, and turned to leave.

......

Outside Xia Jin's palace.

Yin Shixuan was on duty outside the palace when he suddenly saw a figure slowly walking towards him from a distance.

is her?

Yin Shixuan's brows furrowed slightly.

"It's you, Mu Ping'er? What are you doing here?"

Mu Ping'er smiled faintly, a smile that was somewhat charming and alluring: "Brother Yin, don't be so hostile. I'm here because I have important matters to discuss with your master."

"Important matter!?" Yin Shixuan glanced at her coldly, without speaking. He didn't stop her, but simply turned and pointed to the inside of the hall: "The lord is inside."

Mu Ping'er smiled slightly, swayed her slender waist as she walked past him and into the main hall.

Yin Shixuan watched her figure disappear into the palace gate, his brows furrowing even more.

This woman...

Could it be that she's trying to seduce the adults with her beauty?

He thought for a moment, then shook his head.

Forget it, it's an adult's business, it's none of his concern.

......

in the hall.

Xia Jin sat at the head of the table, holding a bamboo scroll in his hand, which contained information about his next opponent: Fan Wujiu, the third-ranked disciple of the Heavenly Class.

He was engrossed in reading when suddenly his brow furrowed.

He raised his head and looked towards the palace gate.

A figure slowly walked in.

She was an extremely beautiful woman. She wore a plain white robe, obscuring her inner garments, but her exquisitely beautiful face alone was enough to catch the eye.

Xia Jin raised an eyebrow.

He didn't know this woman.

The woman walked to the center of the hall, glanced at Xia Jin, and bowed gracefully, her voice soft and sweet: "I am Mu Ping'er, greetings, Your Excellency."

As she spoke, she raised her head, her beautiful eyes looking at Xia Jin, her gaze captivating with a hint of allure.

Xia Jin put down the bamboo scroll in his hand, carefully examined Mu Ping'er in front of him, and then asked indifferently, "What business do you have with me?"

Mu Ping'er gently bit her lip, looking rather pitiful: "My lord, I... was once a follower of Yin Qianji."

"But you defeated Yin Qianji, and Yin Qianji has become an idiot. He will certainly not be able to stay in this Second Heaven any longer. As for me... I will have no one to follow me in the future."

"Therefore, I have collected all of Yin Qianji's treasures and offer them to you, my lord. I only hope... that you will allow me to follow you in the future."

Xia Jin had been indifferent and didn't seem to care much about what she said.

But when he heard the word "treasure," his eyes lit up immediately.

"Alright." Xia Jin unconsciously sat up straight, a smile appearing on his face as he looked at the other man. "Having a few more followers, I don't mind. What about the treasure?"

"Agreed!!" A sly smile of triumph flashed in Mu Ping'er's eyes.

That's exactly what she was waiting for.

She slowly rose, her fingers gently untying the sash of her outer robe. As the plain white robe slid down, it revealed a thin pink gauze dress underneath.

Beneath the pink dress, her voluptuous figure was faintly visible, and her snow-white skin appeared and disappeared behind the thin veil.

With a perfectly measured blush on her face, Mu Ping'er took the storage bag from her waist and stepped forward slowly.

Just as she was about to hand the storage bag to Xia Jin,

"oops!"

She stumbled, cried out in surprise, and fell forward!

He fell right into Xia Jin's arms!

Soft jade, warm and fragrant, full of the vitality of spring.

Mu Ping'er nestled in Xia Jin's arms, tilting her head back, her beautiful eyes brimming with tears, her cherry lips slightly parted: "My lord, please forgive me... Ping'er didn't mean to..."

As she spoke, she did not immediately get up, but instead leaned softly against Xia Jin's chest as if powerless.

However, what she saw was a pair of cold eyes.

Xia Jin's eyes were as cold as ice, without the slightest ripple, and without any sign of being bewitched.

That look in his eyes was as if he were looking at an ant that overestimated its own strength.

Mu Ping'er was startled and quickly struggled to her feet, bowing her head in a trembling manner: "My lord, please forgive me! I really didn't mean to offend you! It was just... just an accident..."

She held the storage bag with both hands and respectfully handed it to Xia Jin, no longer daring to do anything out of line.