I tried to kill the heroines of destiny, but they ended up chasing after me.

[Crossdressing? Do you think I'm a free babysitter?]

"Image, image, isn't my image building all for your great cause? If I'm recognized, they definitely won't dare to accept me. I can't exactly say, 'Holy Son of the Heavenly Demon Sect, lost, please lead the way,' wouldn't that be embarrassing if word got out?"

【Claws】

An Ran kept saying no, but her body language betrayed her.

In the blink of an eye, Huang Quan's appearance changed drastically, to the point that even his own mother wouldn't recognize him.

Huang Quan then stepped forward and asked, "An opportunity outside the city? Do you think I meet the requirements?"

"Fellow Daoist wishes to join my team? How should I address you? What is your cultivation level? What are your strengths?"

A tall, bald cultivator approached Huang Quan and, upon seeing his handsome features, beamed with delight.

Ahem, don't misunderstand.

Based on his years of experience traveling, he knew that the person in front of him had a temperament and appearance that could not have come from an ordinary family.

This shows that his methods and strength are not simple.

"Huang Fugui, transcending the mortal realm."

Upon hearing this, the bald man's expression changed, and his gaze towards the other person became respectful.

Although he was also at the Transcendent Realm, people's physical constitutions cannot be generalized.

My potential has mostly been exhausted, and even if I fight to the death, I can only jump up one realm at most.

The other party is young and promising, with a bright future.

Instead, he suppressed his own little schemes.

“Fugui, listen to your uncle’s advice. A lot of things are fake. You’re still young, you don’t understand, you don’t have professional experience. This place is very complicated, you can’t handle it.”

"Ah."

Huang Quan nodded gently.

He is the Yellow Springs, unafraid of deep waters.

They had no choice but to find a guide because they couldn't find any so-called 'strange phenomena' after going around the city.

"I'm just joining in the fun, I'll do what I can."

The bald man didn't try to persuade him any further. After all, a powerful expert at the Transcendent Realm could provide a lot of combat strength to his team.

"Alright, welcome to the team. But let me make it clear beforehand that you are not a permanent member of our team, so we don't expect you to risk your life for us in times of crisis. In return, if you encounter a crisis that you cannot resolve, we will be ruthless enough to abandon you. At most, we can only help each other out in minor troubles."

Baldness is something to be accepted and lived with, and it's also a realistic perspective.

It cannot be ruled out that they are wary of the power behind Huang Fugui.

"Old Wan! Arrange a top-notch room for Fellow Daoist Fugui. I think the second one on the far right on the third floor is quite nice!"

As he spoke, the man called Lao Wan jumped over from outside: "Fellow Daoist, please come with me. According to our intelligence, the coffin lid in that ruin outside the city is most likely not going to hold. We'll all be on our way tomorrow."

'Snapped! '

The bald man gave Lao Wan a sharp rap on the head.

"What do you mean 'set off'? You can't expect anything good from a dog's mouth. Let's be more auspicious and set off! Do you understand what 'set off' means?"

As they were talking, a young man appeared beside them.

To be precise, he's a beautiful young man.

Tomorrow?

The boy was petite, only fifteen or sixteen years old, with a very delicate and tender appearance. His face was more charming than that of many women, and he was a pleasure to behold.

However, her white hair, tied up in a bun, was quite striking.

"May I join your team?"

As the voice rang out, the bald man cast a glance. Too young to take it seriously, he tentatively prepared to sense the other's cultivation level.

Just as his consciousness was about to make contact.

A terrifying pressure pressed down on him, making it hard for him to breathe.

If the other party hadn't shown him some decency, he would probably be lying on the ground gasping for breath right now.

"He Chenxia, ​​transcending the mortal realm."

The bald man cautiously stole a glance at the other person.

Transformation from the mortal realm?

Why was he so easily defeated when they were of equal cultivation level?

The bald man thought about it again and immediately felt relieved.

Because of that 'suspected tomb of a master at the Transcendent Realm,' countless hunters have caught a whiff of blood.

This person might be a disciple of some sect who has come out to gain experience.

He knew his own limitations in his unorthodox methods.

"What? We're both Transcendent Realm cultivators, but he can join while I can't?"

He Chenxia asked in confusion, pointing one finger at Huang Fugui.

The bald man realized what was happening and quickly said, "No, no, let me arrange a room for you too."

Clearly, the bald man is a smooth talker, saying one thing to one person and another to another.

Just a moment ago they were calling me "Uncle," but now they're starting to use the formal "you" in their address.

"No need, I have a room, room number one on the third floor."

The bald man indicated that he understood and was very familiar with the layout of the inn, suggesting he was a regular customer: "The room on the far right of the third floor?"

"Okay, I'll head back now. Shall we move out tomorrow morning?"

"Yes, we'll move out tomorrow morning."

Huang Quan looked at the white-haired boy and felt that he was somewhat familiar.

The boy was indeed handsome, so handsome that he seriously doubted the boy's gender.

To make things easier, many female cultivators choose to dress up as men.

The prettier the girl, the more she likes to dress up as a man.

Unfortunately, when Huang Quan's gaze darkly drifted towards the handsome young man's chest...

The emptiness and barrenness disappointed him greatly.

Even when applied to men, it could be described as barren.

If it weren't for the fact that the handsome young man's eyes were dark brown and had a slight curve that was even more pronounced than Jiang Wanyu's, it would be easy to see the difference.

Huang Quan almost equated the two of them.

The so-called Great Yan Dynasty, Pingchuan City is nothing more than this.

Chapter Twenty-Four: Jiang Wanyu and Pingchuan Fish

at this time.

Inside Room No. 1 (Top Class).

Jiang Wanyu sat cross-legged on the bed, absorbing spiritual energy from all directions at an incredible speed to replenish the energy consumed in maintaining the Sword Granny's possession.

Suddenly, a red light flashed on her ring.

“Wan Yu, you need to understand one thing: even if I return all my power to you, you will only be at the fifth level of the Breaking Army Realm at most, because I have only absorbed this much. No matter how strong I am, I cannot create something from nothing. Moreover, this state cannot be maintained for too long, otherwise my newly recovered spiritual body may dissipate.”

"enough."

Jiang Wanyu stood up and spoke calmly.

"Is that enough?"

Sword Granny immediately became furious.

"Do you understand the seriousness of the matter? Heavenly Fire belongs to the capable. You only have the cultivation of the fifth realm. If you encounter good fortune, you can still manage to deal with it."

"Once you face Nirvana, the difference between the two great thresholds is like the decaying glow of a fire—how can it compare to the bright moon in the sky? You are doomed! Even if I use every trick in the book, I cannot save you!"

Jiang Wanyu was too lazy to dwell on this matter any longer: "I need to become stronger. I must take down this Chaotic Heart Flame. Sword Granny, you don't need to say anything more. My will will not change. I have my own judgment. I crave to live more than anyone else."

"I'm just pointing out the stakes to you. Our lives are tied together. My years of experience are definitely far superior to yours. I hope you won't try to scheme or play tricks. You'd better watch yourself."

Seeing that further discussion was pointless, the old woman with swords remained silent and retreated into her ring in a huff.

……

downstairs.

"Fugui, why are you eating here?"

The bald man stared wide-eyed, utterly astonished.

"Shouldn't we be making thorough preparations for tomorrow's actions now?"

Huang Quan picked up a piece of fish with his chopsticks and put it in his mouth: "Try the local specialties. By the way, what's good to eat or fun to do here? I promised A Qi I'd get some local products to take back and make her happy."

Once one transcends the mundane realm, one can abstain from grains, eliminating the hassle of three meals a day, and draw energy from the universe to focus more intently on cultivation.

Those cultivators who continue to practice asceticism after reaching the fourth realm are generally divided into three categories.

The first category consists of those who have just broken through to the mortal realm and are still somewhat unaccustomed to it.

The second type is those who have no real skills, give up on themselves, and indulge in the pleasures of food and drink.

The third type is those who are too lonely being invincible and have to find something to do to kill time.

The bald man probably understood that the person in front of him belonged to the second category.

A pampered young master.

It's necessary to find out more about him; it would be terrible if he turned out to be all show and no substance.

He plopped down on the table.