I'm The Progenitor Of Sin Cultivation

Concern

"Ok, since you want to die honorably, I'll take that as your last wish and give it to you." "I have a spare sword you can take it." The first outer court disciple tossed a sword to Mo Shen. 

Mo Shen stretched one of his fingers, and the sword stood on his finger. 

"Good catch!" The second one complimented, "Let's fight; I'll beat you first." 

Mo Shen nodded his head; he held the sword in the most basic way, causing another roar of laughter from the two. 

The first one started running towards him with his sword held tightly in his hands. 

Mo Shen furrowed his brow and observed the sword movements before stretching out his sword to attack the other party. 

Cling~ 

Both swords clashed with each other; the outer court disciple removed his sword and slashed again. 

"The strength of this body is extremely weak; I can't even swing the sword the way I want to." Mo Shen was quite disgusted at his new body, but only for its current strength. He chose the body because of its constitution and nothing else. 

He moved backward to evade the sword attack, which he succeeded in doing. 

The sword of the other guy passed in front of his eyes. 

"Come on, die now." The outer court disciple was infuriated because he couldn't beat Mo Shen as he expected; his attack was fast, but he was dodging all of them, which deeply caused his heart to rage.

"Mountain clenching sword, first move: under sweep!" He yelled, and his sword was suddenly moving faster; this time he did not aim for his head anymore but instead he was aiming for Mo Shen's lower body. 

That was bad because Mo Shen wasn't fast; he had to move his leg from the ground as soon as possible unless it would be the end of that limb. 

"Foolish, there is an opening." Mo Shen spotted an opening. 

He was only focusing on the leg; his body was kind of bent, which means if he gets the chance to strike, it would be difficult for him to dodge. 

Mo Shen did not waste time anymore; he studied the pattern of the undersweep and was able to get a weak point. 

Mo Shen moved his feet three times backward, then charged at him and leaped into the air. He held his sword and delivered a downward strike on his head. 

Putchi~ 

The sword pierced through the skull, and a lot of fluid poured to the ground. 

The one who attacked him was stunned; he only had five seconds to realize that he was already at death's door. 

Before he died, his eyes were staring deeply at Mo Shen with shock. Mo Shen's eyes switched to the other outer court disciple, who was trembling with rage. 

"Bastard, you killed him." He let out a cry and started charging towards Mo Shen. 

"Revenge is great only if you plan deeply; immediate revenge is just useless." Mo Shen thought

As the outer court disciple drew nearer, he placed his leg on the corpse of the first and tossed it toward the dude charging toward him. 

He wanted to slice through the corpse, but since it was the corpse of his friend, he decided not to, and he used his elbow. 

His vision was blocked as a result. 

When the corpse fell to the ground, he looked forward, but Mo Shen wasn't there anymore. 

"Your heart is weak." Mo Shen said before using his sword to pierce through his back and coming out from the front with blood and some organs. 

He left the sword on the body as it fell to the ground, tossing a large amount of dust. 

"Unfortunately for you guys, I'm the one to loot your corpses." 

He checked their pocket for stuff, but he only found two spirit stones and one nourishing qi pill.

"You are useless after all." He sighed before leaving the dumpsite with the two dead bodies on the ground. 

In the clenching cloud sect, only the outer court disciples and above were able to get their own rooms. 

Those lower than the outer court, whom the sect refers to as "scumbags," are sardined into a small robe with lacking facilities; they are the cannon fodder of the sect. 

 ....

Inside Scumbags Hall 1, a lot of Scumbag disciples who had a little relationship with Mo Shen were quite sad about his painful exit. 

"The sects threaten us like meat; they take our rights to everything; we can't even go back to where we came from." "It's just bad being weak." 

"Even if he was weak, he was still handsome a bit." A young scumbag disciple of about 17 years old, she has long white hair, and her body has average curves; she is good-looking and probably one of the most beautiful among the scumbag disciples. 

"At least a no would be better; he was only trying to express his feelings for her." She added. 

"No matter how you think of it, senior sister Shen Yinyi was wrong." 

The door to the hall opened, and someone with rough clothes with blood stains on them walked in. 

At first they feared that it was a demon because they didn't have light crystals in this hall; they only used wax candles, which they purchased with their own money. 

The person has white blonde hair, it wasn't that short nor long, his face was handsome, and he stood in the number 2 position of the most handsome male scumbag disciple... He was none other than

"Mo Shen." 

"Am I seeing things? Isn't that Mo Shen?" 

They stood up from the mat they were sitting on or lying on and walked towards the door. 

"It's really Mo Shen. How did you come back alive? We thought they disposed of your corpse in the dump pit." 

Mo Shen stared at them expressionlessly; he could have asked them out of the way, but that would reveal that he is not the old Mo Shen, and unnecessary rumors might spread. 

So he decided to nod or shake his head at any of the questions they ask. For some reason, he felt pure intention from them, not because they feared him but because they care. 

The feeling was new; he had never met anyone who gave such a caring vibe in his previous life, but he wasn't that touched by their concern.