Jayson's expression changed as he began to wonder when he became a woman those two grown-up men were contesting who to get him.Julius stared at the Cloak man with a furrowed brow, his arrogance tempered by a sense of caution. There was something about this mysterious figure that emanated danger, and Julius couldn't ignore it. "Who are you?" he asked, his voice laced with suspicion.The Cloak man responded with a disdainful tone, clearly unimpressed by Julius's status. "You don't need to know," he retorted, his words dripping with arrogance. He believed that even at his current power level, he was beyond the reach of even the heaven-ranked masters. Julius's expression hardened, his icy demeanour matching the coldness in his eyes. He knew that he had powerful allies standing behind him, ready to heed his every command. If the Cloak man refused to show him respect, then Julius would do the same. "If you're here to rescue him," he declared menacingly, his voice filled with a furious res
Jayson's heart raced as he scanned his surroundings, desperately searching for any sign of the Old Taoist Fairy. The enemies were closing in on him, their presence felt like a suffocating weight on his shoulders. "Brat, why are you in such a hurry to find your grandpa?" The Old Taoist Fairy appeared suddenly, his voice filled with curiosity. To Old Taoist Fairy's surprise, a crowd of people began rushing towards them.Gasping for breath, Jayson pleaded with the Old Taoist Fairy, his voice filled with desperation, "Please, take us away from here! They want to kill me!"The Old Taoist Fairy looked at Jayson, his face etched with concern as he regretted his decision of choosing Jayson as his Dao-guard, the worst possible choice."Do you wish to come with me?" the old Taoist fairy asked, a kind smile on his face.Jayson, consumed by fear and uncertainty, cared little about their destination. Without hesitation, he screamed at the top of his lungs, "Yes! Yes, I want to go with you!"Old T
Jayson stood in awe as he watched them effortlessly float mid-air, their abilities captivating him. He remained rooted to the ground, several meters away, filled with admiration. "Step forward; we have no intention of harming you. Despite you now being crippled, you were once the genius of this sect," an elderly voice resonated from the old man seated in the center, suspended in mid-air. Jayson couldn't fathom why he was referred to as a cripple, considering he could still walk and run. Nevertheless, he cautiously took a step forward and positioned himself before the group of elders. "First Elder, he is now crippled; his Dantian is shattered. He is unworthy of the sect maiden; a cripple cannot represent our sect," declared an elder with a tone of rigidness, casting a disdainful glance at Jayson. Even Jayson, bewildered by the situation, was taken aback by the elder's intense animosity towards him. Another elder chimed in, "The Second Elder is right; Jayson is no longer the prodigy
Jayson gazed up at the sky and saw a young man soaring towards him on a flying sword. The youth's face was twisted with anger, giving him a menacing appearance that seemed capable of devouring Jayson whole. "Merely a single hand is enough to defeat worthless trash like you," Jayson fearlessly declared, his gaze locked on the youth perched on the flying sword. The youth glared at Jayson, his anger evident. He let out a mocking laugh and replied, "Very well, a cripple dares to make such a claim. Do you accept my challenge to a duel on the retribution platform?" Without hesitation, Jayson immediately responded, "Certainly. I hope you won't be overcome with fear when the time comes." Angel's face turned pale with shock. She hadn't anticipated her master's impulsive nature, being goaded into a fight. He was no longer the formidable and feared master of old, but a cripple. She worried for his well-being. Nifa's cold snort echoed through the air, "Enjoy your days; you will die a few days
Jayson followed Angel as she led him to the dining hall. As he entered, he couldn't help but be amazed by its sheer size. The tables were neatly arranged, and the environment was immaculate. The surrounding trees added a touch of freshness, and a gentle mist hovered over the roof, creating a serene atmosphere. Lost in his admiration, Jayson suddenly felt a strong push from behind. Caught off guard, he stumbled forward and crashed into a nearby table, eventually landing on the floor with a thud. Laughter erupted from somewhere in the hall, echoing loudly. Groaning in pain, Jayson had reached his limit with people attacking him without cause. Lying on the floor, he tapped into his inner strength and transformed into the sect master. With a swift motion, he unleashed a powerful palm strike. Boom! The force of his strike shattered the table into countless pieces and sent the four individuals who had pushed him flying backward, crashing into the wall with a resounding thud. The impact w
Jayson's words carried an air of superiority and dominance, provoking extreme anger among the disciples who heard them. Even the last disciple whom Jayson reprimanded couldn't contain his fury and erupted, "Fine! I bet one hundred thousand North Continent coins!"Being new to the world, Jayson was unfamiliar with the value of the disciple's wager, leaving him unsure of how to respond. The crowd, filled with people who now despised Jayson more than their own enemies, eagerly joined in the excitement. Within no time, over sixty disciples had placed bets for the upcoming battle on the platform.Anegl's face paled as she witnessed the crowd ganging up against Jayson. In the past, she wouldn't have worried because her master had the ability to handle them all. However, now that her master had lost all his cultivation, she felt a deep sense of concern."What will you wager if you lose?" one of the disciples stepped forward and asked, folding his arms defiantly.Jayson glanced at him casuall
Jayson turned to the next page, his face contorting with disgust at the sight of the next cultivator."He's incredibly ugly," Jayson muttered, quickly flipping to another page after stifling a yawn as he summarized the cultivator's history. Page after page, he mercilessly criticized each cultivator, dismissing them as useless and incapable of making any significant impact, despite their inclusion in the history book.But then his eyes lit up as he came across the section on "Lord Monkey." "Now this is interesting," Jayson thought to himself, his excitement evident. Lord Monkey was renowned for his unparalleled skill in escaping. He had evaded capture even when besieged by seven powerful saints. "This is the perfect choice for an escape," Jayson exclaimed, his gaze fixed intently on the drawing of Lord Monkey in the history book. As Jayson engraved the image into his mind, he turned to the next page and regarded the cultivator with disdain. "Useless," he commented before swiftly fl
The Monkey Lord, confident in his superior cultivation, effortlessly evaded detection by the divine senses sweeping across the sect. With a nonchalant sniff, he muttered, "Um..." before directing his gaze towards the palace. Swiftly, he took flight, skillfully manoeuvring through the air and slipping inside through an open window.Once inside, he scanned the surroundings with purpose, until his eyes settled upon a long dining table adorned with a lavish spread of food and drinks. Roasted and fried chickens, tantalizing spices, and an array of vegetables adorned the table, creating a magnificent feast fit for royalty.A mischievous grin tugged at the corners of the Monkey Lord's lips as he heard Jayson from the sea of his consciousness expressing his overwhelming desire for the sumptuous meal. "Take them all," Jayson urged, "clear the table—I want it all!"In the sea of his consciousness, Jayson's figurine watched in awe and trepidation as the Monkey Lord elegantly waved his hand, caus