“Old beast, you dare snatch my ‘Three Seven Law Extinction Talisman’!”

Peng Shiliu, who was weeding in the blessed land of the cave, heard a thunderous roar. He looked up and saw starlight whips pouring down from the sky.

In the next instant, Fa Wumie’s scream drowned out his roar.

Peng Shiliu shuddered and gritted his teeth in secret.

He couldn't bear the pain of those whips. His hundred-refined body seemed useless, the lashes striking directly on his divine soul, the pain piercing into his very being.

But he didn't dare look too much, lowering his head to weed like a farmer.

This spiritual field had been abandoned for an unknown amount of time. The weeds inside were incredibly tenacious, like the sinews of a dragon, deeply rooted in the ground, making weeding very difficult, especially since their blood energy was sealed by shackles.

"Yuan Yang Daoist, you bastard, you scum!"

Even more miserable than Fa Wumie was Zheng Longqiu, who was hanging in mid-air being whipped.

He screamed and cursed, the starlight whips surrounding him densely packed, looking like a tangled ball of yarn at first glance.

But even so, the old man continued to curse, until he was whipped into a stupor.

This caused the others, who were bowing their heads to weed, to feel both shocked and angry, as well as an extremely strong killing intent.

They had never hated someone so much before, but they had no way to resist. Zheng Longqiu, who resisted the most, had been beaten like a dead dog. What could they do?

"Ah!"

After a loud, piercing scream, Fa Wumie finally shut his mouth.

But his eyes still flickered with rage.

The 'Three Seven Law Extinction Talisman' was the law he cultivated, his true form spiritual image, and also his divine weapon magic treasure, containing his law and reason, even more important than his hands and feet.

To have it snatched away by someone, how could he not be furious?

But after enduring this storm of whipping, he trembled with pain, his face pale, and he dared not speak out again and invite more beatings.

"Yuan Yang Daoist, what exactly do you want?"

At this time, Feng Changming couldn't bear it any longer, shaking his shackles and roaring to the sky, "If you want to kill us, then kill us! Why humiliate us like this?!"

*Pa~*

There was no answer, only a starlight whip that stretched thousands of feet, striking down from the sky.

There was no way to avoid it, no way to dodge it, no way to block it.

The soul-tearing pain was more terrifying than physical torture, but Feng Changming endured it, and even though the veins on his temples bulged, he did not scream.

But unfortunately, even though he spoke out repeatedly and endured three whips, he received no response.

Instead, the air currents flashed, and a figure he was very familiar with fell from the sky like a meteor, accompanied by the moonlight that illuminated the entire cave.

"Xuanji?!"

Feng Changming's body trembled, his tone a little shaky. Was Yuan Yang Daoist so bold?

This was a true disciple of the Underworld Moon Holy Land!

The true master of Eastern Continent for millions of years, a true disciple of one of the three holy lands!

"Fairy Xuanji?!"

Someone also recognized who was falling from the sky, and their expression changed drastically.

"Yuan Yang Daoist even kidnapped Fairy Xuanji?!"

"So audacious! He's so audacious!"

"Who exactly is he?"

Above the spiritual field, watching Xuanji fall in the moonlight, everyone was dumbfounded, almost forgetting their restraints, and were immediately whipped again, screaming repeatedly.

But their hearts were filled with shock.

They never expected that after capturing them, Yuan Yang Daoist would not stop there, but would even capture a true disciple of the Underworld Moon Holy Land!

Was he going to be irreconcilable with the cultivators of Eastern Continent?!

*Whoosh!*

The air currents fluttered, and Xuanji turned in the air, opening her eyes in a daze.

Her silver teeth rubbed together, and she knew that she had fallen to the same level as Zheng Longqiu and the others, but looking at the starlight whips dancing wildly in the air, lashing everyone and causing them to scream.

Her body trembled, but she endured it.

She allowed the omnipresent starlight to turn into shackles, binding her hands and feet, and slowly landed on the ground.

*Buzz~*

Amidst the swirling starlight, a line of large characters appeared in the sky, visible to anyone who looked up:

Weed, sow, cultivate the spiritual field, cultivate spiritual plants...

"Yuan Yang..."

Looking at the object in her hand, which looked like a hoe from the mortal world, Xuanji's body trembled, trembling with anger.

Was he not only killing people, but also destroying their hearts?

But looking at the group of experts being whipped as if they were wearing shackles and dancing like shamans, she bit her lip and endured it:

'Yuan Yang Daoist!!'

.......

*Buzz~*

A heavy and magnificent buzzing sound shook the sky, flowing through thousands of mountains and valleys, awakening the sleeping spirits of plants and trees, and the strange beasts in the mountains.

It rose higher and higher, above the billions of clouds, attracting visible streaks of purple energy.

The purple energy arrived with the sound of the bell, like hundreds of purple waterfalls cascading down, enveloping the 'Ten Thousand Laws Qi Refining Platform'.

This energy was the Primordial Yang Purple Energy, a wisp each day, which could cleanse the divine soul, strengthen the Qi and blood, strengthen the body, and increase physical strength.

This bell was called the Morning Bell.

The bell sound came from the top of the Ten Thousand Laws Dragon Tower, which soared above the ground and was surrounded by countless clouds.

The bell ringer was the Sect Leader of the Ten Thousand Laws Tower, Qian Shisi.

*Hoo~*

*Ha!*

On the vast Ten Thousand Laws Qi Refining Platform, hundreds of thousands of Ten Thousand Laws Tower disciples sat cross-legged on white jade-like stone slabs, bathed in purple energy, listening to the Morning Bell's cleansing.

They began their day of cultivation.

This was a Qi refining assembly that everyone in the Ten Thousand Laws Tower had to attend. Except for disciples in seclusion or those who had gone down the mountain, all disciples below the level of True Disciple had to arrive at this time every day.

Those who missed it would be subject to rather harsh punishments. Those who failed to attend three times would be demoted, from Inner Disciple to Outer Disciple.

Outer Disciples would be demoted to Registered Disciples, and Registered Disciples were not qualified to participate in the 'Ten Thousand Laws Qi Refining Assembly'.

"This wisp of purple energy seems to be purer than a Spiritual Appearance Pill. The cultivation conditions for disciples of large sects are astonishing..."

In one of the many palaces of the Ten Thousand Laws Tower, Yuan Duxiu looked out the window and couldn't help but marvel.

Hundreds of thousands of people refining Qi together was a magnificent sight to behold every time he saw it.

After cultivating the Great Sun True Form Diagram and receiving many pointers from Mu Longcheng, Yuan Duxiu easily joined the Ten Thousand Laws Tower.

However, the Ten Thousand Laws Tower had extremely strict requirements for ordinary entry.

Ten years of handyman work, seven years as a registered disciple, five years as an outer disciple, and another five years to enter the inner sect. As for true disciples, most disciples had no hope for their entire lives.

He was currently a handyman disciple.

Every day he had to cultivate spiritual fields, remove insects, and weed, which was tedious and boring.

"Raising soldiers for a thousand days to use them for a moment. Don't envy them. Once you enter this large sect system, don't ever think about getting out easily..."

Mu Longcheng said faintly, "The Way of Man takes from those who have not enough to give to those who have more than enough. Mediocre people are ultimately just nourishment for the strong."

He had established the Dragon City Group with trillions of assets overseas and controlled the livelihoods of hundreds of thousands or even millions of people, so he had a deep understanding of the word "system."

A system was nothing more than a collection of people.

Those at the top of the pyramid drove those at the bottom to make various efforts for their own goals, ambitions, and dreams.

Under the system, mediocre people were exploited for life. If they had no value, they would be kicked away. Only those with first-class talent and aptitude had the possibility of climbing upward.

But once they entered the system, only a few people would ultimately succeed.

"The survival of the fittest. This is the Way of cultivation."

Yuan Duxiu didn't care.

He was already used to the law of the jungle.

"If you don't want to be exploited, you must become a True Disciple."

Mu Longcheng said, "Lin Yanlong is a True Disciple. Only by being a True Disciple yourself can you have the possibility of competing with him on the same stage. Otherwise, with the status of a True Disciple, it would be too easy to crush you to death."

"True Disciple, how easy is that?"

Yuan Duxiu shook his head.

Sect True Disciples were like the direct descendants of aristocratic families. You either had it or you didn't. The possibility of a handyman disciple being promoted to True Disciple existed, but it was too small, and he couldn't afford to spend the time and energy.

He knew very well that in no more than two and a half years, Lin Yanlong would be competing for the position of First True Disciple.

The First True Disciple of each generation for a hundred years, throughout the generations, was the true seed of a sect and was qualified to inherit the position of Sect Leader.

Once Lin Yanlong became the First True Disciple, even if he became a True Disciple later, he would not be qualified to kill him.

Not to mention that once he became the First True Disciple, he would be granted a spiritual treasure by the sect for protection, and without reaching the Myriad Laws Realm, he would not even be able to go down the mountain at will.

"There are naturally means."

Mu Longcheng was much more interested in the Ten Thousand Laws Tower than Yuan Duxiu, so he put in much more effort, "The simplest way is to find a Dao companion!"

"Dao companion?"

Yuan Duxiu frowned.

"That's right! Do you remember the woman you saw on the day you entered the sect?"

Mu Longcheng asked.

"Are you talking about Senior Sister Miao?"

Yuan Duxiu's heart skipped a beat. He didn't reject finding a Dao companion, but that Senior Sister Miao was no ordinary person.

She was the First True Disciple of the Ten Thousand Laws Tower nine hundred years ago! It was rumored that she had cultivated a 'Blessed Land' and become a powerful figure, with a status even higher than ordinary elders!

Her status was equivalent to that of the Deputy Sect Leader!

Even if Lin Yanlong became the First True Disciple, he would have to obediently call her Senior Sister when he saw her.

"Don't forget what the All-Heavens City King Conferral Stage means in two years..."

Seeing Yuan Duxiu hesitate, Mu Longcheng added slowly, "Lin Yanlong's talent, comprehension, and resources are all above you. If he obtains a King or Marquis inheritance, or even a King or Marquis-level spiritual treasure, in the King Conferral Stage, you will have no chance..."

Yuan Duxiu was silent for a moment. He didn't reject finding a Dao companion, but it had to be consensual after all. To find a powerful figure to be a Dao companion...

Mu Longcheng didn't urge him.

He had a clear understanding of Yuan Duxiu's thoughts, and he just said to himself, "That woman surnamed Miao has a pure Yin constitution by nature. The divine body she cultivates is the 'Taiyin Moon Laurel'. Its nature is compatible with and mutually restrained by the Great Sun. Others may not be able to succeed, but you will definitely succeed.

Not only that, but taking her pure Yin can also adjust your Great Sun True Form to an extremely high level. At that time, your revenge will be as easy as turning your hand..."

"I..."

Yuan Duxiu was still a little hesitant.

Mu Longcheng stopped talking. Hesitation instead of rejection meant that he knew Yuan Duxiu would not refuse.

His divine will looked through Yuan Duxiu's body towards the blue sky:

An Qisheng, you want me to escort him, so I will cultivate a peerless great demon for you!