Unfortunately, your purchase ratio is not high enough. You can fatten up your baby until the end of the world before coming back to see him. He sat atop the mountain, in a wheelchair powered by spirit stones. A sudden, sharp pain shot through his mind, and Qingyun couldn't help but cough lightly.

Once he started coughing, he couldn't stop. At the foot of the mountain, a million-strong army, armed and ready for battle, watched Qingyun cough and tremble, and not a single one dared to move.

"This old monster's body can't hold on any longer," the leader said, raising his longsword to boost morale. "Let's all press on and wipe him out today!"

Upon hearing this, Qingyun chuckled softly, and the silk handkerchief stained with golden blood in her hand quietly burst into flames, leaving not a trace of ash.

"You are the hundredth."

Upon hearing this calm voice, the leading man's raised sword trembled slightly, and a hint of fear flashed in his eyes.

Qingyun is a villain, although he didn't understand what "villain" meant until yesterday.

Until yesterday, the Heavenly Dao watched as ninety-nine chosen ones perished at its hands, and finally could not bear it any longer. It forced Qingyun's soul to leave his body and controlled him to reincarnate, preparing to wear down his energy world by world.

Qingyun only learned a little information during his confrontation with the energy that the Heavenly Dao had planted in his body.

This time, the term "chosen one" wasn't wrong; Qingyun truly couldn't hold on any longer. Although his cultivation was profound, he was utterly powerless against the will of Heaven.

There's always a way.

Qingyun reached out and unleashed a burst of sword energy, attacking the leading man without warning.

As soon as the attack was launched, the entire sky suddenly darkened.

They've arrived!

A glint of light flashed in Qingyun's eyes. He had been wondering how the Heavenly Dao would react if he were willing to destroy his soul rather than submit to it.

The man leading the group at the foot of the mountain barely managed to block Qingyun's attack, but the next attack followed one after another, each more ferocious than the last.

Dark clouds slowly gathered above Qingyun's head, their color already as black as ink.

Qingyun appeared frantic, like a trapped beast struggling for its life, yet his eyes held an extreme calm. His target wasn't the "protagonist" below the mountain, but the Heavenly Dao!

Finally, a thin, black bolt of lightning broke through the clouds and descended towards Qingyun.

Qingyun's eyes flashed, and a barely perceptible smile appeared on her lips.

In the blink of an eye, the thunderbolt entered Qingyun Tianling, pulverizing him from body to soul.

The proud Heavenly Dao will never allow an ant to repeatedly defy it. Since Qingyun is unwilling to be controlled, then it will be completely annihilated.

The black lightning swirled for a while, confirming that the energy consumed to eliminate Qingyun was correct, before slowly dissipating.

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"Excuse me, excuse me! I'll take you to change your clothes." The waiter carrying the tray hurriedly apologized, glancing at the wine stains on the man's exquisite custom-made suit, and biting his lip as if he were uneasy.

"The suit... I'll pay for the suit..."

"Hmm? How are you planning to compensate me?"

Nie Chenyuan looked at the clumsy waiter in front of him, raised an eyebrow, and spoke in an ambiguous tone.

"I...I..." The waiter stammered, his face flushed with nervousness. "I can do anything, I can do anything!"

The language, though seemingly chaotic, is highly suggestive.

Nie Chenyuan chuckled softly and whispered in the waiter's ear, "Then... could you...?"

"Tell me who sent you here!"

The voice turned cold instantly, and before the blush on the waiter's face had faded, cold sweat broke out on his forehead.

Nie Chenyuan straightened up and gestured to the two bodyguards in black behind him to take the person away.

He glanced at the wine stains on his clothes and shrugged helplessly: "Today is a celebration banquet for Yuhao to win the Ancient Martial Arts Tournament. It seems I'll have to be impolite."

As he spoke, he walked upstairs to the lounge, intending to tidy up a bit first.

As I gripped the doorknob of the lounge, a faint smell of blood wafted over.

Nie Chenyuan's smile faltered; it seemed there was another kitten inside.

A few words came from the other side of the corridor, and Nie Chenyuan frowned and looked over. At that moment, the door to the lounge suddenly opened, and a pair of hands grabbed his throat and dragged him inside.

"Clatter"

Blood dripped onto Nie Chenyuan's hand. He tilted his head back, following the force on his neck, but his eyes lowered slightly as he looked at the person holding him hostage.

The man was almost a head shorter than him, and from this angle, all that could be seen was the man's fair and pert nose, which appeared even more prominent against the backdrop of crimson blood.

In the corridor.

"Yuhao, why did you suddenly change your clothes?"

His female companion asked softly, her voice tinged with a hint of jealousy. At such a banquet, it wasn't a good sign if her male companion suddenly changed his clothes.

"What are you thinking about?" Lin Yuhao stopped adjusting his tie, lowered his head and kissed his female companion's forehead. "Don't you think my outfit goes better with your dress?"

As he spoke, he glanced at the little finger of his left hand out of the corner of his eye and secretly rubbed the bloodstains remaining between his fingers.

"Where did Brother Nie go? I need to say hello to him properly." Lin Yuhao asked casually, slowly walking towards the lounge where Nie Chenyuan was.

"I heard she went to the lounge with the waiter."

Upon hearing this, Lin Yuhao's lips curled into a smile tinged with disdain. He had heard that Nie Chenyuan, the heir of the Nie family, was known for his womanizing ways, and he hadn't expected it to be true. However, he would only be able to tell the effects himself after seeing for himself.

"Oh? Are you feeling unwell? We need to go see him..."

Lin Yuhao's voice grew closer and closer.

Nie Chenyuan tightened his grip on his neck, but instead of panicking, he leaned down and whispered in the ear of the boy holding him hostage, "What? Afraid he'll find out?"

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