Junlin's small request truly satisfied the onlookers.
But then, someone realized what was happening.
"That can't be right. If he, at the peak of the ninth realm, were to self-destruct, it seems like we'd all be in trouble."
"Whatever, I'll run away!"
"Don't worry, he won't dare to self-destruct. As soon as you let go of his foot, he will definitely choose to run away."
"That's not necessarily true. What if he can survive by self-destructing?"
Do you want to hear what you're saying?
"..."
Junlin's simple request, coupled with a few words from the crowd, directly triggered a reaction in the man being trampled under Junlin's feet.
He roared, "If you have the guts, then kill me!"
"good."
Junlin granted the man's request, stomping on his head until it burst, and then summoned the Human Emperor Banner to collect his soul.
This unexpected scene amused the onlookers, who had never seen such a request before.
The farce ended, and the onlookers dispersed.
The catalyst for this incident, the demonic cultivator girl, has disappeared without a trace.
However, Junlin didn't care, because he did it on purpose. The bait had already been cast, and he just didn't know if he could catch a bigger fish.
The Heavenly Demon Holy City is full of demonic cultivators or evil cultivators. These people, while not exactly utterly wicked, are not much better than him.
This can be seen from the crowd of onlookers just now.
As I strolled through the city, I could hear the voices of storytellers.
"In the blink of an eye, when faced with the Heavenly Net Formation set up by the young master of the Ruan family, Luo Jie not only did not retreat, but instead chose to confront it head-on, and destroyed the young master of the Ruan family's formation in an instant..."
Even in the Heavenly Demon Holy City, storytellers still exist.
After all, listening to audiobooks is a form of entertainment, and where there is consumption, there is a market.
However, the storyteller exaggerated somewhat. He clearly ignored the formation, but in the storyteller's words, it was as if he directly destroyed the formation.
Honestly... they've toned it down a bit!
They could have exaggerated it further, for example, he shattered space with one punch, scaring Ruan Xingyun into begging for mercy.
"Is this really true? It sounds a bit far-fetched to me," a middle-aged man listening to the story couldn't help but complain.
The reputation of the three ancient families is known to everyone, and as the young master of the three families, his strength is naturally beyond question.
This was the first time he had ever heard of the name Ke Luo Jie.
As a result, this unknown fellow actually defeated the young master of the Ruan family at the martial arts tournament.
Moreover, it is said that not only the young master of the Ruan family, but also the Wu family and the Jun family lost.
This is absolutely outrageous!
Someone provided an answer to the middle-aged man's question.
"It should be true. Although these storytellers may exaggerate the details and add their own biases, the result is generally not a problem."
"Indeed, and I've heard of Luo Jie. He was one of the participants in the selection of the Holy Son of the Daoless Holy Land this time, but I didn't expect him to be so strong."
"So, if the storyteller didn't distort the facts, then Luo Jie should be this year's Holy Son?"
"Not necessarily, but he has strength that surpasses that of the young masters of the three ancient families. It shouldn't be difficult for him to take the position of Holy Son."
"..."
The storyteller was telling his tale on stage, while the audience below began to discuss another Luo Jie.
Junlin listened with great interest from the side.
Luo Jie's sudden emergence as a candidate for the Holy Son of the Daoless Holy Land was truly unexpected.
To participate in the selection of the Holy Son, one's cultivation level must reach the half-step Supreme Realm.
It cannot be too high, nor too low.
This means that Luo Jie's cultivation level has now caught up with his.
Although he wasted a year due to the Reverse Flow Mountains.
But judging from the speed at which Luo Jie's cultivation level has improved and the speed at which his status and position have developed, one can only say that this is what it means to be a chosen one.
Perhaps this selection of the Holy Son was specifically tailor-made for Luo Jie.
If he had arrived any later, he might have met "Luo Jie, the Holy Son of the Unrighteous Holy Land".
The storyteller continued his passionate and vivid narration, adding his own embellishments to the story.
As Junlin turned to leave, a woman blocked his way.
"Young master, my master invites you." The woman's tone was gentle, and she seemed to have no hostility.
"Who?" Jun Lin raised an eyebrow. A big fish has taken the bait? It can't be this fast.
“Jun Wuyai,” the woman replied.
"...Alright, lead the way."
...
Led by the woman, Junlin arrived at a luxurious private room on the top floor of a restaurant.
Jun Wuyai is enjoying tea here.
Standing beside him was a demonic cultivator girl, who was happily massaging Jun Wuyai's shoulders.
Upon seeing Jun Lin enter, the demonic cultivator's eyes lit up, and she pointed at him, exclaiming, "Yes! It's him! Brother Wuya, you have to avenge me!"
The girl's tone was affected and pretentious, and her intentions were quite obvious.
Junlin recognized the girl in front of him; she was the bait he had deliberately let escape earlier.
But instead of catching the big fish, they ended up getting stuck with Jun Wuyai.
Jun Wuyai smiled slightly, ignoring the girl beside him, and gestured with his hand, "Sit."
Jun Lin didn't stand on ceremony and sat down directly opposite Jun Wuyai.
The woman who led Junlin here came forward to pour him tea.
The demonic cultivator girl was confused for a moment. "Brother Wuya, what are you doing? Weren't you going to avenge me?"
Junlin's expression turned strange upon hearing this.
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