"Hey, it's dangerous here. If I hadn't shown up in time, those two would have stolen all your belongings. Teaming up with me would be all the better." Zhang Zitong hurriedly chased after him, even trying to tug at his sleeve to ask for clarification, but she grabbed nothing and froze on the spot.
Zuan, remembering that the other person had meant well, stopped and reminded him, "Are you very proud of your legs?"
Zhang Zitong's face flushed, and her long legs instinctively came together. One knee was slightly bent, and her toes gently tapped behind her: "I thought you were different from others, but I didn't expect you to be like this too."
Zuan was speechless for a moment: "Don't you know where you are? There are ruthless people all around, and you still specially wore shorts just to show off your legs? You're not bad looking, are you afraid of not attracting attention?"
After all, the other party was once his subordinate and had just "saved" him, so there were some things he needed to remind him of.
Zhang Zitong also realized that something was wrong, but she refused to admit it, her fingers cracking as she said, "I don't usually dress like this. If anyone dares to mess with me, I'll teach them why the flowers are so red."
"Heh." Zu An sneered and walked away.
He came here intending to keep a low profile, and if there was such a beautiful woman who attracted hatred next to him, he wouldn't be able to get anything done.
He had originally wanted to find out why she was there, but when he saw that she wanted to team up with him, he immediately realized that she didn't know much about the place either, and probably just wanted to find a local guide.
Given that, he certainly wouldn't team up with the other party to avoid hindering each other.
Zhang Zitong was genuinely taken aback, never expecting him to refuse so decisively. She hurriedly chased after him, saying, "Really, won't you reconsider? My cultivation level is very high!"
"I can see that your cultivation level is mediocre, and you probably don't have the ability to protect yourself. I can protect you."
"Hey, can you say something?"
...
As a result, the other party ignored her and left without looking back, as if avoiding a plague.
"Hey, you!" Zhang Zitong seemed unable to bring herself to chase after him in the end. Looking at the other person's back, she couldn't help but stomp her foot, somewhat angry.
Anger from Zhang Zitong: +37 +37 +37...
Over the years, because of her beauty and long legs, even within the Embroidered Robe Envoy, her colleagues have been eager to curry favor with her. When has she ever been ignored like this?
Uh, no, it seems like the Eleventh Prince did the same thing before.
Hmph, what makes this guy worthy of being compared to the Eleventh Lord!
Thinking of that person, Zhang Zitong sighed softly, her face filled with melancholy.
After leaving, Zuan headed straight for the magnificent, golden building high up.
From a distance, it looked like a complex of buildings, but upon closer inspection, it turned out to be just a single building with a very peculiar shape, somewhat resembling a stadium I had seen in my previous life. Faint sounds could be heard coming from inside, suggesting that there were quite a few people inside.
However, there seemed to be an array around the building, making the sounds unclear and the specific content impossible to understand.
He suddenly stopped in his tracks, noticing some guards at the entrance of the building checking the small metal tags in the hands of people entering and leaving.
"Is that an invitation?" Zu An frowned. He had arrived here by breaking the formation, so naturally he didn't have an invitation.
He looked around and found that the building seemed to be sealed off from the outside, with faint traces of various defensive formations on it. It wouldn't be difficult for him to break through them, but sneaking in under the watchful eyes of everyone was not very realistic.
"Get out of the way!" At that moment, someone shoved him hard from behind.
Zu An could naturally avoid it, but there were many people around, and he was worried that others would see his cultivation level, so he simply let the other party push him.
Pretending to turn around, I saw a young man with an impatient expression and a cold look between his brows. Beside him was a woman of similar age. Judging from their attire, they were clearly together.
The woman was somewhat attractive, but her expression was indifferent, clearly indicating that she was used to such things.
Seeing Zu An step aside, the young master smiled contemptuously, seemingly looking down on him for not even having the courage to resist. He didn't bother to look at him again and continued walking inside with his female companion.
"Cousin, do you think we can pass the Holy Church's test this time?"
"Don't worry, with my cousin here, we'll definitely be able to join successfully this time, and we'll definitely become a personal disciple of some important figure."
"I could never learn your magnanimity, cousin. If you really succeed, the Wu and Zhu families will surely rise to a higher level."
...
Although the two were talking quietly, how could they escape the notice of Zu'an?
Zu An's heart skipped a beat. So this was the place where the Demonic Sect tested and recruited disciples. No wonder the building was arranged so meticulously.
But then, where exactly is their headquarters?
The young couple had just arrived at the main entrance when they were quickly stopped by the guards: "Qualification tokens!"
The young woman quickly pulled out a token and handed it to him. The guard examined it, nodded, and waved for her to go inside.
Then she looked at the young man and asked, "What about yours?"
The young man had a cold and arrogant expression. He casually reached into his pocket, but suddenly his expression froze. He was no longer as calm as before, and his other hand began to search his body.
"Cousin, what's wrong?" the young woman asked upon seeing this.
"I can't seem to find the token?" The young man looked anxious, his earlier nonchalant and carefree demeanor completely gone.
"What if I forgot to bring it?" the woman asked anxiously.
"Impossible, I touched it not long ago and it's still there." Cold sweat broke out on the young man's forehead. His family had exhausted all their resources and prepared for so long. If they failed because of something like this, how could they face their family when they got back?
"Get out of my way!" A cold voice came from behind him, and then he was roughly pushed aside.
His brows furrowed instantly, and when he turned around, he found that it was the same passerby from before.
"If you don't have a token, get out of the way. You're wasting everyone's time." Zu An handed the token in his hand to the guard. His words immediately resonated with the other people in line, who all began to criticize the young master.
"You..." The young master's face turned a deep shade of purple. Just as he was about to say something, his gaze suddenly fell on the token, and he hurriedly said, "This token is mine!"
Anger from Wu Bi: +499 +499 +499...
Zuan smiled slightly: "Just because you say it's yours doesn't mean it's yours. Do you think it will answer when you call it?"
After saying that, he went straight into the venue.
"You brat, don't go!" Wu Bi was both shocked and furious. He instinctively tried to grab the other person, but was stopped by the guards.
Rage from Wu Bi: +666 +666 +666...
"No entry without a token!"
Wu Bi: "..."
Zuan naturally didn't take this guy seriously. After entering the venue, he saw that it was divided into many booths, each of which seemed to be a branch of the Three Sects and Six Paths of the Demonic Cult.
It seems that each branch recruits its own disciples.
Zuan's gaze first fell on the booth of the Heavenly Demon Sect, which was the most lively place, because the examiners in charge seemed to be all beautiful women, naturally attracting the most attention.
Zuan breathed a sigh of relief. He was still recruiting disciples as usual, so it seemed there wasn't a big problem.
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