I'm just a swineherd, not a beastmaster.

Five floors.

Just like the scene just now, as soon as I walked forward, all the sounds and scenes on the previous floor disappeared.

What greeted me were strange yet familiar faces.

“This floor is so lively.”

There was a huge crowd of people, all with angry looks on their faces.

Yuan Feng was still sighing when he was scolded: "Waste!"

"Hey, why are you scolding me? You and I..."

Just as he was about to start a retort, a new face stepped forward: "You deserve to be crushed, you incompetent bug."

One after another, faces came forward and started to attack Yuan Feng with foul language.

After being scolded and filled with anger, Yuan Fengkai finally realized that this level was meant to arouse his anger. If he was stupid enough to keep talking back, he would be trapped.

"Damn it! Don't underestimate the ability of office workers to withstand stress!"

This little bit of sweet talk is far inferior to the PUA of my vicious boss in my previous life.

"When it comes to foul language, you are still too naive. I felt nothing inside and even wanted to laugh."

With a mocking remark, Yuan Feng acted like a coward and rushed forward: "I won't listen to you, you bastard!"

After reaching the sixth floor, he felt a sense of relief as if he had sailed through thousands of mountains. He didn’t know if it was an illusion, but after being scolded, Yuan Feng felt much more relaxed.

"Bad thing, I'm not developing a weird habit, am I?"

Yuan Feng couldn't help but shudder and quickly turned his attention to the sixth floor.

This floor was surprisingly quiet, and there were no strange people or things, as if it was just a staircase.

But after going through the torture of the previous few levels, Yuan Feng knew it was not that simple.

After making sufficient mental preparation, he stepped onto the stairs carefully.

"Hi~!"

As soon as he stepped on it, his facial features were distorted by the pain.

"Why is there a needle on these damn stairs?"

Yuan Feng was very sure that he had stepped on more than one needle and felt that the soles of his feet were about to be pierced.

But when he took off his shoes, his feet were bare, without even the slightest injury, and there was not a single needle to be seen on the stairs.

"So that's how it is." Yuan Feng suddenly realized, "It's an illusion, testing my ability to endure pain."

Taking a deep breath, he regained his confidence.

"This is similar to an acupressure mat. Come on, attack my kidney reflexology area and I'll make your kidneys as strong as steel!"

"Ouch, it hurts!"

Yuan Feng almost jumped to the seventh floor.

Even a kidney of steel could not withstand this level of pain. Yuan Feng felt that he was too arrogant, but fortunately he still managed to get up.

As soon as I reached the seventh floor, I smelled a fragrance, the aroma of food.

Plates of delicacies from land and sea floated strangely in the air, as if tempting Yuan Feng to come forward and feast on them.

The tempting aroma made Yuan Feng want to take a bite even though he had just eaten some delicious food.

"A stranger gave me candy, no, no!"

Fortunately, memories from his early childhood awakened his sanity.

Holding back the drooling of his mouth, he finally reached the eighth floor.

Looking up, I finally saw the end. It seems that this tower has only nine floors.

Fortunately, there are only nine floors. Each floor is so torturous. Yuan Feng doesn't dare to think about whether he can withstand it if there are more floors.

According to what the female disciple said, someone was waiting for her up there, and she hoped there would be no more tests.

The end is right in front of us, and we have to pay more attention.

Yuan Feng took a deep breath before stepping onto the stairs.

"Boom..."

There was a clear sound of footsteps coming from above.

Yuan Feng looked up in surprise.

Someone came down.

Is this the person you want to see?

What surprised Yuan Feng was that although his eyesight was very good, he still couldn't see the face of the person coming down from above. He wanted to use his spiritual sense to observe, but still couldn't see clearly.

But as the person above approached, his face finally became clear.

"It's you?" After seeing clearly, Yuan Feng's face was filled with surprise.

"It's me. Long time no see." The man was wearing a cheap black suit that looked faded from being washed so many times. He had a tired look on his face and greeted Yuan Feng like an old friend.

Yuan Feng and he couldn't be good friends, because that was just him.

To be precise, it was him in his previous life.

Yuan Feng didn’t know why he saw his past self, but the moment he saw him, a nameless ghost fire rose in his heart.

After experiencing the previous few levels, Yuan Feng's ability to control his anger has improved qualitatively, but when he saw his past self, he still couldn't suppress his anger.

"Damn it! Aren't you dead?"

Yuan Feng stepped forward and grabbed his previous life’s collar.

"I can't die. As long as you are still alive, I can't die." A strange smile appeared on the tired face of the previous life.

"Laugh! You still have the nerve to laugh!" Yuan Feng was so angry that he punched his former life in the face, "The boss scolded you for no reason, why didn't you talk back!"

"Others have wronged you, why don't you explain!" Every time Yuan Feng questioned, he would punch him hard.

“Why don’t you dare call the police if you get scammed?”

"Why do you always let it go after you've suffered a loss?"

"Why are you being a wimp!"

……

Finally, Yuan Feng got tired of fighting and stopped.

"Because I'm afraid..." The previous life finally had time to speak.

"What are you afraid of?!" Yuan Feng raised his fist again.

"I don't know. I just... don't have the confidence."

After saying this in his previous life, Yuan Feng raised his fist but did not strike again.

"Yeah, you have no confidence. You have nothing. Your monthly salary is only 3,000 yuan, but it is deducted by your black-hearted boss. How can you be confident?"

Yuan Feng put his arm around his previous life's shoulder, like two brothers chatting about life after work, and sat on the stairs.

"You have no confidence, so you deserve to be lucky. But now it's different. I am a monk. My fist is hard, and you should die. How can a person who is lucky still be alive?"

"Yeah, I deserve to die..." The face of the previous life seemed to be cleared up like a cloud of sorrow, "You have made it, and I deserve to die."

Yuan Feng's hand on his past life's shoulder suddenly felt empty. He turned around in surprise and saw his past self dissipating like starlight.

With the passing of his previous life, the inexplicable stone in Yuan Feng's heart also disappeared.

Suddenly he felt a sense of reconciliation with the past.

He waved his sleeves and lightly climbed up to the ninth floor.

"Interesting..." A gentle female voice suddenly came, "This is the first time I've met someone who can reconcile with his own inner demons."

"Inner demon?" Was that an inner demon just now? Yuan Feng didn't understand, but since he had already come up, there was no need to think too much about it, no matter whether it was an inner demon or a strange hallucination.

Yuan Feng quickly focused his attention on the female voice.

Looking ahead, there is a bead curtain, and behind the curtain, there is a graceful figure lying on her side. The person who is talking should be the woman inside.

When Yuan Feng was ready for battle, the person behind the curtain spoke again:

"Zhang the Kid also had good intentions. He didn't send anyone up to this tower. He thought that as long as he could get up, he could help me. But in fact, my situation has nothing to do with whether I can get up to this tower. I couldn't bear to see Zhang the Kid feel discouraged, so I told him the truth.

This lack of compassion caused many disciples to fail to climb the tower."

"Zhang boy?"

Who are you calling... Yuan Feng was stunned.

I can't call myself Zhang, right? My last name isn't Zhang either.

That is to call him Sect Master Zhang. He is that old, and the voice behind the curtain is obviously young. Is it really appropriate to call an old man like that?

Yuan Feng didn't understand the ins and outs of the Red Sail Beast Sect, but he expressed his respect.

"This... girl, Sect Master Zhang asked me to come and see the spirit beast. May I ask where the spirit beast is?"

"Hehehe..." The woman behind the curtain suddenly laughed.

Yuan Feng scratched his head, not understanding what she was laughing at.

"I'm already over ten thousand years old, you calling me girl, I'm afraid it's inappropriate, right?"

"what?"

Ten thousand years?

Yuan Feng almost dropped his jaw in shock. It turned out that a woman’s voice could not be trusted.

Qiao Biluo is a lesson for us. It turns out that there is an old witch behind the curtain.

"Then I should call you... Auntie?"

"You and I are not related, so it is not appropriate to call me aunt. You are just a little disciple, so you should call me respected ancestor."

"Respected Ancestor? But I'm not a disciple of the Red Sail Beast Sect, so why don't you just call me senior?"

"Oh? You are the one Zhang invited from outside. Then I will take a look."

As he was speaking, there was a rustling sound inside, probably someone getting off the bed.

The bead curtain opened, and a figure in a red gauze dress slowly floated out. Yuan Feng was a little stunned.

This isn't an old witch.