This immortal has a lot of rebelliousness

The sun is shining brightly and the summer is scorching.

In a bamboo forest deep in the Wenyuan Pavilion, the towering pavilion with carved railings and jade bricks shows its extravagance.

"Something's wrong..."

Next to the terrace built on the mountain.

Zhang Xianling was wearing thin pajamas and lying on the armchair.

Looking at the spirit stones that had already been piled up into a small hill, he showed an expression of great confusion.

"If we count based on the number of people, the number of spirit stones won't add up at all!"

Lift your chin.

Raising an eyebrow at Shen Tuyu who was busy at the side, Zhang Xianling blurted out: "Tell me the truth, kid, did you take kickbacks from me?!"

Since the conclusion of the apprenticeship ceremony three months ago, Zhang Xianling has officially become the last disciple of the headmaster Situ Zhong.

His status is several times higher than Ouyang Yun's back then.

Zhang Xianling was not vague at all.

Not only did he immediately start stirring up trouble in the "Junzitang" without restraint.

They even formulated a cruel "sect fund" policy for the younger generations in all sects.

It probably means——

All peers, including sequence disciples, are required to hand over 20% of their monthly allowance of spirit stones each month, which will be collected and used as reserve resources for the construction of the "Junzi Hall".

But actually.

Anyone with a discerning eye knows that Zhang Xianling is simply finding various excuses and methods to forcibly collect protection fees from all his disciples!

In fact, all the spirit stones had already been pocketed by him, and he didn't even bother to build a sect!

“It’s unfair…”

Shen Tuyu, who was busy cutting watermelon, was suddenly startled. He immediately crawled to Zhang Xianling's side and cried out, "Brother Zhang, how dare I!"

Bend your knees.

Shen Tu Yu fell to his knees with a thud, raised his hands and swore to the sky.

"God knows you, Senior Brother Zhang has been incredibly kind to me, saving me from dire straits. Everything I have now is thanks to you. How could I possibly have second thoughts? Taking kickbacks is absolutely out of the question!"

As the saying goes, when one person succeeds, the whole family will benefit.

As the only follower of Zhang Xianling, Shen Tu Yu is now no longer the same as before. He has become the spokesperson for the chief of the sequence. No one dares to offend him wherever he goes. His status is outrageous.

"Stand up, don't kneel!"

He threw his hand impatiently.

Zhang Xianling summoned a ray of light and lifted Shen Tu Yu up effortlessly.

"How many times have I told you that a man's knees are made of gold? Apart from the heavens and the earth, no one is worth your groveling, including me!"

Hear the words.

Shen Tu Yu shrank his neck and gave a slightly awkward smile.

I have been used to compromising for many years and I can't change my bad habit of being timid and submissive for the time being.

"If I'm not mistaken, the problem should be with that bitch Ouyang Yun, right?"

He then stood up from the armchair.

Zhang Xianling strolled to the edge of the terrace and looked down from a high vantage point. Most of the gate of Junzitang was immediately in his sight.

"Yes, it's her..."

He curled his lips.

Shen Tu Yu's expression was helpless, and he trembled as he said, "Ouyang Yun secretly colluded with two or three Sequencers and openly refused to pay the 'Sect Fund', claiming that he wanted to resist your hegemony and restore order to the Sect."

Drooping eyelids.

Zhang Xianling remained silent, not surprised at the result at all.

Excluding other possibilities, the incorrect number of spirit stones can only mean that someone refused to pay.

Looking at the entire "Junzitang".

The only young peer who dares to challenge him head-on is that green tea bitch Ouyang Yun.

"Haha, what a bright and clear world!"

A cold smile.

Zhang Xianling casually picked up a piece of watermelon from the table, took a bite, shook his head and sighed, "This woman is really stupid. There are undercurrents in the 'Junzitang'. Even if I don't cause trouble, there has never been any peace and order in this damn place."

In fact.

The closer Zhang Xianling got to the center of power, the more he felt the many strange things in "Junzitang".

The gap in talent iteration is only one aspect.

A group of elders, including Situ Zhong, seemed to not care about their disciples' cultivation at all. They left behind the cultivation resources and skills and then disappeared.

Most of the time, they are not seen for more than ten days.

Zhang Xianling felt that this huge mountain gate was like a strange arena.

The younger generations of the sect each joined a faction and then fought each other based on their abilities. As long as no one was killed or the foundation was damaged, almost no elders would intervene.

Big fish eat small fish, small fish eat shrimp.

The entire "Junzitang" gives people a very depressing feeling, as if it believes in the pure law of the jungle, and there is a sense of weirdness inside and out.

"What a damn place, it makes me feel uncomfortable..."

Throw away the melon rind.

Zhang Xianling wiped his mouth and turned around suddenly. The thin nightgown on his body was immediately replaced with a purple brocade robe.

"Xiao Yuzi, put away all these spirit stones. I won't be returning to the cave tonight!"

As soon as these words came out.

Shen Tu Yu was taken aback and asked quickly, "Brother, are you going to the Siku Library again?"

In the past few months since moving to Wenyuan Pavilion.

In addition to amassing wealth in the sect, the place Zhang Xianling went to most often was the "Siku Library".

There are indeed a huge number of classics there. Although he has found most of the magical skills, there are still many documents about the Three Realms and Four Continents.

Zhang Xianling still wanted to find information about the "Linglong Qi Gathering Cauldron".

Under the current circumstances, there is no more money to be made in "Junzitang". The wisest choice is to quickly improve your cultivation strength and leave this place of trouble.

Nodding silently.

Zhang Xianling raised his sleeves to face the wind and said in a deep voice, "Guard the cave well!"

"Yes, senior brother." Shen Tu Yu responded quickly.

With a loud bang~~~

Just as I was about to go out, a deafening roar suddenly came from the distance.

"what happened?!"

Suddenly I heard a noise.

Zhang Xianling stopped and immediately looked outside the terrace in search of the sound.

On the distant horizon, a wisp of green smoke suddenly rose from the endless forest.

"Brother, that direction..."

His brows furrowed slightly.

Shen Tuyu saw the clue at a glance and warned: "It seems that there is a problem with the 'Demon Suppression Cave'!"

"Demon Cave"——

It is a dry well located in the core area of ​​the mountain gate of "Wenyuan Pavilion".

That place has been sealed by an ancient formation for many years. There are many obstacles within a radius of ten miles. Even if a cultivator rashly breaks in, he will be poisoned on the spot.

It is said that the founder of "Junzitang" suppressed many monsters from the Northern Wilderness Continent here.

Therefore, it has always been a restricted area of ​​the sect, and no one is allowed to approach easily.

"Something is wrong!"

as predicted.

As the swirling smoke and dust rose up, a large number of inner disciples became a mess, including some from the Law Enforcement Hall who were responsible for patrolling the mountain gate.

"A black and white demon has just escaped from the 'Demon Suppression Cave'. Hurry and call the elders from the sect. We must stop this damned beast!"