Among the five paranoid male protagonists, who do you want me to choose?

"This is obviously my Senior Brother Shen. I would recognize him even if he turned into ashes." Wan Ning was still stubborn.

The tug-of-war between the few people attracted the attention of the monks passing by, and some even stopped to eat the melons.

"Tsk, another scene of two women fighting over one man." The old man at the roadside stall started to crack melon seeds.

"One man and one woman haven't changed, but the other woman has."

"Looks so familiar! I think I saw this scene last month. That young man was a hot commodity. If I were a few years younger, I would also be the target of many female cultivators' pursuit."

"It's nice to be young."

Just as the two were arguing, a young man came towards them.

He was wearing a jade-white robe, a feather crown on his head, and his black hair was half tied up. He was holding a magic sword, his eyebrows were cold, and the aura of a peerless master lingered around him.

Yu Zhao glanced at him indifferently.

Tsk.

Bking is here, oh no, the real one is here.

Seeing Shen Yuzhuo coming towards her, Wan Ning looked at him in disbelief, then looked at Zhuo.

The two young men had exactly the same faces. She was a little dazed, her eyes darting between them. She had never heard that Senior Brother Shen had any brothers or sisters.

Moreover, the young man in front of her looked exactly like him... Standing face to face, it was like looking in a mirror, so it was no wonder that she made a mistake.

Wan Ning hesitated, wanting to ask for more details, "Senior Brother Shen, he..."

"Go back." Shen Yuzhuo looked at her with cold eyes. Even though they were from the same sect, he didn't want her to interfere in his and Zhuo's affairs.

Wan Ning still refused to give up and continued, "But Senior Brother Shen, Master asked me to..."

"Go back." The young man looked at her proudly, then quickly turned his gaze away, his lips straightened. "After I return, I will definitely report the truth to Master. Do I need to say it a third time?"

As soon as the words fell, Wan Ning trembled all over and quickly walked through the crowd and left the place. She knew that this tone was a sign that Senior Brother Shen was angry, and she didn't dare to say another word.

Such a crazy tone.

Yu Zhao watched silently from the side. After not seeing him for two years, Shen Yuzhuo's aura became even more terrifying.

He has the demeanor of the chief disciple of Haoyun Sect, and his aura is overwhelming as soon as he appears.

I just don't know when he will pay me back.

She recorded every detail in a small notebook.

Noticing Yu Zhao's gaze on him, Shen Yuzhuo's eyes flickered slightly, and for a moment he couldn't figure out what she meant, staring at his face as soon as they met.

vulgar.

He frowned and snorted with disdain.

Yu Zhao was baffled. Was this how all sword cultivators acted? He also looked down on others and had a sour face every day. No wonder so many cultivators disliked him and he had a bad reputation.

She didn't indulge him and asked directly, "Shen Yuzhuo, can you pay me back now?"

Pay back the money...

Shen Yuzhuo's expression froze. He pinched his sleeves and lowered his voice, "Can you wait a little longer?"

If he hadn't mentioned it, he would have almost forgotten that he still owed her money.

But when he was chasing the escaped demon cultivator two days ago, he broke a lot of things along the way. Those people came to Haoyun Sect to collect the debt. The things in his storage bag were all mortgaged, and the only things he had on him were his clothes and the Youlong Sword.

"How long will it take?" Yu Zhao glanced at him playfully, feeling secretly happy at his embarrassed look. He was just pretending, wasn't he pretending just now?

Be honest now.

She hadn't seen him for two years and was afraid that he would disappear again, so the first thing she asked for was to pay back the money.

Shen Yuzhuo's eyes were dark, and even if he was down and out, he would never lose his composure.

After thinking for a moment, he said, "Two months."

Let’s just believe him for now. Yu Zhao yawned and continued to stroll with the two of them.

But in the eyes of Shen Yuzhuo who was staring at her from behind, it was a different picture. Yu Zhao was "hugging women left and right" and was very happy.

If she is happy, he will be unhappy.

Shen Yuzhuo twitched the corner of his mouth slightly and called her loudly.

"Yu Zhao, are you going to the Tianjiao Conference in a month?"

It's just a group of disciples from the sect competing for opportunities and competing for first or second place.

Yu Zhao would definitely not do anything that was of no benefit or thankless.

The cold spring on the side pressed down with the eyelashes, explaining.

"Senior Sister, the Tianjiao Conference is jointly organized by the three top-tier sects. It is said that the top ten will receive the Flowing Cloud Order, free entry and exit from the Qingyue Yaochi, one million spirit stones, and the right to have Tianbao Pavilion maintain their magic tools for ten years free of charge."

"The leader can also hold a ceremony to confer the title and receive the blessing of Saint Jiyue."

It is said that Qingyue Yaochi was built by the goddess Qingyue when she came down to earth to experience hardships. The spiritual power inside is so abundant that it directly condensed into the pool water, which shows how vast its spiritual power is.

Tianbao Pavilion is a paradise for magical instruments. The cost of maintaining it once is as high as 100,000 spirit stones, which is not affordable for ordinary cultivators. It takes a full ten years.

Yu Zhao's eyes instantly fell into money, and the Jinghong Sword on his back trembled restlessly, and he was extremely excited.

"Yes, of course I will." The girl's light-colored eyes were filled with tiny starlight, as if money had become her lifelong pursuit.

Thinking about the rapid progress of her training in Qingyue Yaochi, Yu Zhao clenched her fists with high morale. She was going to make a name for herself!

I haven't been away from home for two years, so I have to go out and explore the world.

Hearing her answer, Shen Yuzhuo's eyes became deep, like an unfathomable black abyss. He clenched the hilt of the Youlong Sword, causing the Youlong Sword Spirit to wail in his ears.

His ears were ringing, but he slowly loosened the hilt of the sword. He wanted to defeat her fairly at the Tianjiao Conference and put an end to her troubles once and for all.

He hid the darkness in his eyes, walked backwards and disappeared into the crowd.

On the bustling street, Leng Quanyi lowered her eyes, thinking of the Qingyue Goddess who had endured tribulations. She whispered, "Senior Sister, are there really gods in this world?"

"Yes, I did before." Yu Zhao blinked, "I don't know now."

She's talking nonsense.

In fact, according to the world view of the original work, there were ancient gods in this world of immortal cultivation. Later, for unknown reasons, the gods underwent a large-scale migration, and all the gods disappeared without a trace overnight.

Gods symbolize miracles. They are more powerful than immortals, so powerful that it is unimaginable. Many things in this world bear traces of gods.

For example, they left behind some inheritance, artifacts, legends and so on.