Negative Energy Transfer: System Domination

No one dared to take the risk.

Anyone who can cultivate to the Golden Elixir stage is not a fool.

Then the entire competition was officially declared over.

Han Changkong, first in foundation building and first in golden elixir.

This made Zhong Wan very happy.

As he walked, he said, "This is my disciple."

Yes, that’s right, this is my disciple.

Then came the banquet, a time for communication with the disciples.

Han Changkong is obviously the object of pursuit of these disciples.

Especially the group of female disciples from Piaomiao Sect.

Afterwards, he called him "Senior Brother Han" on the left and "Brother" on the right.

Han Changkong gradually lost himself.

The day before the sunset event ended.

Han Tianhai arrived as expected, exhausted.

Then all the disciples of Wentian Sect set out overnight.

On the flying boat.

"Changkong, you must have offended quite a few people this time."

After hearing Han Tianhai's words, Zhong Wan said:

"Sect Master, Han Changkong is also trying to bring honor to the sect."

"Junior Sister Zhong, you know that's not what I meant."

Han Tianhai continued:

"This is too sharp, it will be targeted."

Han Changkong said:

"Master, don't worry. I know what's going on. If nothing unexpected happens, the Qingyun Sect will help us."

Are you kidding? In this whole world, only their sect can save their Holy Son.

Even if they are enemies, they must send us back to the sect safely first.

But they were obviously overthinking it.

The sect elders had already received the news.

The leader of the Wendao Sect, Han Tianhai, came personally to protect his disciples.

How could a group of combined elders possibly defeat a Mahayana cultivator?

So everyone returned to the Wendao Sect peacefully.

"Junior sister, go and refine the elixir. The elders from Qingyun Sect should still be waiting in the market."

Hearing Han Changkong's words.

Shangguan Xue nodded slightly:

"Brother, is Liu Changqing okay?"

"Don't worry, there shouldn't be any major problems, but there should be plenty of minor ones."

Within two months of traveling from Piaomiao Sect to Wendao Sect.

Han Changkong takes drugs from time to time.

Disgusting Liu Changqing.

The main reason is that he is the son of destiny, and Liu Changqing is afraid of being pushed too far.

Then suddenly I get some opportunity and I soar to success.

Who can bear this?

Then the entire Wendao Sect began to fall into peace.

However, there is no other sect in this entire continent except the Wending Sect.

The other sects are quite lively.

The most lively one is the Yin Gui Sect.

Especially Chu Tianxiao, who was struck by lightning every day.

Fortunately, I won the reward of being in the top three of the event.

This thing is called the Qi Gathering Bead.

It can quickly help cultivators gather spiritual energy and increase their cultivation speed.

But it was changed by Laogui.

Now this Qi Gathering Bead no longer absorbs spiritual energy.

Instead, it absorbs the evil energy.

Therefore, Chu Tianxiao's cultivation speed is extremely rapid.

However, other cultivators of the Yin Gui Sect were not so lucky.

"Brother, I've fallen from Nascent Soul to Golden Core. I can't take it anymore!"

Then, he started to play badly.

As a result, after I started to play badly, the thunder didn't strike me anymore.

The main hall of the Yin Gui Sect.

"What? You said you won't be struck by lightning if you give up practicing?"

Fang Zhengzong, the leader of the Yin Gui Sect, stared at the disciple in front of him in surprise.

"Yes, Sect Master, as soon as we recover, we will be injured by lightning and our cultivation will drop."

"That's right. After our cultivation dropped by half, we stopped moving."

Fang Zhengzong was confused.

Could it be that God is suppressing me, a ghost cultivator?

"Are there any issues with just the ten of you?"

"Reporting to the Sect Master, at first, more than a dozen people had problems, but those with lower cultivation levels have all been reduced to ashes, leaving only us Nascent Soul cultivators."

What the hell does this mean? Shouldn't those with higher cultivation be beaten to death?

When Fang Zhengzong thought of this, he hurried to find his ancestor.

"I already know about this. This must be a curse."

Fang Zhengzong was stunned when he heard what Lao Gui said.

I, a ghost cultivator, was actually cursed.

Wouldn't it be funny to tell others this?

Lao Gui saw Fang Zhengzong’s worry.

"You don't need to be so anxious. They are just some Yuanying disciples. They can't affect our Yin Gui Sect."

"Ancestor, won't this spread to other people in our sect? And, and~"

"If you have something to say, just say it. A grown man is always whining."