I tricked you into thinking you had the makings of an emperor, but you actually did it?

Xu Lingyue once said that the true disciples of the inner domain all revolve around the Wind and Cloud Ranking, the Heavenly Demon Battlefield, and the Demon Suppression Tower.

The first two are not suitable for Shen Ming, who has only just entered the second stage of the Innate Realm.

The second realm is called the Divine Treasury Realm.

The five divine treasures correspond to the five internal organs of the human body.

The true disciples on the Wind and Cloud Ranking have filled at least two Divine Treasures.

The Heavenly Demon Battlefield is extremely dangerous, unlike the selection process where there were high-ranking sect members to protect you.

Every year, true disciples die inside, so challenging the Demon Suppression Tower is the most suitable option.

There is no loss in failing a challenge, but you can learn the true secrets if you succeed.

The nine ultimate techniques of the Xuantian Sect all have higher-level true transmission techniques.

For example, the Xuan Tian Finger corresponds to the Xuan Xin Ao Miao Jue, and the You Tian Bu corresponds to the Tai Qing You Tian Bu.

These true techniques cannot be learned by anyone other than a true disciple. Shen Ming previously had a jade token from the deputy sect leader that allowed him to learn unique skills, but he couldn't learn the true techniques.

That night, Shen Ming did not cultivate the "Moon Spirit Technique" to absorb moonlight.

The Golden Peach Tree can now bear fruit that is a hundred years old, some good and some bad.

The good thing is that the century-old golden peach is comparable to a heavenly elixir; the bad thing is that the fruit needs more time to ripen.

"A century" does not refer to the number of years of growth, but rather represents the quality.

Within this grotto-heaven, without the aid of spiritual liquid, the Golden Peach Spirit Tree will not bear fruit again for at least ten years.

Shen Ming doesn't need the century-old golden peaches now. If he uses spiritual liquid to ripen them in advance, the fruit might rot on the ground and attract thieves.

In the middle of the night, Shen Ming was sleeping soundly when he suddenly felt a heavy weight on his chest.

He groggily opened his eyes and saw a pair of glowing eyes staring at him.

The spirit of the moon was resting on his chest!

His eyes were slightly narrowed as he looked at you sideways, his gaze revealing a kind of arrogance.

Its mouth seemed to be slightly upturned, as if announcing that Shen Ming was about to face a 'great disaster'.

Shen Ming was first taken aback, then noticed the Heavenly Bottle on the stone table.

There was no transformation of moonlight today; not a single drop of spiritual liquid remained.

瞄！

Suddenly, the Moon Spirit let out a clear cry, as if urging or complaining.

Shen Ming sensed a hint of resentment in his voice, as if he were accusing Shen Ming of being ungrateful.

You're supposed to enhance the spiritual energy of Xiaoyao Peak during the day, but then you won't feed it at night?

Shen Ming was both amused and exasperated. He had no choice but to pick up the Heavenly Bottle and go outside the cave, where he began to condense spiritual liquid under the moonlight.

The Moon sat upright to the side, its two paws side by side.

Soon, the porcelain-white palm-shaped bottle turned into a translucent emerald green, and drops of spiritual liquid condensed inside.

This time, Shen Ming ended his cultivation prematurely, without waiting for the spiritual liquid to fill up.

The Moon Spirit couldn't wait to rush over and began licking the spiritual liquid inside.

Shen Ming frowned. During the process, he heard a faint clicking sound.

Upon closer inspection, a crack was found on the palm-shaped bottle.

"Fake and shoddy goods!"

Shen Ming's eyes turned cold; he was determined to summon Su Yu'er of Qiyuan Merchant Pavilion to confront her.

On second thought, this might not be their problem.

The Su family had more than one Heavenly Bottle; they distributed them to their disciples so that they could accumulate wealth gradually over time.

Products mass-produced can never compare to the genuine article.

Given his exceptional talent, he transformed three bottles of spiritual liquid in three nights, which is equivalent to a disciple's lifetime of accumulation. It's normal that the Heavenly Bottle couldn't hold up.

Shen Ming didn't know where the real item was, but he thought that the Su family's Palm Heaven Bottle could be filled three times.

It is conservatively estimated that the century-old golden peach will require five times.

So he decided to ask Su Yu'er for two more Heavenly Bottles.

At this moment, the Moon Spirit departed contentedly, leaving one-third of the spiritual liquid in the bottle.

"His appetite is getting smaller each time, which is good, so I won't have to serve him every day in the future."

The next day, early in the morning.

Shen Ming asked someone to inform Su Yu'er of Qiyuan Merchant Pavilion to come to Xiaoyao Peak, while he himself went to the Demon Suppression Tower.

The Demon Suppression Tower stands in the center of the inner domain. From a distance, the tower resembles a huge mountain, majestic and awe-inspiring.

The base of the tower is broad and solid, like a huge foundation firmly rooted in the earth.

"That's an exaggeration!"

Shen Ming was amazed and landed in the wide square on the flying boat.

Flying boats are standard equipment for true disciples, and he has already learned to control them.

Outside the Demon Suppression Tower, many disciples gathered and were scattered in various places.

Today, the rotating elder of the Demon Suppression Tower has changed, so the opening time is a little later than usual. The disciples are waiting outside.

Because it was so spacious, even a whisper could be heard very far.

Shen Ming suddenly perked up his ears; he heard his own name.

The disciples were discussing what had happened at Xiaoyao Peak the day before.

The heir of the Ji family was no match for him, and Mo Zun suffered a setback, resulting in one mountain of spiritual energy increasing while the other decreased.

Each of these three things, taken individually, could be topics of conversation over tea or after a meal, let alone when they are combined and have a common protagonist.

Xiaoyao Peak, Shen Ming!

Shen Ming's lips involuntarily curled up, and he felt happy.

However, not all discussions are good.

“Shen Ming is eccentric and lawless. Tongtian Peak didn’t dare to take him and threw him to Wanjian Peak. Luckily, he is a swordsman, so Wanjian Peak picked him up.”

One of the male disciples spoke with absolute certainty, as if he had witnessed it himself.

Those around them were unaware of this and were extremely surprised.

Under normal circumstances, they are already true disciples, residing in the sacred mountains and caves, and cannot easily change the spiritual peak to which they belong.

If someone commits a serious offense, they will be expelled from Lingfeng.

Therefore, some people questioned what the disciple said.

"If you don't believe me, you can check the roster. Shen Ming is now a disciple of Ten Thousand Swords Peak," the male disciple said.

Based on this, he concluded that Tongtian Peak could not tolerate Shen Ming.

Despite their loud pronouncements, they have absolutely no evidence; they simply want to think and say things this way.

Because he was jealous of a newcomer who was stealing the spotlight, and jealous that a newcomer had such a wonderful spiritual mountain!

"Wherever there are people, one cannot escape the customs of the world."

Shen Ming sighed and walked towards the disciple.

There's a saying that goes, "What others say is their business; just be yourself."

Shen Ming thought this was nonsense. He had ears, and if he heard something he didn't like, he would strike back hard.

"Are you so sure you know that Shen Ming?" Shen Ming asked.

"I've seen him a few times in the inner sect before. He's really annoying. What? You don't believe me?" The male disciple took it as a question, and the more he thought that, the more enthusiastic he became.

"May I have your name."

"Wu Yu".

"That's strange, I don't recall anyone like you," Shen Ming said.

"Ok?"

Wu Yu was stunned for a moment, and before he could react, he saw a huge fist coming at him.

He became a true disciple last year and has been in the second stage of the Innate Realm for more than half a year.

The mind's spiritual storehouse is already one-third full, belonging to the early stage of the first storehouse.

Like him, Shen Ming was also at the first level of divine treasure, but he was not yet at the initial stage; he could only be said to have just begun.

However, Wu Yu was unable to resist the punch and collapsed to the ground.

"You!" Wu Yu was both shocked and furious. He never expected that talking badly about someone behind their back would backfire on him, nor did he expect Shen Ming to attack so suddenly.

"What? Didn't you say I was lawless? Why are you so surprised to get beaten up?"

Shen Ming stood with his back to the light, the sunlight outlining a golden silhouette behind him.