Misguided practice of sinister cultivation techniques: Slander! The problem lies with you all, not me!-Chapter 415 - 262: No One Can Refuse Divine Skill! (Subscription Request)
Chapter 415: Chapter 262: No One Can Refuse Divine Skill! (Subscription Request)
Early morning, the test persons stood in a line, respectfully.
Duan Yun and Murong stood among them, looking like mere followers.
This Mrs. Fu, who showed her vicious and ferocious nature upon first meeting, was even more eager to show off her strengths today. ƒrēenovelkiss.com
Her favorite part was the last three positions, which she greatly enjoyed.
She delighted in seeing these people being scolded and nitpicked, especially those three who were humiliated and then driven out; their heartbroken expressions gave her utmost pleasure.
Now, Mrs. Fu was going all out, practicing Elder Yang’s "Insults are an art form."
Some test persons were even harshly prodded on the spot, contorting their bodies in pain, drooling.
Yet these people were actually elated and happy.
Being prodded by Mrs. Fu meant that she still cared about you, it was for your own good, ensuring you wouldn’t be eliminated.
On the other hand, those who weren’t prodded were terrified and trembling in fear.
"Born slut, come out," Mrs. Fu muttered.
After waiting for a long time, Murong stepped forward, his face determined.
It’s as if the heavens did not give birth to Murong, the path of the White Tiger would be eternally dark!
Today, right here today, he was about to use this place as his starting point to promote the Way of the White Tiger to greater heights, not knowing what the outcome would be.
"You, shrouded in the dust of the world, it was already a favor letting you come here, but you reckless slut, sleeping at night, having lunch at noon, slacking off to the toilet, showing no ambition at all."
Saying so, Mrs. Fu put away the needle that was still dripping blood after being used just now, revealing a tired expression, and said, "Someone like you, I’m even too lazy to prod."
Hearing this, the woman who had just been prodded, still in pain, suddenly puffed up her proud chest.
Mrs. Fu prods me, indeed she favors me!
Look out for me!
Mrs. Fu put away the needle and waved her hand, "I don’t like you, the Great Elder doesn’t like you, Mingyu Palace doesn’t like you, you aren’t fit to stay here."
Murong puffed out his chest formed by the secret technique of Shen Ying, confidently saying, "But I have achieved results in my cultivation."
"Results? Your Three-legged Cat Kung Fu could also be called results? Don’t dirty my eyes," Mrs. Fu said in disgust.
Seeing the other party was being unreasonable, Murong quickly displayed his Hand Technique.
His Dantian was locked, and although he performed smoothly and forcefully, in Duan Yun’s eyes, because it lacked True Qi, it looked no different from military boxing.
Forceful yet somewhat comical.
"Enough, end this farm play, get lost," Mrs. Fu said disdainfully.
Hearing this, Zhao Yin and others couldn’t help but show a relieved smile.
As expected.
You don’t decide your success, only those above do.
With such a bad attitude, offending Mrs. Fu and still thinking you could pass?
Thinking you’re some kind of genius.
Actually, Murong’s performance was indeed quite impressive, at least among this group of test persons he was outstanding, but just as Zhao Yin thought.
Mrs. Fu was petty. If she thought you were insufficient, then you were.
Seeing that he, a peerless genius, was really about to be kicked out, his perfect plan of passing his skills might come to an abrupt end, Murong struggled quickly, saying, "I still have more!"
Yet Zhao Yin and others didn’t want to give him a chance, as they were about to enforce his removal.
Suddenly, a spring-like tiger roar sounded, startling everyone.
At this moment, Murong quickly displayed the Intent of the White Tiger.
Since it didn’t utilize True Qi, this Tiger Intent was a bit lacking, but had a stronger sense of calling for a mate.
However, this roar still truly awed everyone, it could be considered a startling roar indeed.
Murong said, "What I’ve grasped isn’t just the Hand Technique, but the overlapping text on the stele; I always feel there’s a White Tiger hidden within."
"White Tiger?"
This time, it was Mrs. Fu’s turn to be surprised.
She said, "Tell me, what exactly is this White Tiger?"
Murong said, "A very beautiful White Tiger, clearly a tiger, yet it has the feel of a beautiful girl, I always feel like I’m about to transform into that."
Afraid that things might change, Zhao Yin couldn’t help but wanted to go forward and continue driving Murong out, but Mrs. Fu’s scolding voice had already risen—"Back off!"
My goodness, could this reckless slut who’s blind as a bat really have stumbled upon something?
If before what Murong displayed was Three-legged Cat Kung Fu, then that strange, spring-like tiger roar just now was definitely not that simple.
For a moment, Mrs. Fu really thought it was possible.
"Wait, tell me in detail later," Mrs. Fu told Murong, her eyes also filled with a ravenous emotion, as if wanting to squeeze Murong dry.
Zhao Yin, being scolded to back off, stood there blankly.
She was clearly quite enlightened, the most favored by Mrs. Fu, but now it seemed that her position was about to be taken by this naturally slutty person.
Mrs. Fu, elated by Murong’s performance, still didn’t forget her true profession of insulting and eliminating people.
After all, it was the day of the last three positions.
Born slut had survived this ordeal, showing extractable value, the most disliked pure slut couldn’t escape.
"Pure slut," Mrs. Fu spoke out.
It must be said, the nicknames given to the test persons of Mingyu Palace were each uglier than the last, like sows and bitches, truly women were the best at making things difficult for other women.
Duan Yun stepped out, even before Mrs. Fu began to scold, he preemptively said, "I and Duanmu Rong comprehended together, what she understands, I do too, but what I saw wasn’t a White Tiger, it was a White Crane."
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