In the back room, Xu Qing looked up from the Gold Core scorpion he’d been experimenting on. Checking on the situation outside and noting how considerate Ling’er was, he felt warmth in his heart.11

The truth was that he really was starting to get sick of studying animals.5

The scorpion wasn’t dead yet; terror gleamed in its eyes as it looked at the figure that had been slowly slicing it open. Of course, all fluctuations had been locked down, ensuring that no one outside of the back room could sense what was going on. Otherwise, that Qi Condensation cultivator from the Skull Syndicate would have gone weak in the knees from fear.0

The time has come to see what the curse does to cultivators. Xu Qing crushed the scorpion’s head, ending its life.0

That night, when the dusky sky turned pitch black, a dark streak shot out of the city. It was none other than Patriarch Golden Vajra Warrior. He was flying the Spike of Misfortune right toward the headquarters of the Skull Syndicate.0

That crappy shadow is always running around like an idiot. But it did one thing right. It started sucking up to our lady and mistress.... It was foolish of me to not do the same. I always assumed the girl was naïve and innocent....21