Chapter 13 Dismissed You, This Seat is Easy!

Her eyes narrowed slightly as she recognized the person standing in front of her, Ye Wanying's admirer, named Fu Sheng.

She remembered him because he was truly unattractive.

"Excuse me, can you move aside?" He was too ugly, so Jun Muqian could only turn her head away. "Being ugly and scaring people, that's just adding insult to injury."

Upon hearing this, Fu Sheng was first stunned, then became furious. "Muqian, how dare you insult me?"

"What's wrong with insulting you?" Jun Muqian raised an eyebrow. "If you keep bothering me, I'll hit you."

Although she had just become a spiritualist, dealing with a mere shell of a spiritualist like him was no big deal.

Her combat experience was much stronger than those disciples living in cages.

But Fu Sheng's spiritual root seemed to be a psychic root?

That made it even easier.

"Hmph, Wanying junior sister said you've changed, but I thought it was a lie," Fu Sheng sneered. "I didn't expect you to change, and become even more detestable."

"It seems like you really want to fight," Jun Muqian said calmly, rolling up her sleeves. "Come on, I'll give you a chance."

If someone insulted her, she would definitely fight back.

Especially since Fu Sheng had harmed the young girl several times in order to win Ye Wanying's favor.

He had even pushed her into a cesspit.

"Muqian, you're weak, have you also lost your mind?" Fu Sheng sneered. "I'm a second-level spiritualist, and you're not even a spiritualist. You want to fight me?"

Then he suddenly realized, "Oh, I see, you must have seen how talented Wanying junior sister is and felt jealous..."

But before he could finish the last word, a strong gust of wind blew, and a fist came flying towards him.

With a "thud," a miserable scream escaped his lips!

Before he could react, Fu Sheng fell to the ground, his clothes torn by the spiritual power.

Jun Muqian slowly retracted her fist, furrowing her brow and murmuring, "Still too weak."

If they were evenly matched, her Xuan Yin Fist could have easily taken his life.

But it was already good enough. If she hadn't opened her eight meridians, she might not have been able to reach the level of an eighth-level spiritualist.

Yes.

In the previous Life Creation Spring, each awakening of a meridian had raised her level, directly advancing her to the eighth level!

The more meridians awakened, the higher her innate cultivation would be.

"Ouch, ouch..." Fu Sheng, in pain, got up and held his lower body. "Muqian, you useless person, how dare you really hit me!"

"You little waste, kneel down and apologize to me!" His face twisted in anger, he said viciously, "If you make me happy, I might even reward you with a top-grade elixir."

Jun Muqian's eyes turned cold.

Although the combat ability of a psychic root was not as strong as that of a psychic root, it was an indispensable existence on the continent.

Because only practitioners with psychic roots could awaken their innate flames and engage in alchemy, forging, enchanting weapons, and making runes.

Fu Sheng was on the path of alchemy.

But not all practitioners with psychic roots had their innate flames.

Fu Sheng was one of them, so he had not yet become a first-grade alchemist.

"You can refine a top-grade elixir?" Jun Muqian glanced at him disdainfully. "I doubt you can even refine an elixir embryo with just ordinary flames. Advancing will be very difficult."

Therefore, practicing with a psychic root was more difficult than with a psychic root, and their survival rate was lower.

"You're talking nonsense!" Fu Sheng was hit where it hurt, and he jumped up in anger. "Muqian, today, I will teach you a lesson on behalf of Wanying junior sister!"

He had deliberately committed a small mistake to come to the Repentance Cliff after learning that this waste had been punished, just to mock her.

He wanted her to know that she could only be trampled on and was only worthy of being a doormat for Wanying junior sister!

"Ye Wanying?" Jun Muqian suddenly chuckled. She bent down and picked up a tree branch. "Good, let's start with beating a dog."

With the rules in place, she couldn't kill Fu Sheng at the moment.

But disabling him would be easy.

Jun Muqian sneered, "It's just that this weapon doesn't feel right."

She missed her whip, but it had been broken during the chase.

"Muqian, are you really going crazy?" Fu Sheng laughed mockingly, his eyes full of contempt. "Wanying junior sister must be blind to be so good to you."

"You've been by Wanying junior sister's side, and you must have been jealous of her all this time. What are you pretending for?!"

"Smack!"

Almost as soon as the words fell, the tree branch had already struck.

She didn't give Fu Sheng time to react, and continued to strike, left and right.

The tree branch danced in Jun Muqian's hands like a snake, flickering in the light and shadow.

It was a beautiful scene, but it was ruined by the screams.

Fu Sheng was rolling on the ground, howling in pain.

"Muqian! Do you know what you're doing? You're using corporal punishment without authorization. Aren't you afraid of being punished by the Sect Law Hall?"

As soon as he said this, the tree branch sealed his mouth.

"Punishment?" Jun Muqian's voice was calm. "This is just a small sparring match between you and me. Do you think the Sect Law Hall is your family's property?"

Fu Sheng was furious and in too much pain to speak.

Although he was a second-level spiritualist and had little combat ability, he was not someone Jun Muqian could compare to!

What's more, the guards responsible for this time were all resting, and they couldn't hear what was happening here.

He could only endure the humiliation.

Then, with a sharp sound, the tree branch suddenly broke!

It had been snapped in half.

"Useless," Jun Muqian threw the broken branch to the ground, her tone cold. "Hitting you has dirtied my hands."

Severe pain struck, and Fu Sheng's vision went black for a moment, almost fainting. "Mu, Mu Qian, you..."

What's going on?

Does it hurt so much to be hit by a branch?

And yet, he didn't have a single scratch on his body!

The thought of this made Fu Sheng even more infuriated, and he shouted angrily, "Mu Qian, you have offended Junior Sister Wanying. You will pay for it sooner or later!"

Jun Mu Qian completely ignored him, walking past and rubbing her wrist as she went.

Her body was indeed too weak, it seemed she still needed to cultivate her strength.

Finding a place where her ugly face couldn't be seen, she sat cross-legged, concentrating her breath and beginning to circulate her energy.

However, as she started to circulate her energy, Jun Mu Qian suddenly felt something was wrong.

"Weird," she frowned, "It seems like my spiritual energy is being consumed at a faster rate."

She didn't have a spiritual root, so she didn't need to use spiritual energy to nourish it.

"Perhaps it's an issue with this cultivation technique," Jun Mu Qian exhaled slowly, her crimson lips slightly curved, "But it's indeed powerful."

Even though she hadn't even entered the door of the "Nine Revolutions Divine Art of Creation" yet, her cultivation speed had already increased significantly.

Presumably, there were more benefits to come.

Meanwhile, the purple-clad woman, completely immersed in her cultivation, didn't notice that there was a brief flash of light at her brow, which quickly extinguished.

And that place was exactly where her spiritual root was located.