I Asked You To Be The Villain, But You Want To Be The Father Of The Main Character?

But soon, Xiao Chen tidied up his mood. He now has an upgrade system, so even in the outer sect, he can quickly improve his cultivation.

The only regret is that he cannot enjoy the treatment of an inner disciple or the various rewards in competitions. He had hoped to use these rewards and treatment to help his sister, Xiao Linger.

A few days ago, his sister also wrote him a letter. Although the words expressed that her life was going well, Xiao Chen could guess the true situation.

"Xiao Chen, your letter!" Suddenly, someone walking on the road threw a letter at Xiao Chen. "With your current abilities, you still want to directly advance to the inner sect? Dream on."

After mocking him, the person left directly. Xiao Chen had already been mocked enough and completely ignored it. He looked at the letter in his hand, which was still from his sister.

After opening it, he read it carefully, and a smile appeared on his face. In the past few days, he had sent back some spirit crystals, elixirs that he had hunted from demonic beasts, and points he had exchanged.

His sister also mentioned that her life had improved and she was very happy. But when he reached the end of the letter, Xiao Chen's brow furrowed and his eyes even turned cold.

"Creak..."

The neatly folded paper had creases, and Xiao Chen breathed heavily.

"Little brat, you still want to advance to the inner sect?"

At this moment, another person happened to walk by and habitually mocked Xiao Chen. Xiao Chen turned his head, his eyes cold and bloodshot, causing the person to freeze in place. The cup in his hand fell to the ground with a clatter.

"Get lost."

With a cold tone filled with killing intent, the person hurriedly left, crawling away. Xiao Chen took a deep breath and put the letter away.

"Linger, don't worry, brother will definitely go back!"

He whispered softly, and Xiao Chen strode firmly towards the Martial Tomb Mountain Range.

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"Next is the long-awaited Saint Child Grand Assembly for all of us!"

"Which one of our Saint Children will become the first Saint Child this time?"

"Let's wait and see!"

The competition was coming to an end, and it was the most anticipated moment!

"Xiao Hehe, it's your turn. Don't lose too badly, okay?"

Chu He was about to leave when he heard Meng Yu's words. He looked at Meng Yu and asked, "If I win, what will Sister Yu say?"

"How could you win? But if you really win, Sister will personally bathe and dress you. If you lose, you have to obediently accept Sister's punishment."

"What kind of punishment?"

Suddenly, Chu He became interested. Meng Yu didn't think too much and casually said, "Washing Sister's clothes."

Chu He felt a little disappointed. He got up and went to the martial stage. At this time, there were already three people standing on the stage, all older than Chu He.

Chu He also looked at the cultivation of these three people. Only one of them had reached the Divine Spring Realm, and he was one stage higher than Chu He, but he was fifty years older than Chu He.

Martial Tomb Sacred Land had a total of four Saint Children, but everyone knew that this competition mainly focused on the other three Saint Children because Chu He was too young.

Even though he had extremely high talent, he was only in his teens, and in terms of actual cultivation time, it was only a few years, which couldn't compare to the other three who had been cultivating for decades.

"Let the competition begin! Which Saint Child will be the champion?"

"Do we even need to think about it? It must be Huang Chuan, the Saint Child! He has already reached the Divine Spring Realm. What else is there to compare?"

"But there's still second and third place. We can still place bets."

The gamblers below hardly discussed Chu He. But Chu He wasn't surprised. After thinking for a moment, he walked over.

The people who had gathered together scattered as soon as they saw Chu He approaching, all looking at this little shota who was younger than them.

"What are the odds for this Saint Child to become the champion?"

"Well..."

Ding Shan was stunned by the question, feeling a bit at a loss as he looked into Chu He's eyes, feeling extremely oppressed.

"Your odds are one to one hundred and fifty-six..."

He spoke in a small voice, afraid that Chu He would be unhappy to hear it.

"Not bad. How many spirit crystals do you have?"

"A lot."

"I bet one million immortal crystals on this Saint Child becoming the champion."

"Alright, I'll take your one million spirit crystals. Here's your token..." Ding Shan swiftly took Chu He's spatial bag, but halfway through his sentence, he suddenly realized something and his mouth shut.

Then he glanced at the immortal crystals inside the spatial bag, and he was completely stunned. The people around him were also stunned.

Even the entire scene fell silent after hearing Chu He's words.

"One million immortal crystals? Where did Xiaohe get them from?"

In a splendid palace, Chu Kuangren and several other elders from the Holy Land, including the Supreme Elder, were present.

When they saw Chu He take out one million immortal crystals, they all instinctively looked at a graceful and peerless woman in front of them, but their gazes quickly shifted away.

Because at this moment, there was still a woman standing beside Jiang Mengxue, wearing a bright red palace dress, exuding an overwhelming imperial aura.

"It wasn't me who gave them to him."

Jiang Mengxue shook her head and said softly. Jiang Ningyue's phoenix-like eyes were completely focused on Chu He below, her once majestic eyes now filled with doting.

With exquisite features that seemed to be carved by a divine craftsman, her facial contours were naturally perfect. The imperial aura and phoenix might emanating from her body were enough to prove that this woman was extraordinary.

"Xiaohe must have suffered a lot."

Jiang Ningyue saw through Chu He's cultivation at a glance. When she first saw it, she was shocked and couldn't believe it. Her eyes were filled with tenderness as she spoke.

Because even with her high status and position, she had never seen any genius from any family who could have such cultivation at Chu He's age, unless they had that kind of family heritage and direct ancestral cultivation. Otherwise, it was almost impossible.

"Indeed." Jiang Mengxue nodded. She had almost always watched Chu He's cultivation in real-time before. He was very diligent and hardworking.

"Xiaohe is too hardworking, really too hardworking. Every time I see him cultivate, my heart aches. He pushes himself to the limit every time before resting..."

Jiang Ningyue didn't speak, but the small hand hidden in her sleeve couldn't help but clench tightly.

"You said that Xiaohe has been looking for women these past two days?"

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"Sir Saint Child, I don't have that many spirit crystals!"

"That's your problem."

Chu He said lightly, then turned and came to the martial stage. The draw had already been completed, and his first opponent was Huang Chuan.

Huang Chuan's cultivation was slightly higher than his, but Chu He didn't panic at all.

"Please!"

Huang Chuan clasped his fists, and Chu He nodded. The battle was about to begin!

Chu He's right hand suddenly appeared with a long spear, overall purple in color, with thunder surrounding the spear shaft.