Mortal Cultivation: Who Can Be More Yin Than Me, the Extreme Yin!

Huizhen looked for a voice and saw a young man with a somewhat unruly face walking towards him with a mocking look on his face.

Behind the young man, there was also a guard in the divine transformation stage.

"Gao Cang, I haven't seen you for a few months, but you are so bold that you dare to mock me. If you make me unhappy, be careful that I, Kuchan Temple, will destroy your Gao family," Huizhen said.

The young man known as "Gao Cang" didn't care about Huizhen's threat.

"Huizhen, do you really think you are a person? Although you have a good father, the world of immortality ultimately relies on strength. You have practiced for half a century, and you are still in the early stage of foundation building. Master Du'e We have provided you with a vast amount of resources, but your cultivation has grown extremely slowly, which only shows that you are a complete waste."

Huizhen's expression suddenly became a little cold.

"Gao Cang, it seems that you are deliberately looking for trouble today."

Gao Cang said proudly, "I am just looking for trouble, so what do you do? I have advanced to the Golden Core stage, and my family has sent a monk of the Transformation stage to protect me. As for you, there is only one Nascent Soul stage guard following you today."

The ‘Nascent Soul Guard’ he refers to is Song Wen.

Song Wen arrived with Huizhen, dressed as a monk again. Gao Cang subconsciously mistook Song Wen for Huizhen's follower.

Song Wen also roughly guessed the origin of Gao Cang.

The Gao family is the largest cultivating family under the Kuchan Temple, and its power cannot be underestimated. There are five or six cultivators in the Void Refining Stage in the family.

Even the abbot of Kuchan Temple must treat the Gao family with courtesy.

There has obviously been a long-standing grudge between Gao Cang and Huizhen.

Today, Huizhen only brought one 'Nascent Soul Guard' with him. Gao Cang was obviously determined to seize this opportunity to humiliate Huizhen.

"Two young masters, please calm down and give me some face. Peace is the most important thing." Ran Da said.

"Ran Da, don't worry, I won't cause trouble in your martial arts field." Gao Cang said.

This martial arts field looks ordinary, but in fact, it is making money every day.

It is naturally impossible for Ran Da, a Nascent Soul Stage casual cultivator, to control this martial arts field.

Behind the scenes there is the shadow of a certain high-ranking member of Kuzen Temple, as well as the participation of several forces under Kuzen Temple.

Ran Da is just a puppet who was pushed to the front desk.

Destroying someone's wealth is like killing one's parents.

Gao Cang is not stupid, and naturally he will not cause trouble in the martial arts field.

As for the grudge between him and Huizhen, as long as no one is killed, Du'e and the Gao family will not interfere and will only treat it as a friction between the younger generations.

"Thank you, Mr. Gao." Ran Da said gratefully.

Gao Cang ignored Ran Da and addressed Huizhen.

"Huizhen, do you dare to make a bet with me? You and I will choose a martial slave here in Randa and let them fight to the death..."

Before Gao Cang finished speaking, Huizhen interrupted.

"Why don't you dare!"

Gao Cang said, "Don't worry, I haven't mentioned the bet yet."

Huizhen said, "No matter what the bet is, as long as it is something you, Gao Cang, can get, I will accompany you."

Gao Cang said, "One thousand high-grade spiritual stones."

Huizhen's expression froze slightly, "You...can you get a thousand high-grade spiritual stones from you?"

The corners of Gao Cang's mouth curled up slightly, and he raised his hand to wave.

Suddenly, a pile of spiritual stones appeared in the sky.

"Dong dong dong..."

The spirit stone fell naturally and hit the ground, making dull sounds one after another.

Gao Cang's move immediately attracted the attention of everyone in the attic.

They moved their eyes away from the stone platform and looked at the spiritual stones on the ground.

Huizhen naturally attracted everyone's attention.

He immediately understood that all this was done intentionally by Gao Cang, just to humiliate him in public.

Seeing Huizhen's expression gradually becoming ugly, Gao Cang became more and more proud.

"Huizhen, you can't come up with a thousand high-grade spiritual stones, right? You, the son of the majestic Master Du'e, don't even have a thousand high-grade spiritual stones?"

Huizhen's face was ashen, he knew that he had fallen into Gao Cang's trap; but he was so arrogant, how could he give in easily.

"Of course I have a thousand high-grade spiritual stones. However, they are not on me, but on my guards."

As he spoke, he turned to look at Song Wen.

"Give me the thousand high-grade spiritual stones that I put with you." Hui Zhenyi said commandingly, as if he really had a thousand high-grade spiritual stones in Song Wen's hands.

Huizhen looks calm on the surface, but in fact she is very worried.

For one thing, he didn't know whether Song Wen really had a thousand high-grade spiritual stones in his hand.

Although Song Wen is a 'Nascent Soul cultivator', many Nascent Soul stage casual cultivators simply cannot produce a thousand high-grade spiritual stones.

Secondly, he and Song Wen just met by chance. Even if Song Wen had enough spiritual stones, he might not help him.

"Yes!" Song Wen looked respectful and pointed out a thousand high-grade spiritual stones without hesitation.

Looking at the spirit stone floating towards her, Huizhen showed a satisfied smile on her face.

Then, he turned to look at Gao Cang, "When will you and I choose the martial slaves?"

Gao Cang's expression was a little gloomy, "Huizhen, I'm afraid these spiritual stones are not yours at all, but those of your guard."

Huizhen said, "If I say it's mine, it's mine. Gao Cang, do you want to bet or not?"

"Bet!" Gao Cang glared at Song Wen and said through gritted teeth.

"Ran Da, take us to select martial slaves." Huizhen said.

"Okay, you two gentlemen, please come down with me." Ran Da responded and walked towards the left.

Gao Cang, his guards, and Song Wen followed behind Ran Da.

Soon, the six people came to a stone wall.

Ran Da took out a token and injected a wisp of mana.

The stone wall shook slightly, and a stone door about ten feet high suddenly appeared.

Behind the stone door was a long corridor.

The crowd passed through the narrow corridor and came to an underground cave hall.

The cave hall was quite spacious, covering dozens of acres, and there were thousands of iron cages placed inside.

However, most of the iron cages were empty; only more than thirty iron cages each held a cultivator.

These cultivators were all naked, and their cultivation was sealed, and their limbs were tightly bound by iron chains; not only did they have no chance of escaping, they couldn't even commit suicide.

These people were all in the foundation-building and Qi-training stages.

"My two lords, all the martial slaves are here. Please feel free to choose." Ran Da said.

Hui Zhen looked at the many iron cages and suddenly spoke.

"Gao Cang, the martial slaves must be selected by you and me, and no one else can interfere."

He was worried that Gao Cang would ask for help from the guards.

With the knowledge and vision of guard Gao Cang, it is easy to select the strongest person among this group of martial slaves.

"Don't worry, I won't resort to such tricks." Gao Cang said, "In order to make this fight more interesting, how about adding some rules?"

"What rules?" Hui Zhen asked.

Gao Cang said, "The martial slaves you and I choose cannot use magic and treasures during the fight, and can only fight in close combat."

"Okay! I promise you." Hui Zhen responded without thinking.

Gao Cang's proposal just met his wishes; he liked to see blood flying when people fought in close combat.

Then, the two began to choose.

Gao Cang chose a skinny old man with a peak foundation-building cultivation.

Hui Zhen chose a woman who looked like a standing bear and had a late foundation-building cultivation.

The cultivation of the person chosen by Hui Zhen was not as good as the other party, and suffered a little from too low cultivation.

He only had an early foundation-building cultivation, and he could not judge the woman's true cultivation at all. However, this woman has a strong blood and a close combat, so she is not without a chance of winning.

"If you win this fight for me, I will let you regain your freedom. If you lose, it is best to die on the stage. Otherwise, I will make you live a life worse than death." Hui Zhen said coldly to the female cultivator.

The latter stared at Hui Zhen with cold eyes, full of anger and unwillingness.

She was originally a free and easy cultivator, but was abducted here and became a tool for others to play with.

How could she not hate!

But she was helpless.

Now, her only way to survive is to kill the old man who is connected with her by the same fate.