A teasing grin rippled through the group and Mo Tianhe can’t help but let his mouth run.

  “It seems not all snakes raised by dragons are blessed by the sun. Look at him. Probably imagining all the ways he’d work the garden, but he’ll get a surprise when he sees the weeds.”

  “Old Tian, your lazy mouth is running a lot today.”

  “Sorry. Sorry. You both know when I feel good, my bad habit loves kicking in.”

  “Haha…” Jia Shizi laughed it off and glanced at the cousin performing a stand-up comedy.

  Those eyes of the devil became increasingly unhappy.

  A pebble flicked over from his neighbor and struck the happy dolt.

  “Ouch! Which jerk dares-” Jia Liang’s head angrily snapped up, just in time to meet the amused eyes of his seniors and a dangerous look from his elder cousin that he knew all too well.

  Knowing he had botched up, a flush colored the face hidden under his bushy beard. “A-Apologies e-elder cousin, this time, it’s just an accident-”

  “Sit. Quit embarrassing yourself.”

  Scowling with a dark face, Jia Liang plopped himself back down in his seat and... coldly took it out on what he believed to be the cause.

  “You better clean it up, you dirty vixen! And don’t forget to spit out everything to worship my elder cousin or I won’t forgive you!”

  Some people just never learn.

  Then, there are those survivors who adapt on the fly.

  Miss Hong shot the bushy face a look as if seeing a disgusting ant, but whatever needs to happen still happened.

  “Kek. That’s more like it. Clean it good...”

  That was the signal to egg on Mo Tianhe further. “Sooo… how does... Daoist Friend Bubai like watching others plow your fields for you? Satisfied?”

  When he met the many pairs of eyes waiting for an answer, Bubai was almost instantly forced to sit on pins and needles!

  Honestly, can Bubai really feel good watching others fertilize his garden?

  Obviously… not. He can’t wait to sock that jerk’s face in!

  Just like any other men, Bubai admits he does have some possessiveness that’s hard to snuff out.

  This was just a part of how he was raised.

  In all his years of life, he was never this… open-minded! Believe it or not, the bars of his morals were set pretty high!

  Alas... those morals have indeed became looser ever since falling into this life of corruption…

  Good heavens, it wasn’t that Bubai didn’t want to stay pure. It was just that the power of corruption was too strong!

  From vanilla to NTR to gang fights...

  Blood-related stepsisters, sisters-in-law, widows, other relatives, robbing each other’s wives and family… there were no lines too sacred to cross in this sect!

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  The boundaries were limitless for these folks!

  Compared to them, Bubai could almost claim to be a virtuous and pure saint!

  Of course, pure or not matters little when it came to happiness.

  But whether he is happy or not, it’s not like Bubai was one to clap his hands to show it.

  Each different crowd requires a tailored act...

  Bubai briefly put on a face of struggle before clearing his throat and admitting, “Well, honestly… a man likes to have his things to himself. But... as long as everybody is happy, what’s a little sacrifice.”

  Evil grins decorated the faces of the other men, and the devil slapped him on the shoulder.

  “Now that’s the spirit we like to see! Brother Mo’s starting to understand the rules.”

  Bubai forced a stiff smile. Rules… huh?

  For all its championing of might over all else, anyone would think this sect was a lawless wildland where most would care less about rules.

  Yet in any society, good or bad, there were always thick and heavy chains to keep the lower ranks in line.

  Even in this competition, the list of regulations couldn’t be said to be short.

  But like all things, it had an end...

  "...may choose to abstain before the battle begins, but once the challengers arrive on stage, the battle will continue until the challenger speaks out to surrender or an elder intervenes... That is all."

  The Grand Elder nodded towards Elder Feng Luping and his voice swelled again to address the disciples.

  "Elder Feng has covered most of it! But there’s one last thing I want to make clear..."

  "Always remember. Whatever is brought onto the stage, always prepare to lose!"

  The man gave a moment for that to sink in before announcing, "Now that fair warning is out of the way, the time has come! Let the challenges... begin!"

  Outside the box’s one-way window, Bubai could see the audience cheering wildly and horn blowers sparking a little fanfare all around the stadium.

  He can’t hear them, but it was probably quite lively compared to whatever is happening inside this box.

  Bubai’s gaze drifted down to the classical oriental oiran who took over the goddess’s spot.

  This widow’s appearance wasn’t exactly kingdom-toppling.

  At most, it could be compared to those “sensei” from certain cultural films.

  But what she lacks face-wise, she makes up with her bountiful wealth of hills and skills.

  A flick here, a lick there.

  There’s something fishy, shady even.

  He was a stranger she met for the first time, yet the worship she showed… was overboard.

  Without utilizing his divine sense, it was hard to tell whether this town bike’s just a passionate, lonely widow or if there’s some other shady influence.

  Regardless, he gotta say, some of these ladies really can’t wait to collect the folk songs into their playlist!

  The hateful thing is… Bubai can’t help but analyze the formations drawn by her tongue- ahem, he meant... drawn on the one-way windows.

  Intriguing, very intriguing. Yes...

  No matter how loud or deep it gets, that formation prevents any extreme, concentrated leakage.

  At the same time, everything harmonizes in a way that is flexible enough to ensure a bit of chaos was always on the menu.

  It was the workings of a professional that embodied the creed of sustainability!

  Bubai honestly thought it doesn’t make much of a difference whether he unloads once or twice, but...

  What if she was gunning for... one shot lasts forever?!

  Truly an insatiable oiran that’s good enough to force men to bus out the meme: “I’m in danger.”

  At this rate, he’ll be sucked dry before he comprehend a shot of the true nature of this world! Ahem. Ahem!

  A seat away from him, Mo Tianhe just finished his personal playlist and took the chance to leave a five-star review.

  "Keiko plays the trumpet good, doesn’t she? Everybody in my family thinks the same. My eldest cousin used to hog her, but now that she’s a widow, everyone is happy."

  "We’re even thinking of pooling some funds to transform her into a Shadow Sun doll so she can continue serving our family for generations to come. It’s the most honorable reward we can grant her for her service."

  Bubai’s lips twitched. Is that supposed to be an honor? What twisted logic is that?

  Wouldn’t most women find such a fate horrifying? Bubai would certainly think so.

  But from the look in Madam Keiko’s eyes…

  There was a dark thrill that matched her thirsty ambitions!

  Well... everyone had their own pursuit on the road of immortality.

  Some bowed before others. Pure subordination banking on the power of friendship and loyalty or doglickers licking others till they ascend to heaven.

  Then, there are those who take matters into their own hands and chose to climb by stepping on others, just like these outer sect challengers.

  “To start us off, we have... the first seat of the Sun Snake List, Rotten Ya, challenging...”

  Already expecting what comes next in that thundering announcement, Bubai pushed away the eater of worlds and stood up.

  It’s showtime.

  “...Inner Disciple. Tai Yinshe!”

  Eh?! Bubai froze mid-step. Why wasn’t it his name?!