Alvin felt himself absorbing the energy faster than lightning. He didn't even have to guide it, or convert it. As he absorbed it into his core, more went into his physique and mind, improving his cultivation. Soon, Alvin felt himself approaching a bottleneck, and immediately focused. As the system said, he was improving in a terrifying way, even he felt scared. Murong Wuque's energy was too powerful, but surprisingly gentle, not harming him like it should. There was no time to think clearly, he continued to greedily absorb it, and soon, his body was covered by a layer of gold and he didn't notice Murong Wuque's signature flower-song appear on the back of his neck. The flower-song was a unique ice flower belonging only to Murong Wuque, and often appears when he uses his primary technique to fight, causing flakes of lotus shaped snow to shower down. Alvin was too busy absorbing energy to notice the strange phenomenon, but not Murong Wuque. He opened his eyes briefly. But because

The place became chaotic as they all made a fast dash towards the box, none paid attention to the bleeding taoist on the ground, they were more interested in the box. One of the ones with a demonic aura grabbed the box and the next instant, the hand holding the knife was chopped off by a zap of dark energy, sending blood splattering all around, even on those nearby. But they didn't seem to care, letting him scream in agony. Murong Wuque smirked, his eyes glacial and filled with wickedness. As they fought and used their techniques against the others, he decided to help them out. When he noticed someone attacking another, he would send a string of similar energy to merge with the attack, making it incredibly lethal, killing the target at the spot. He noticed that the Buddhist, the one in suit, and one other demon seemed to be stronger than the rest, and decided to use them. As for the one in a cloak, he stood aside, watching the rest fight and scramble for it, but his eyes never

Murong Wuque nodded, watching the expression on Alvin’s face morph into horror. “I thought it was pretty obvious.” “You… ah… how… ridiculous… how… how could such a thing be possible? Since when? Tell me!” He roared, coming to grab Murong Wuque by the lapel. He disappeared from the spot, making Alvin grab the thin air. Alvin turned towards his new position, eyes blazing with anger. Murong Wuque suddenly giggled, it soon turned into a full blown laughter. Alvin froze. However, he didn't know whether it was because he was seeing Murong Wuque laugh for the first time ever, or because he was confused as to the reason for the laughter. His laughter was like music, clear and addictive. He snickered at Alvin. “I thought you were pretty smart, never knew you were such a dummy.” He said in English, making Alvin's frown deepen. “Ha! I didn't know you were so easy to trick, you actually believed such a ridiculous thing. Even between soul mates and dual cultivators, they can only vag

Alvin was taken aback by Murong Wuque's reaction. His eyes were glacial and he looked ready to kill him. “Wuque…”“You disgusting pervert…”Alvin's mouth opened and closed soundless, trying to speak. But all he did was madly inhale air. “I was joking, you dummy.”“Liar!” Murong Wuque growled, smashing his back against the bed, causing him to groan in pain. Murong Wuque loomed over him like an instrument of nightmare, his hand still on his throat. “Liar. You weren't joking one bit, you disgusting pervert! How dare you repeatedly consider such a thing?”“I was joking, alright? Friends joke around and play like that all the time.”“Are all earthlings that loose and perverted, or is it you? The other day I saw you…” Murong Wuque inhaled sharply, stopping himself before he could say too much. He shut his eyes and huffed out a breath, his grasp on Alvin's throat loosened and he collapsed beside Alvin, breathing heavily. Alvin gasped out loud, his heart pounding erratically in his ches

The tension in the house was thick enough to be cut with a knife. Each kept staring at the other with suspicion. Qian Ling stepped forward, a strained smile on his face. “People, can we think about this clearly? This is a lifetime decision that wouldn't affect just the lives of all involved, but also their health. In a case where the master whom the oath was sworn to catch a terminal illness or curse, the others would be affected, and there would be none to save the other.”Murong Wuque moved to a sofa and made himself comfortable. “The root cause of all these problems is that we do not trust one another. Right now, powerful enemies abound, and a greedy person might decide to sell others out for benefits.”He paused and looked at Alvin. “I'm not worried about myself—people strong enough to kill me are nearly nonexistent. How about the rest? Little Oliver here is a mere mortal, yet he's being targeted so. His elder sister isn't much different.”“Doing this will indeed breed resentme