Everyone could see the blatant disrespect Bai Zihan had for the Immortal Emperor—even if it was just a remnant of that peerless expert.
Perhaps only Bai Zihan was capable of insulting an Immortal Emperor, even if it was just a remnant soul of that expert.
“Haha… Bai Zihan, now you can’t do anything!”
Mo Tianji laughed with relief.
Slap!
Bai Zihan gave Mo Tianji a good slap.
Well, the slap was more for humiliation than actually injuring him or risking his life, so Bai Zihan didn’t think he broke any of the rules stated by the remnant soul.
And as expected, the Remnant didn’t show up—probably because it knew the slap wasn’t meant to injure or kill Mo Tianji.
“YOU!”
Mo Tianji had thought Bai Zihan wouldn’t dare do anything after being warned by the Remnant of the Immortal Emperor.
Normally, people wouldn’t do anything that might risk expulsion—even if the chances were low.
Would you risk the Immortal Emperor’s Inheritance just to land a slap?
But Bai Zihan didn’t show the same determination for the inheritance as the others.
If he had, he would’ve gone to the next trial already instead of playing around with Mo Tianji.
“You probably should think before you speak.”
Bai Zihan said, making it clear that he was willing to risk the inheritance just to humiliate him.
Mo Tianji kept his mouth shut.
He initially wanted to talk back, say something to feel better and make Bai Zihan angry—but all he got was a slap and more humiliation.
(Just you wait! When I get out of this, I’ll kill you!)
Mo Tianji vowed in his heart. There was no way someone feared like him could just let Bai Zihan get away with humiliating him.
Bai Zihan stared at Mo Tianji. He knew the guy would definitely seek revenge, though he wasn’t all that worried.
He’d already tested him thoroughly—Mo Tianji wasn’t capable of taking his life.
Now that the fun was over, Bai Zihan walked toward the path to the next trial—the area that seemed to have the highest Qi in the room.
As expected, the closer he got, the thicker the Qi. Others might have struggled to breathe, but for Bai Zihan, this was the perfect place to cultivate.
Just when everyone thought the devil was finally heading to the next trial, he sat down near the path and started meditating.
“What the… Why is he still here?”
“Is he seriously trying to cultivate? Isn’t it better to get the inheritance first?”
“How should I know what goes on in the mind of a lunatic?”
“Well, it’s better for us, I guess. We still have a chance to go!”
…
No one understood what Bai Zihan was thinking or why he was doing something so ridiculous.
If it were them, they would’ve rushed forward to complete the next trial as soon as they could.
But Bai Zihan?
He just had to waste time and then do something totally unexpected.
“System!”
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[ Host Info ]
Host: Bai Zihan
Age: 16
Cultivation Realm: Nascent Soul (Mid Stage)
Constitution: Supreme Dao Bone
Martial Arts: Nine Shadows Flowing Light Sword (Greater Mastery)
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He’d already had a small breakthrough while beating the shit out of Mo Tianji.
That alone showed how dense the Qi here was—he hadn’t even used his Cultivation Technique.
With this environment, he might be able to push all the way to Soul Formation if he really tried.
Of course, whether he could or should depend on the others as well. Once they adapt, they should be able to move and after some time, some of the people should be able to reach the path.
He didn’t act like someone who cared about the inheritance, but he wasn’t stupid enough to just let others take it from under his nose either.
So yeah, there was a time limit.
One hour later!
By now, many had adjusted to the huge amount of Qi and were moving closer to the path—Bai Xueqing and other geniuses included.
But Bai Zihan still didn’t move.
This pissed Bai Xueqing off.
She was still struggling to move under the crushing pressure, and yet this guy who had such an overwhelming advantage was just sitting around, wasting time.
She even doubted his purpose for coming here.
“Bai Zihan!”
Bai Xueqing finally called out.
Bai Zihan, still meditating, opened his eyes at the sound of her voice.
By that point, he had already broken through to the Late Stage of the Nascent Soul Realm.
He looked around and saw that several geniuses had made it fairly close to him.
Looks like he had underestimated the talent pool of the Desolate Heaven Empire. At this rate, in another hour or two, they’d reach the path and move to the next trial.
It seemed that reaching the Soul Formation Realm right now wasn’t possible—unless he was willing to let go of the inheritance.
“Dear sister, what do you want?”
Bai Zihan stood up and walked toward Bai Xueqing.
She frowned at his fake affection but ignored his annoying tone and cut to the chase.
“Are you giving up on the inheritance?”
“Of course not!”
“Then what are you doing? Go to the next trial!”
She scolded sternly.
“Yeah, yeah. That’s what I was planning to do.”
Bai Zihan replied lazily as he turned around and walked toward the path.
As Bai Zihan strolled past Mo Tianji, he suddenly lifted his hand and swung it down fast—stopping just inches from Mo Tianji’s face.
The abrupt motion made Mo Tianji instinctively flinch, his body trembling as he stumbled back and coughed up a mouthful of blood because of losing focus.
“BAI ZIHAN!”
Bai Zihan snorted and burst into laughter.
“What the hell was that? I wasn’t even gonna hit you.”
He mocked, shaking his head.
“If I knew you were such a scaredy cat, I wouldn’t have bullied you.’”
With that final insult, he turned his back and walked away without sparing him another glance.
Mo Tianji’s clenched fists trembled violently, his face pale and eyes bloodshot, seething with humiliation and rage.
With everyone watching him, he waved back at them cheerfully.
“Bye bye! See you later!”