Cultivation Simulator: Starting From The Empress' Palace

Chapter 708: 791 Demon Eye

On the second day, when the army of the East Night Kingdom arrived and the handover was completed, they began their return journey.

On the way back, Chen Mo stayed with Zhao Fujin constantly, trying to soothe her and seek her forgiveness.

A simp, always relentless in seeking attention despite the rejection.

With Zhao Fujin, Chen Mo had been as intimate as they could be, though short of the final step, and she held deep feelings for him.

So, Chen Mo didn’t feel that asking Zhao Fujin for forgiveness was groveling.

Although Zhao Fujin kept a cold face towards Chen Mo along the way, Chen Mo could feel her resistance gradually diminishing.

Zhao Yifu watched it all with gritted teeth.

Yet he was the type who would rather tag along annoyingly than leave first despite the irritation.

The journey back was quicker than the one there.

Before night fell, the group arrived at the Shenxiao Sect.

Chen Mo, accompanied by Jiang Ruoqing, Xiaojiu, Zhao Qianyi, Nangong Xue, and Nangong Yue, went to the Divine Light Hall to complete the mission and received a reward of 30 points.

"I can finally repay my debt," Nangong Yue smiled slightly and walked towards Chen Mo, "Brother Chen Mo, I’ll return the points I owe you."

Nangong Xue also approached him.

The points exchanged for the advanced Profound Tier Divine Techniques and the points used for Nangong Xue’s treatment when she was severely injured, were all borrowed from Chen Mo.

Now with points, the first thought of the two women was to repay Chen Mo.

Seeing the determined look on their faces, Chen Mo knew if he said they didn’t need to repay, the two would not agree.

"Alright then," Chen Mo took out the Jade Scroll to accept the points they returned.

As they left the Divine Light Hall.

Chen Mo felt himself being locked onto by a powerful aura.

"Are you Chen Mo?"

A figure stepped into mid-air, standing with hands behind his back, the first thing noticed was his pair of thin peach blossom eyes, filled with emotion, tempting people to fall into them.

Next was the orange halo behind his head, exuding a powerful aura.

"It’s Brother Zhou, it’s Brother Zhou!"

Some old outer sect disciples who walked out of the Divine Light Hall, sensing the powerful aura, looked up and immediately recognized the man in the sky.

Zhou Yang, the strongest among the sixty-four direct disciples, though lacking an Immortal Body, possessed Demon Eyes equally powerful.

Once ranked seventeenth on the Divinity Transformation List.

One hundred years ago, he broke through to the Void Realm.

It was rumored that Zhou Yang’s strength surpassed that of half the inner sect elders.

"There were rumors that Brother Zhou Yang and Sister Zhao completed a sect task together. Could it be that Brother Zhou Yang is looking for Chen Mo because of Sister Zhao?"

"Does Brother Zhou Yang also like Sister Zhao?"

"Sister Zhao is so pretty; who wouldn’t like her? As a teacher from the Xuan Yuan Sect Leader, owning a Supreme Immortal Body, if she could become Dao Companion to Brother Zhou Yang, it would surely be a wonderful tale."

The disciples whispered amongst themselves.

These words naturally reached Chen Mo’s ears.

Chen Mo knew Zhao Fujin had many admirers, but didn’t know they were all so strong.

No wonder Yiren sister previously advised him not to reveal his relationship with Senior Sister for now.

Otherwise, it would cause a lot of trouble.

Turns out she was right; trouble has come knocking now.

"I am Chen Mo, may I know the purpose of your visit, Brother Zhou?"

Chen Mo looked up at Zhou Yang, his expression unfazed.

"I just wanted to see what abilities Zhao Junior Sister’s admired man possesses."

With that, Zhou Yang’s demeanor became stern, a powerful pressure descended upon Chen Mo.

In that instant, Chen Mo felt as if a mountain of ten thousand was pressing on him, the immense pressure causing his knees to bend, inch by inch, towards the ground.

"I must not kneel!" Chen Mo gritted his teeth, fully channeling the Thunder Jade Scripture, gradually standing upright.

"Kneel!"

Zhou Yang muttered lightly.

Suddenly, the pressure intensified.

Chen Mo’s originally straight knees bent once more, and even more severely than before, he almost ground his teeth to dust.

"Boom!"

Chen Mo mobilized all his True Qi to resist the pressure.

Yet the pressure was too overwhelming.

His whole body was bent over.

"Must not kneel!"

Chen Mo roared in fury, a powerful will erupted, pushing his nearly kneeling knees back upright.

"Master." Xiaojiu and others’ expressions changed, wanting to help, but a wall of air blocked anyone from approaching Chen Mo.

"Humph." Zhou Yang snorted coldly, further increasing the pressure.

"Stop!"

At that moment, Zhao Fujin arrived by flying sword, she had just returned to find the Sect Leader.

Yet in that brief moment apart, trouble befell Brother Chen.

However, despite Zhao Fujin’s stern command, Zhou Yang remained unmoved, casually waving and forming a spatial wall to block Zhao Fujin.

"Zhou Yang, what are you doing, fighting among disciples is forbidden in the Shenxiao Sect," Zhao Fujin raged as she battered the spatial wall.

"Fighting? He doesn’t deserve it, I’m merely testing his strength..."

Zhou Yang wouldn’t break sect rules; he was merely exerting pressure, not actually fighting, and he had restraint, enough to avoid killing or injuring him.

"Kneel..."

Seeing Chen Mo struggle with his hands on the ground, Zhou Yang softly commanded, a more formidable pressure descended.

"Zhou Yang, my people are not for you to bully."

Just then, an even greater pressure emanated from the void, instantly shattering Zhou Yang’s pressure and enveloped Zhou Yang instead.

"Kneel!" A cold voice echoed from the void.

In an instant, the space around Zhou Yang began to collapse, a force capable of crushing the heavens pressed down on him, forcing him to kneel from the void.

"Boom!"

Zhou Yang, hands forming seals, his halo behind erupted in brilliant light, rippling like water and even the air visibly crumpled, withstanding the pressure.

"Oh, improved strength indeed? But bullying my person is unacceptable."

Zuoqiu Yiren’s figure appeared above Chen Mo, her face hardening, she slowly raised her hand: "Kneel!"

Her palm slammed down.

An even stronger pressure crushed towards Zhou Yang.

Zhou Yang’s face turned pale, then suddenly shut his eyes, a strange aura seeped from within as the sky darkened.

Seeing the sky turn dark instantly, the disciples were stunned.

In the air, Zuoqiu Yiren seemed to have guessed something.

When Zhou Yang reopened his eyes, a blood-colored giant eye appeared in the dim sky.

The moment the blood giant eye emerged, the pressure that was enveloping him shattered.