jdhmnovel Chapter 99 The Scoundrels Among Cultivators
Chapter 99 The Scoundrels Among Cultivators
Chapter Ninety-Nine: Scoundrels Among Cultivators
Lü Qianqian's practice of concealing her cultivation level gave Zhuo Yang a great deal of inspiration.
In the demon realm, strength represents everything. Every demon cultivator will definitely show off their formidable power, and often a single glance is enough to frighten away enemies.
In the mortal realm, it's different; one can conceal their cultivation and pretend to be weak to outsmart others!
Zhuo Yang found a secluded corner, closed his eyes, and pondered a method to conceal his cultivation level.
As a dignified demon lord, he was knowledgeable and versed in all laws, and his Golden Core cultivation possessed powerful true essence, which quickly led him to a conclusion.
“The way cultivators judge the cultivation level of others is by sensing the fluctuations of true essence on their bodies. So I imprison all my true essence in my dantian, enveloping the golden core. In this way, only the true essence that slowly circulates in the meridians remains, and the fluctuations of true essence are very small!”
Zhuo Yang chuckled and immediately circulated his golden core, absorbing all the true essence in his meridians, which flowed like a great river, into his dantian...
Not long after, he opened his eyes again, but the light in them had dimmed, and the sharp aura around him had disappeared.
"The fluctuations in Zhenyuan during the fusion period should not attract anyone's attention!"
Zhuo Yang smiled faintly and walked away from the corner.
He first went around to the various entertainment areas on the cruise ship and was surprised to find that there were stalls selling masks in the casino.
There was supposed to be a costume party that evening, and the stall owner enthusiastically tried to sell it to Zhuo Yang.
Zhuo Yang picked up a mask at random, put it on, looked in the mirror, and his heart skipped a beat.
"This mask looks so familiar!"
Upon closer inspection, it was discovered that the woman in white who came to steal the treasure during the exploration of the ancient tomb in Dazexiang was wearing a silver mask.
The two masks are very similar, and may even have been produced in the same factory.
"That's it!"
Zhuo Yang bought another Western-style dress for the masquerade ball, and then went to the bathroom to change.
At that moment, at a gambling table, a beautiful young woman was shaking a dice cup. Her face was flushed with nervousness, while two tall women next to her cheered for her.
"Six! Six! Six!"
The dice cup was set down with a thud.
The three girls were breathing heavily as they looked at the dealer.
The casino on the ship is clever; it doesn't participate in gambling itself, but rather lets tourists gamble against each other, with the casino making the judgment and taking a 5% cut from the bets.
The three girls were betting against four men, the leader of whom had a sinister look on his face. He squinted and looked the three girls up and down.
He saw the dice cup set down, gave a sinister laugh, and slammed his hand on the gambling table.
When the dealer opened the dice cup, all three dice showed a six!
"Yay, I've hit the jackpot!"
The two girls almost lifted Zhang Lu up; they had won a lot of money.
However, the next moment, another die fell out of the dice cup and bounced on the gambling table.
The smiles of the three girls froze instantly.
"You cheated!" The man with a sinister expression stood up in pain. "Arrest them! Daring to cheat with me, you're courting death!"
The three men behind them immediately rushed forward and dragged the three girls towards a small door.
The sinister-looking man casually tossed a 1,000-dollar chip to the dealer and turned to leave.
The dealer immediately put on an expression as if nothing had happened...
At this moment, Zhuo Yang changed his clothes and came out of the bathroom, where he saw this scene.
"Zhang Lu?"
Zhuo Yang recognized him.
When they boarded the ship, the three models planned to seduce Zhuo Yang.
Frowning, Zhuo Yang followed.
Behind the small door was a crew passageway, from which faint cries could be heard. Zhuo Yang tiptoed and stealthily crept over.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, we just wanted to gamble a couple of times, we didn't cheat, we really didn't!"
"Nothing? Your chests are so bulging, you must be hiding something!"
"No, really not!"
"Hmph, stop talking nonsense, take off your clothes and let us check!"
"ah……"
Zhang Lu screamed!
Zhuo Yang frowned and walked out.
At the end of the passage, four men cornered Zhang Lu and her companions, and began to grope them.
"Who?"
A young man in his early twenties suddenly turned around, his sinister eyes fixed on Zhuo Yang.
The other three quickly turned around, each radiating true energy fluctuations, indicating considerable strength; they were all at the Fusion stage.
"You're a cultivator too?" The man with the sinister expression sneered. "And a mere Fusion Stage cultivator at that. Get lost and mind your own business!"
When Zhang Lu and the others saw Zhuo Yang, they were filled with hope and cried out.
Zhuo Yang had no desire to play the hero and save the damsel in distress, but the reality was right in front of him, so what should he do?
"Humph!"
A cold laugh came from behind me.
Zhuo Yang turned around abruptly and saw Lü Qianqian dressed in white, looking elegant and graceful. He immediately smirked: "She's been following me."
With her hands in her pockets, Lü Qianqian exuded an imposing aura, and her beauty was as stunning as a celestial being. The four scoundrel cultivators quickly revealed wicked smiles.
"Hey, beautiful, what are you planning to do, a beauty saving a hero?" The sinister man laughed exaggeratedly. "We're all cultivators, you're just offering yourself up as food, hahaha..."
Zhuo Yang's lips twitched, but he held back his laughter. Lü Qianqian had concealed her cultivation level, and those four guys couldn't tell!
Lu Qianqian glanced at Zhuo Yang, walked expressionlessly to the four cultivators, and said coldly, "That kid is my follower. Do you think I'm a cultivator or not?"
"Hmm? You're a cultivator too?" The sinister man narrowed his eyes, unable to sense any fluctuations in Lü Qianqian's true essence, and his expression darkened. "Since we're all cultivators, let's be frank!"
"We are disciples of the Seven Stars Sect. My name is Peng Xiulin, a disciple of the sect leader. And you are?"
All four people signed up, displaying an arrogant attitude.
The Seven Stars Sect is considered a mid-tier sect in the cultivation world, and they have the confidence to face disciples from any cultivation sect.
Lu Qianqian pouted and said, "Seven Star Sect, Yue Tianlu, they're so famous!"
"How dare you address my master by his name!" Peng Xiulin was furious. He immediately drew a throwing knife from his waist, which was none other than the Seven Star Sect's signature magic weapon, the Seven Star Flying Knife.
Zhuo Yang touched his nose. What a small world!
He didn't move, wanting to see how Lü Qianqian would handle it.
Lü Qianqian glanced back at Zhuo Yang, smiled subtly, her demeanor as elegant as tea, yet beautiful and captivating.
Zhuo Yang's heart skipped a beat. Did she know about his grudge with the Seven Star Sect?
At this moment, Lü Qianqian had already turned back, her indifferent gaze sweeping over Peng Xiulin and the other three, and she sneered, "Scoundrels among cultivators, I hate people like you the most!"
"What do you mean? Do you look down on the Seven Star Sect?" Peng Xiulin took a deep breath, a murderous glint flashing in his sinister eyes.
Lü Qianqian smiled wryly, and pulled her small hand out of her pocket, where she was actually clutching a jade pendant.
"Mysterious Ice Jade Pendant!"
With a soft sound, a chilling wind suddenly surged from the jade pendant, instantly enveloping Peng Xiulin and the other three people.
Before they could even scream, the four of them were frozen solid by the ice, turning into ice sculptures on the spot, their faces still showing expressions of shock.