Traitor
The Zhuàngguān Empire's competition continued, the four headed serpent was put into a dungeon with a lot of powerful beast. The serpent not only weakened the incident make him lose face, his sissy appearance was changed into a sorry figure, ugly to the eyes of his fellow beast.
In the Baozang mountains he was arrogant to the highest level but as he was put to the dungeon he was the one being bullied.
After seven months, the competition declares the winner as the group of Wang ZhenXian. The accumulated value of the treasure they acquired is the highest among the previous competition, making it a breaking tier record.
Although one member wasn't in the coronation and receiving of honor. The prize were already sealed in a luxury gold box. The names are carved on the cover of the box emitting a brilliant white that lightens when the owner received their awards. No one knows what are the awards given but written on the eye of Xiao Cheng is satisfaction to see the younger generation gearing up for their future.
Unexpectedly, the second place is the Demonic Sect led by Mo Xiulin. The treasures he acquired himself is half the price of Wang ZhenXian's team. While his team mates only got half of Mo Xiulin's treasures clearly showing how skilled Mo Xiulin is.
The third was given to the treacherous Ghost Sect that would gang up those weaker sects and took out their treasures. No one filed a complaint due to fear as a result they were place on the third seat.
Even third place, the faces of the Ghost Sect didn't show happiness. They gloomily look at the Yan Sect disciples which didn't mind the eyes of the flies.
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.It has been a week since Wang ZhenXian is awake from being stuck in a coma for two weeks. His face grew more sharp, his toned body became feeble and frail, silky long hair fall on his shoulder wildly dropping on the water, looking at his reflection on the cold and hot spring he can only slap his forehead in contempt. He looks like a beautiful woman seducing a man.
Fuck this life! Did I become a frail woman!
He lost the enthusiasm to continue soaking on the hot and cold spring. Moving his slender sexy legs he put his inner white clothing and went to his bamboo hut.
Opening the door, a purple haired puppy and a beautiful white robe man is seen sitting on the wooden table: "It's time for your medicine. What took you so long?"
Yan Jiangquing always came to his room every now and then. Not even daring on stepping out the Wuxia Peak. He boiled his disciple's medicine and even tried to learn how to cook.
He became a nanny of Wang ZhenXian from time to time causing the corner of the youth's eyes to twitched. He was not used to the treatment before he departed they treated each other like a master and disciple but right at the moment not the same anymore. More of like a maid husband for a royalty.
"I- I took a bath Shizun. Pardon this disciple I made Shizun worry." Wang ZhenXian replied as he sit on the other side of the table. The tiny purple hairy puppy jumps at him and nestled in his lap. Wang ZhenXian rubbed the puppy's neck and it showed a favorable eyes of response.
Yan Jiangquing looks at the small beast bitterly, wanting to swat it away from Wang ZhenXian's lap: "Stop petting that beast it grew spoiled. Eat something first before you drink the medicine."
He said while giving Wang ZhenXian a bamboo chopsticks. His eyes never left on the beast face, as the beast perceived the danger it voluntarily went on the side of the table waiting for his food in the corner.

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