Chapter 3

"The sun is already high, and Song Ting hasn't returned yet. Brothers, let's prepare to collect his body!"

Shi Xingwang's face was twisted with malice. Although Song Ting had never deliberately offended him, the sight of Song Ting's handsome face always irritated him.

Sui Manying was the one he liked the most among those demonesses. Even if he died in Sui Manying's bed, it would be worth it.

But Sui Manying had chosen Song Ting, and not just once or twice.

Every time Song Ting returned, Shi Xingwang felt a burning anger in his stomach.

"Little Stone, you might be disappointed," Song Ting kicked open the stone door and glanced coldly at Shi Xingwang.

Shi Xingwang was somewhat surprised, then said maliciously, "No big deal, it will just be the next time."

"I won't leave you a whole body. I'll castrate you first, then cut you into pieces." He walked up to Song Ting's ear and laughed nastily.

Song Ting chuckled and whispered back, "We'll see who needs to collect a body first."

"And get that disgusting pig shit smell away from me."

"You're asking for it!" Shi Xingwang used to collect pig manure for a living.

Just as he was about to slap Song Ting, a spell hit him and knocked him back.

"Stop! Servants are not allowed to fight!"

Outside the stone door, Sui Manying stood in the weeds, wearing thick clothes, with a spell aura emanating from her palm.

"Manying, why are you here? Isn't it better to rest in your cave?"

Song Ting smiled, knowing that Shi Xingwang liked Sui Manying, so he deliberately provoked him.

Sui Manying's face darkened, and she rolled her eyes, "You forgot your belt, take it."

After placing a tattered cloth belt in Song Ting's hand, Sui Manying left.

"Thank you, Manying. I'll give you the name of the child next time."

In the stone room, there were dozens of envious eyes, one pair of smug eyes, and two pairs of eyes hiding in the corner, filled with sorrow and anger.

Shi Xingwang's heart was breaking. His dream girl was being so kind to Song Ting.

"Song Ting, you must die!" He vowed in his heart.

He slammed his fist on the ground, stood up, and shouted at Song Ting, "Song dog, don't be so smug."

"Grandpa will soon draw qi into his body, and you'll be minced meat for the dogs."

"Tch, brain-dead." Song Ting didn't care and started planning for the next time as he sat on his bed.

He decided not to enhance the pills to the ninth grade next time to save some yin-yang points.

Then, the next time, he would use a qi-drawing pill to enter the outer sect!

Just as Song Ting was happily imagining his escape from a sinful life, a terrible news came the next day.

Shi Xingwang had successfully drawn qi into his body.

And he wasn't just an outer sect disciple, but an inner sect disciple.

He had a one-in-ten-thousand Lesser Yin constitution, and was chosen by a male elder of the Hehuan Sect who had a preference for men.

Although he would have to endure the pain of women in the future, it was still a meteoric rise, and his life was no longer in danger.

"Damn good luck!"

Upon hearing the news, Song Ting, who had just lain down, suddenly sat up, his sense of crisis skyrocketing!

A qi-drawing cultivator, an inner sect disciple?

He couldn't even imagine that a pig manure collector could achieve this?

"Brother Ting, what should we do? Shi Xingwang has made it big. Will he be a threat to you?"

Wang Xiaowen, who slept in the lower bunk, was worried.

He was the closest to Song Ting in this room.

Song Ting's mind raced, "Xiaowen, don't panic. There are always more solutions than problems."

"Song Ting, you're probably going to die soon."

Someone who was close to Shi Xingwang poured cold water, "An inner sect disciple, even Sui Senior Sister can't save you."

Song Ting ignored him.

As that person said, an outer sect disciple might be punished for killing a servant like him.

But an inner sect disciple was different. They had higher authority, and killing a servant was just a matter of a word.

"Am I going to be a corpse?" Song Ting muttered to himself.

Even if he became an outer sect disciple now, it wouldn't be enough.

"Fuck! If I had an inner sect disciple as a backer right now, it would be great!" Song Ting sighed inwardly.

An inner sect disciple?

Song Ting seemed to have an idea and leaned over the bed rail to confirm, "Xiaowen, do you have to reach the Foundation Establishment stage to enter the inner sect?"

Wang Xiaowen knew more.

In the mortal world, he was a storyteller, and the demoness he contributed to loved chatting, so they were bound together.

Wang Xiaowen, who was about to sleep, straightened up, nodded, and then shook his head, "No, Brother Ting, that guy was chosen because of his constitution by the male elder, not because of his cultivation."

"Then can reaching the Foundation Establishment stage also work?"

"Of course it can."

"Good." Song Ting felt a bit more at ease after getting this information.

He had a plan.

As long as Shi Xingwang didn't have time to kill him in the next few days, he would be safe.

At that moment, deep in the Hehuan Sect, in a grand cave with dense spiritual energy and exquisite layout.

A middle-aged man with a bare upper body and explosive muscles sat on a pure gold chair.

The chair was carved with birds and beasts in the midst of a cloud and rain, making people blush.

He wore a gold mask and looked appreciatively at Shi Xingwang kneeling on a warm stone below.

"Boy, you have good luck."

"A servant disciple, yet you possess the Lesser Yin constitution."

"Could I achieve the Yuan Ying stage in my lifetime?"

The male elder laughed heartily.

After the laughter faded, the male elder took out a cultivation technique from his storage bag and handed it to Shi Xingwang.

"Come, boy, cultivate this technique well."

"Once you're done, come and serve me!"

Shi Xingwang trembled as he received the technique, thanked the elder, and then left.

He returned to his own cave as an inner sect disciple and laughed out loud at the layout inside.

"There's a pill furnace, and a soft purple-core spirit wood bed..."

"Song Ting, when I master this technique and serve the elder, what will your face look like? Will it be worse than the faces of those pigs waiting to be slaughtered?"

"And Sui Senior Sister, you won't escape my grasp either!"

On the other side, Song Ting asked Wang Xiaowen to deliver a letter to Sui Manying through the senior sister he contributed to.

Wang Xiaowen agreed.

The letter asked Sui Manying to have Song Ting contribute again the next day.

The next day, the black-robed cultivator indeed called Song Ting's name to contribute.

In Sui Manying's cave, as soon as Song Ting saw her, he collapsed into her ample bosom, like a face wash.

"What's wrong, Song Ting?" Sui Manying felt a warmth in her chest, confused.

"Sui Sister, save me!"

Song Ting, in pain, told her about Shi Xingwang.

Sui Manying, who had been staying in her cave, hadn't heard about it.

"This is a bit troublesome. I'm afraid I can't help you," Sui Manying said apologetically.

"No, Senior Sister, you can."

"What level are you at, Senior Sister?"

"By luck, I'm at the eighth level of Qi Cultivation. What's the matter?"

"If you get a lot like a few days ago, how many times do you think it will take to reach the Foundation Establishment stage?"

Sui Manying's mouth opened slightly, guessing Song Ting's plan, "Probably two or three times."

"But you must have eighteen times."

"I guarantee eighteen times, let's start now!"