Surprise! The popular villain is actually Long Aotian's wife

(Read the previous chapter first)

"He lit up the Three Thousand Heritage Towers!"

I don't know who shouted first.

For a moment, the crowd was in an uproar.

"Handstand brother? Shit-eating brother?"

"Stand up? Eat?"

Someone pointed at a ball of strangely colored poop and said seriously, "It was just pooped by the unicorn. Do you want to eat it?"

After these words were spoken, even more people started to make a fuss.

"Once a monk like me speaks, it is an oath to heaven! How can we go back on our words?"

"Don't be restrained, brother. We are all family here."

"No matter how embarrassing something is, it will never be told to others. Silly child, stop standing there."

"Where are the plates! Hurry up and get two for our brother!"

"Spoon, spoon! Give the spoon to our brother too!"

At this moment, the three thousand inheritance towers are no longer important. Thousands of eyes are staring at the man who made such a bold statement.

Taking advantage of the diversion of attention, Xiao Lin prepared to run away with the rabbit in his arms.

"Oh!"

A heritage tower without even any magical instruments on top suddenly opened its stone door, sucked Xiao Lin in with irresistible force, and then closed the stone door with a bang.

The three Ye sisters felt that in the blink of an eye, the person was gone.

Ye Qiuling's eyes suddenly lit up, she grinned, and stared at the snow-white little beast that was left there.

It really is a wish come true.

"Little cutie, he left you behind, come to your sister quickly."

Ye Qiuling came in front of Qi Wu Yue, stretched out her white and tender hands, bent down and was about to take the little rabbit away.

Qi Wu Yue raised his claws, ready to let this perverted girl know how dangerous the world is.

No matter how cute the Moonlight Rabbit is, you can't touch it.

This emperor is noble, you are not worthy of him.

"Oh!"

There was a vibration as the stone door opened.

Xiao Lin stood behind the stone gate, tall and slender, with a face as white as jade, his phoenix eyes fell on Ye Qiuling's hand that was reaching out to Qi Wu Yue.

He walked out of the stone tower leisurely and calmly with graceful steps, and in front of Ye Qiuling, he took away his little rabbit, as if he was just taking away something that he had accidentally dropped, and returned to the stone tower again.

Ye Qiuling's outstretched hand remained frozen in place.

The stone door fell down with a bang.

She ate a mouthful of dust, looking incredulous.

How is it possible that someone could enter the inheritance tower and come out again?

You can come out, take your pet away and go back in!

The inheritance tower favors him so much!

If according to convention.

There is indeed no precedent for the inheritance tower to open and close so easily, or even for allowing one to bring a spirit pet in.

but--

The remnant soul of the inheritance tower: If he doesn’t bring that rabbit, this kid will not only refuse to accept his inheritance, but will even tear down his tower!

There is absolutely no manners at all!

Most of the tower that I built with great effort was demolished by him.

I clearly want to pass on the legacy to him, not steal his money!

The remnant soul thought angrily.

Xiao Lin had already taken out a cushion and placed the snow-white little beast in his arms on it. He coaxed it softly and took out three or four plates of snacks and placed them aside.

The remnant soul fell silent.

Is this rabbit his spiritual pet or his ancestor?

"There is food, drink, and sleep. I guarantee that your ancestor will not starve to death for ten days or half a month. I say, kid, that's enough. Come on and accept my inheritance!" The remnant soul couldn't help but speak.

Xiao Lin paused while arranging the blanket, and turned back to look at the vague and fuzzy soul: "Ten days or half a month?"

"Senior, I think we should forget about this inheritance."

His expression was serious, and he didn't seem to be joking at all.

The remnant soul's heart suddenly skipped a beat: "You must be joking. Everyone knows that my inheritance is the simplest. You can learn it just by looking at it. It can be easily mastered in half an hour."

Never mind, just muddle through.

The person has been captured. If he gives up because of such a small matter, where can he find another successor to the spiritual eyes that he has always dreamed of?

There was a lot of noise outside the stone tower.

The guy who was vowed to eat shit while standing upside down had a spoon stuffed in his right hand and a plate stuffed in his left hand, with a look of despair in his eyes.

His tower lit up.

Is that a tower?

That is the living parents saving the world!

The light of redemption is radiating.

With tears in his eyes, he ran towards his tower without looking back.

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It was not until the stone door fell down with a bang that everyone came to their senses and said with deep regret: "Why didn't we stop him just now? He actually escaped."

A man waved a priceless brocade fan, tapped his palm with the fan handle, lifted his robe and sat on the stool in front of the stone gate: "I won't leave today, I will block this stone gate, I don't believe I can't stop this grandson."

Anyway, he has average qualifications and a small family fortune, and he is just here to make up the numbers so that he can ask his father for spirit stones when he returns.

There were also a few wealthy and idle people blocking the door, but most of the students dispersed in small groups, each going to look for their own tower.

Outside the tower, a few wealthy and idle people were chatting.

"Do you think the genius who lit up the Three Thousand Heritage Towers can really learn all three thousand heritages?"

"That's impossible. The Jade Secret Realm is open for only seven days. It's a bit outrageous to learn three thousand inheritances in just seven days."

"I think he should pick a few good inheritances to learn."

"From the outside, there is nothing special about the inheritance. It is nothing more than some tattered magic tools. This brother has extraordinary insights. Do you have any wonderful methods?"

The man waved his hand modestly: "It's not a method, but you think, we don't know what the abilities of the cultivators ten thousand years ago were. As for how powerful their inheritance is, we have to learn it to know."

Several people nearby echoed: "That's right!"

The man pretended to smile mysteriously: "But there is one thing that never changes."

"The more capable the cultivator is, the worse the magic weapon in his hand can be."

"Look at the heavenly-grade magic weapons, semi-immortal weapons, and even immortal weapons in the hands of those venerables!"

"My dad bought an earth-level magic weapon at an auction a few days ago. Guess what?"

"Hey, he carries it with him wherever he goes, and from time to time he takes it out to show off in front of people, saying things like, 'As a cultivator, my magical weapon can't be bad. Old Liu, take a look at this new magical weapon I bought.'"

"Oh! I can't bear to look at his face."

"So, the better the grade of the magical instrument suspended at the top, the more it can prove the status of the predecessor in the tower when he was alive."

As he spoke, he pointed to the magic weapon on the top of the stone tower next to him.

"As for Brother Daoshi's inheritance, a top-grade yellow-level magic weapon, tsk tsk, it's obvious that it doesn't have much potential. This senior in the tower--" He paused slightly and waved his hand.

"So that's how it is. It makes a lot of sense." A wealthy and idle man suddenly realized.

His eyes were sharp and bright, as if he had discovered a new world. He pointed to a certain place and said with great joy, "That one is of lower grade yellow rank, the worst magical instrument in the Three Thousand Heritage Tower. So the inheritance of the elders in the tower must be the worst. So it's best for everyone not to choose that inheritance, right?"

He understood, and he put it into practice and immediately expressed his views in an eloquent manner.

The few wealthy and idle people nearby, as well as the discoverer of the conclusion, all fell into unusual silence.

We are not brothers, why do you say it so blatantly?

Although the person in the tower is dead, his spirit and soul are still here, and they're still residing in the magic weapon. How dare you expose his secrets so blatantly!

It is not advisable to pull others down.

The remaining soul of a person will bear grudges!

The excavator winked at him desperately: Brother! I'm going to say it, brother! Don't say that! I'm afraid that the senior's coffin lid won't be able to hold him down, and he'll crawl out and grab the bones and hit you.

My eyelids were twitching, but Brother Fugui Xianren didn't understand and kept asking excitedly, "Is that so? Do you think we should tell everyone about this conclusion?"

"After all, that inheritance is the worst. If you have a better choice, don't choose that one."

The discoverer of the important conclusion looked solemn: Is this person simply too crazy? Whose family is this? How could he let it out without any hesitation? Isn't he afraid of being beaten to death if he goes out?

Several other wealthy and idle people touched their heads.

Suddenly I felt a little creepy and a little chilly.

The person is dead and you are still scolding him, how can he tolerate it?

Definitely intolerable.

The residual soul in the lower-grade yellow magic weapon was so angry that it was trembling with fear.

Yes, he was a casual cultivator. He lived a rather difficult life and was a frugal person. He was usually incorruptible and would sew two patches on his torn robes himself.

He is poor.

But he believed that he had made some achievements through his hard work and practice, and was well-known and respected among the independent practitioners.

He is much more self-reliant than many second-generation immortals who rely on the protection of their ancestors.

What's wrong with the magic weapon he used being of lower yellow grade?

Is a yellow-grade, low-grade magic weapon going to be ridiculed like this?

Judging people by their abilities is so easy and fooling is so casual!

And what a bullshit conclusion that guy made!

The remaining soul of the self-respecting and strong-willed cultivator was almost madly angry. He was determined to teach these rude and disrespectful youngsters a lesson even if it meant losing his inheritance.

A large, pitch-black, gloomy cloud quickly gathered above the heads of several rich and idle people, becoming thicker and thicker, and when the color reached a certain intensity.

A black thunder of resentment as thick as an arm came from above the rich and idle man's head with a crackling sound at a speed faster than the speed of lightning... It was like a five-thunderbolt strike.

There were several hurried howls, followed by a familiar sound of something cracking.

Conclusion: The excavators and several other wealthy and idle people were struck by lightning and turned black, their golden crowns shattered, and their hair stood up in a mess.

Fortunately, no one got burned.

But the hair was burnt, and when the wind blew, it turned into ashes and flew away...

It was so cold and bald that several people screamed when they touched their foreheads.