"Junior Brother Zou, feel free to make yourself at home. Just remember, once the oil lamp is out, no matter what happens, do not leave this cabin!"

’He didn’t really need the reminder.’ Zou Feng had already been told about this precaution.

To cultivate on the third floor of the Demon Suppression Tower, you first had to enter a wooden cabin, extinguish the oil lamp, and only then could you officially begin your Cultivation.

When you were finished cultivating, wanted to rest, or wished to leave the cabin, you had to relight the oil lamp first.

Zou Feng was actually a little curious about what would happen after the lamp went out.

So he immediately said he was ready and let the disciple, Brother Wang, blow out the lamp.

At first, nothing happened. Zou Feng couldn’t be bothered to just wait around, so he focused on circulating the *Yangsui Scripture*.

An unknown amount of time passed before strange sounds gradually began to drift in from outside the cabin.

Then came the sound of light footsteps, followed by a knock on the door.

"Young Master, may I come in?"

"Young Master, it’s so cold out here. Could I come in and warm up...?"

"Please save me..."

A series of soft, weak female voices came from the doorway.

’Is that it?’

’These strange noises can’t affect me at all. Can the third floor of the Demon Suppression Tower really help with my *Yangsui Scripture* Cultivation?’

’But I can’t jump to conclusions yet. I’ll wait and see.’

The thought had barely crossed his mind when, with a CREAK, the cabin door was pushed open.

Zou Feng froze. ’The things outside can actually get in?’

Although it was pitch black, Zou Feng’s sharp eyesight still allowed him to make out the general scene.

But when he looked toward the door, he discovered it hadn’t been pushed open from the outside.

Instead, it was Brother Wang, from inside the cabin, who had stepped forward and pulled it open.

"Yuniang, you’re here! Come in, quickly!"

But in Zou Feng’s vision, there was no "Yuniang." Brother Wang seemed to be talking to thin air.

Next, the other disciple, Brother Lin, also welcomed something unknown into the cabin at the doorway.

Not long after, the cabin was filled with indescribable panting sounds.

It seemed as though these two Inner Sect Disciples had led their "lovers" into the room and begun to explore the path of dual cultivation.

’So, these two are cultivating here by using phantoms for dual cultivation!?’

’And that faint, strange smell I noticed when I first entered... it couldn’t be...’

He gave a slightly exasperated smile. Although this was the first time Zou Feng had seen someone dual cultivate with a phantom, it wasn’t what he’d consider particularly kinky.

’These two were so friendly to me earlier, and didn’t mind us all cultivating in the cabin together. They must have thought I was one of them...’

Having a general idea of what was happening, Zou Feng couldn’t be bothered to pay them any more attention. As long as he didn’t leave the cabin, he wouldn’t be in any danger. He just needed to keep focusing on his Cultivation.

As Zou Feng continued to cultivate, the strange noises from outside grew more and more frequent, creating an interesting contrast with the various cries coming from within the cabin.

Zou Feng never felt that these sounds affected him. The reason, of course, was that he was cultivating the *Yangsui Scripture*, a Skill that could exorcise evil and break illusions.

Furthermore, any influence from the evil entities outside automatically manifested as side effects of his Cultivation, which were then transferred to his patron on the leaderboard.

However, Zou Feng knew very well that these side effects were nothing to a True Disciple like Lu Guanghua.

The main thing was to burn through his lifespan with all his might.

「While he was completely absorbed in his Cultivation, roughly three days and nights passed in the blink of an eye.」

The right environment, cultivating without regard for the cost... Suddenly, a wisp of pure white flame erupted from the top of Zou Feng’s head.

The Yangsui Fire, the required result of cultivating the *Yangsui Scripture*, was a success!

"*Yangsui Scripture* (Initiate), Progress: 20%"

Zou Feng was mostly satisfied with this progress.

After all, he was confident he could get the *Yangsui Scripture* to the Minor Success Realm in less than ten days.

If he continued cultivating for another three to five months and reached Great Success, the Yangsui Fire would be able to burn lifespan. At that point, it should be able to help Lu Guanghua accelerate his Ascension.

After all, a True Disciple whose lifespan was nearing its end and whose body was already in decline couldn’t possibly have much resistance in this regard.

But unexpectedly, not long after the Yangsui Fire ignited, two piercing screams echoed through the cabin.

"Yuniang, what’s wrong, Yuniang!?"

"No—"

After the screams, Brother Wang’s mournful cry rang out.

The Yangsui Fire illuminated the entire cabin, and the scene before him was a real headache for Zou Feng.

His two Inner Sect Disciple cabin-mates were both completely naked, and the floor was a total mess. 𝐟𝐫𝕖𝗲𝘄𝚎𝗯𝕟𝐨𝕧𝐞𝚕.𝕔𝕠𝐦

It seemed they hadn’t stopped for the entire three days and nights.

Zou Feng was beginning to wonder if these two were really using phantoms for dual cultivation.

Judging by the looks of anguish on their faces, as if they’d lost their true loves, they had probably come to see the phantoms as their soulmates. Coming here to cultivate was just an excuse; they were simply looking to have some fun...

"Junior Brother Zou, you... what is this...?"

After a brief moment of grief, the two didn’t dwell on it for too long. After all, there were plenty more "ladies" to be found here.

However, only now did they realize that Zou Feng hadn’t been dual cultivating with a phantom.

Zou Feng didn’t answer immediately. Instead, he tried to control the Yangsui Fire to relight the oil lamp.

He tried, and sure enough, it lit.

This made the other two look surprised again. After all, the oil lamp in the cabin had to be lit with the special "firestarter stone" kept on the table.

"Junior Brother Zou, are you practicing an exorcism art?"

The disciple surnamed Wang reacted instantly.

As soon as Zou Feng nodded in confirmation, their expressions changed.

"Tsk, what’s wrong with you? If you’re cultivating an exorcism art, what are you doing here?"

"Get out, get out! You’re not welcome here. Don’t disturb our normal Cultivation." Their attitudes shifted completely, and they immediately started trying to kick him out.

Zou Feng completely understood.

After all, if he continued to cultivate here, these two wouldn’t be able to get intimate with the phantoms anymore.

So, without arguing, he walked straight out of the cabin.

He calculated the time. His first session cultivating the *Yangsui Scripture* was more or less done. He had no plans for a long-term seclusion here yet, so he simply left the Demon Suppression Tower.

Unexpectedly, just as he stepped out, Zou Feng faintly heard someone greeting him from behind.

But when he turned to look, there was no one there.

The next moment, Zou Feng gave the top of the tower a thoughtful glance, then started walking again.

Back at the Hongxing Inn, even though three days had passed since the tournament match, a steady stream of disciples was still coming and going near the main gate.

All these people were here under the pretext of offering congratulations, hoping to befriend a prodigy like him.

This was normal. Wherever there were people, there were social obligations.

Besides, it was possible that some had successfully bet on the underdog, won big, and genuinely wanted to thank him from the bottom of their hearts.

He certainly wouldn’t act cold and aloof toward these well-wishers.

The next moment, he went forward to greet them, accepting their congratulations one by one.

However, he politely declined all the invitations to be a guest for drinks another day, using the excuse that he was busy with his Cultivation.

After being busy for quite a while, he finally saw off all the congratulatory guests.

A rough calculation showed that, not counting the gifts, the amount of Immortal Fate he was given directly added up to more than ten thousand points.

’As expected, people don’t feel the pinch when spending Immortal Fate they won from a bet.’

He thought he had seen everyone off, but when he turned back, he saw someone still standing stiffly in the courtyard, clearly with no intention of leaving with the others.

"Senior Jing?"

The person who hadn’t left was none other than the former Sword Saint of Great Yan, Jing Huaisong.

He had clearly re-fused with his sword bone and gotten back on his feet.

But after suffering several great disasters, his aura had lost its former sharpness.

This sword, in the end, had been dulled.

"I’m ashamed. How can I still accept being called ’Senior’? According to the rules of the Pinnacle Celestial Immortal Sect, you can just call me Junior Brother," Jing Huaisong said with a wry smile.

Zou Feng couldn’t be bothered to fuss over titles, so he immediately changed his address. "Is there something else, Junior Brother Jing?"

Jing Huaisong cupped his fist. "I am deeply indebted to Brother Zou for your great kindness and have no way to repay it. From now on, I am willing to serve you faithfully!"

"..."

After a moment of silence, Zou Feng shook his head slightly. "Junior Brother Jing, I appreciate the sentiment. We are both cultivating in the Pinnacle Celestial Immortal Sect, so there’s no need to talk about service. In the future, we can just help each other out when needed."

"But..."

Before he could say more, Zou Feng waved his hand, cutting him off. "I really don’t have anything for you to do. You’re not going to stay here and just guard the door, are you?"