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nSu Hu’s face turned green and then black, constantly changing colors like a palette.

nHe was the head of the Su Family, the largest family in Huan Yun. His reputation and pride mattered the most.

nIt was embarrassing to be surrounded by so many people at the same time.

nSu Hu was extremely regretful. If he had known this would happen, he might as well have made his identity clear from the beginning.

nEveryone looked at them in astonishment and bewilderment, making Su Zhiyu and Su Zhijing extremely uncomfortable.

nBoth sisters hung their heads low, wishing they could bury their faces in their chests.

nSu Zhiyu had always been a noble, beautiful, and enviable goddess. Even the ends of her hair were perfect from head to toe.

nNow, she looked like a dirty beggar and was seen by so many people. She almost fainted from the shock.

nBoth parties were silent for a long time. Seeing these people still standing there and watching the commotion, Su Hu finally couldn’t bear it and exploded.

n“You’re not allowed to say a word about what happened today. You’re not allowed to have any more contact with Jun Mohuang. Otherwise, don’t think of buying a single Su Family pill in the future! Also, this year, the Su Family’s supply of Advancement Pills for your family will be halved!”

nIt was all their fault for helping Jun Mohuang chase after the three of them. Otherwise, how could the three of them have landed in this state!

nSu Hu vented all his anger on these families.

nThey were not allowed to have any contact with Jun Mohuang. That naturally meant that they could no longer ask her to help them select magical beast eggs.

n“Yes, Head Su.”

nThe people in charge of the various families exchanged looks and had no choice but to agree.

nThe medicine sold at Baibao Pavilion was cheap and good, and even better than the Su Family’s pills. But they did not care for those.

nThey could not do without the Advancement Pills.

nIn Cangyuan Continent, the level of the spiritual realm was differentiated by the amount of spiritual liquid in one’s vital energy.

nThe first tier of the spiritual realm only required a drop of spiritual liquid.

nTier 2, 100 drops

nTier 3, 1,000 drops

nTier 4, 3,000 drops

nTier 5, 8,000 drops

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nTowards the end, the amount of spiritual liquid needed increased.

nJun Mohuang was at Tier 7 now and had 30,000 drops of spiritual liquid in her vital energy.

nThe highest level of Tier 9 required a total of 100,000 drops.

nRefining such a large amount of spiritual liquid was not easy. Many people would be stuck at the threshold of promotion.

nThe Advancement Pill could temporarily double the cultivator’s ability to refine the spiritual liquid.

nCultivators who were stuck at the threshold of promotion would have an Advancement Pill which would greatly improve their success rate.

nEvery year, there were many descendants who were stuck at the gates of ascension. The Advancement Pills were unique to the Su Family, so they did not dare to offend the Su Family.

nSeeing them still standing there, Su Hu roared again, “Get lost!”

nAfter his shout, the people around finally dispersed.

nOnly the three of them were left in the trash.

nSu Zhiyu’s head drooped and her expression was downcast.

nBesides the collapse of her image as a goddess, there was one thing she couldn’t accept.

nJun Mohuang, who she thought was useless, not only beat her in picking magical beast eggs, but also completely crushed her in terms of combat strength.

nSu Zhiyu was as still as a frosted eggplant. She lowered her head and wished she could bury her face in her chest.

nShe also regretted being impulsive and following her father out at night.

nWhy didn’t he reveal his identity when he was escaping?

nWhy did that idiot Feng Yunyi suggest that she compete with Jun Mohuang in selecting a magical beast egg?

nWhy did this trash Jun Mohuang have to become so powerful?

nEverything was Jun Mohuang’s fault. Why didn’t she die in the Forest Of A Thousand Illusions? Or lose her chastity at that time!

nIf she had died or lost her virginity, that Young Master wouldn’t have taken a liking to her, and none of today’s events would have happened.

nThe hatred in Su Zhiyu’s heart grew like an explosion of weed.

nShe suddenly slapped Su Zhijing hard.

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