The Supreme God

Austin might be famous now, but he could not be for too long.

As soon as Billy found out about what happened to his brother, he would surely avenge him and beat the shit out of Austin.

Nobody believed that Austin could resist Billy's revenge. ...

... ...

However, Austin didn't think about it and just left the field with Evan immediately.

If it was up to him, he didn't want to fight. He even warned them about it. However, he didn't have a choice but to fight back when they attacked first. But the question was, would he apologize for it? Austin had no intention to apologize for what he had done. He just protected himself from the bullies.

It was against his will to let himself be bullied in consideration of the general interest.

Austin believed that it required a brave heart to reach the peak of martial skills as they pursued.

If he just wanted to stay alive without any ambitions, he could have just stayed as a leisurely and carefree grunt disciple. Why would he dream of being promoted?

That night…

Austin and Evan found the room arranged for them in the cottage area.

It was a small narrow wooden room.

Austin estimated that it was only about eight square meters. There was a wall with a moonstone inlay whose orange light spread and covered the whole room.

The only old furniture in the room was a table, a chair, and a bed.

also a faint musty smell in the room.

is even smaller than the thatched cottage of the grunt

Austin sighed helplessly.

night, he was absorbed in cultivating the Golden Sun

a little bigger than a peanut, shinning with a dazzling light and reflecting his belly

heat like the sun shining upon

high, but it didn't harm Austin's body. On the contrary, Austin felt his body becoming warm. It seemed that his refined blood was vigorous, and

he started cultivating the Golden Sun Scripture, the vital energy in

Sun Scripture was truly out of the ordinary. That feeling had never happened when he cultivated the Purple Yang

...

Austin woke

they left the cottage area, they passed by the pavilions, terraces, towers, and high-class buildings.

the man in charge of this area–a thin and short steward with a long

outer disciples, am I right? How can you

middle-aged man didn't believe

it was difficult for the new disciples to have so much money to rent a residence in a high-class

them would choose weapons, or exchange or purchase the secret martial arts books to cultivate their

But surely, none of them would waste a lot of

his greatest weakness now was his low-level vital energy, and

got a small fortune and we want to change a living environment to enjoy. You have to treat

doubted about his fortune and

extravagant losers. They had thrown themselves into the road of martial skills but wanted to live in comfort. These idiots were obviously

do than to laugh

money, so it's up to you how to spend