Urban Immortal Cultivation Supreme

Feeling the chill, the woman immediately shrank her neck: "Nothing... nothing at all..."

"Hmph!" Jue Po snorted coldly.

The woman involuntarily shivered, because just now she felt as if she were being targeted by a very venomous snake, as if it could tear her body apart at any moment.

She was breaking out in a cold sweat on her back; how could she dare to continue voicing her dissatisfaction?

Not just her, even the other few women felt the chill in Jue Po's gaze, and their bodies uncontrollably shuddered.

"Alright, stop looking, follow me," Gui Lao spoke.

It seemed as if nothing could affect him at all.

A line of men followed Gui Lao to a small two-story building.

The building wasn't made of bricks or cement slabs. It was constructed from a pile of stones of various sizes, looking disorderly like a random heap, but, upon closer examination, it was as if large characters were inscribed on the walls.

Vaguely, one could make out that this string of characters formed a slogan of encouragement to never give up.

But it seemed also like it was telling a story of sorts.

Including Zhu Bufan, a total of eight men were divided into two bedrooms, four people to a bedroom.

The bedroom wasn't large, but it had all the necessary facilities: beds, toilets, cabinets, washing machines, air conditioning—all present.

The beds were the single-bed bunk beds one would find in a school.

At the moment, Zhu Bufan was awake but utterly devoid of strength, so after Gui Lao made the arrangements, two burly men directly hoisted him onto a bed.

The three men sharing the room with Zhu Bufan were called: Guang Jinqian, Mo Jianwai, and Bao Qiri.

Upon hearing the three of them introduce themselves, Zhu Bufan nearly couldn't help bursting out laughing.

Light Gate Money, Your Forehead Not Showing Outsider, and the last one, Lay Down and Get It On If Not Happy—speaking your mind straightforwardly, just hug it out and go for it.

Zhu Bufan couldn't help but admire the parents of these three; they really had talent! Zhu Bufan believed that ordinary people simply couldn't come up with such names.

Among these three, two of them were the ones Zhu Bufan had saved: Guang Jinqian and Mo Jianwai.

And these two were the ones who had hoisted Zhu Bufan onto the bed.

"Zhu Bufan, are you okay? Do you need a drink of water?" Mo Jianwai spoke to Zhu Bufan.

"No need, thanks!" Zhu Bufan replied.

"Zhu Bufan, don't be a stranger with me, hey, my life was saved by you, so naturally, I should serve you," Mo Jianwai said earnestly.

"Exactly! You're called 'No Outsider Mo,' which means don't be a stranger, so from now on, we'll come to you for everything. Haha! Like washing socks and such," Bao Qiri said.

"Get lost, Bear Hug Day, do I look like you? So sleazy, not satisfied just lying down, insisting on hugging—it's true, what an idiot," Mo Jianwai said unapologetically.

"What did you say? Say it again if you dare!" Upon hearing Mo Jianwai's words, Bao Qiri's face instantly filled with immense anger, as if he would not hesitate to start a fight if Mo Jianwai repeated his words.

"I'll say it, as if I'm afraid of you, I said you're not satisfied just lying there doing it Day, insisting on hugging, you're just a stupid... jerk!" Mo Jianwai seemed not afraid of Bao Qiri's warning, and he loudly repeated his statement.

"You're asking for it!" Bao Qiri, furious, made his move in an instant, launching a punch straight at Mo Jianwai's forehead.

Guang Jinqian saw that the atmosphere between the two was wrong and instantly leaped into the center of them.

"What are you two trying to do?" Guang Jinqian roared.

"What am I going to do? Get out of my way. If I don't teach him a lesson today, he'll think no one can handle him," Bao Qiri said loudly.

"Come on! You think I'm afraid of you, brother? Come on, bring it!" Mo Jianwai was unafraid and his voice grew louder and louder.

"You get out of my way. If I don't beat him up today, I am not Bao Qiri," Bao Qiri said angrily, his face livid with rage as he rolled up his sleeves, ready to start a fight with Mo Jianwai.

Guang Jinqian stopped Bao Qiri and kept persuading him: "We are all in the same dorm now, and we have to see each other regardless. What's the point if you two fight and someone wins? By acting like this, aren't you just giving the people next door a reason to laugh at us?"

"It's fine, Guang Jinqian, just let him come at me, and see how I take him down today," Mo Jianwai provoked.

This provoked Bao Qiri's anger even more, causing him to forcefully shove Guang Jinqian.

Guang Jinqian was speechless at Mo Jianwai's behavior.

"Alright, Old Mo, can you say less?"

At this moment, Zhu Bufan lay on his bed, quietly watching the three.

Zhu Bufan didn't want to interfere with the situation of the three, and even if he wanted to, Zhu Bufan was willing but powerless. Right now, he had recovered some spiritual power, but Zhu Bufan didn't want to get involved.

This time, Zhu Bufan found that after completely depleting his spiritual power, he felt that his Spiritual Perception had strengthened, albeit not significantly. However, Zhu Bufan felt very excited because ever since he advanced to the Eighth Sense King's Heart, he felt his Spiritual Perception had stagnated.

Now that it showed signs of improvement, Zhu Bufan still felt somewhat excited.

"Alright! You two aren't kids anymore, yet you're throwing tempers around. What do you think will happen if the old-timers find out you're fighting on the first day?" Guang Jinqian finally yelled helplessly.

Mo Jianwai and Bao Qiri stopped their murmuring, snorted coldly at each other, and then went back and sat on their own beds.

Although they each returned to their beds, both of them still looked at each other with disdainful expressions.

Shortly after the two sat down, a particularly clamorous voice came from outside:

"Freshmen, get out here!"

The voice was that of a man, a very arrogant man, and from his words, it could be confirmed that the person shouting was a senior student.

Upon hearing this shout, Mo Jianwai and Bao Qiri were the first to walk out.

"Zhu Bufan, want to come out and take a look?" Guang Jinqian asked Zhu Bufan.

"Sure!" Zhu Bufan nodded, then got off his bed.

At this time, Zhu Bufan had already recovered some of his Qi, so walking was no longer a big issue.

When Zhu Bufan and Guang Jinqian came out.

Everyone who arrived with Zhu Bufan had already come out of the dormitory and stood together, looking at the man who was shouting.

The comer was a crew-cut brawny man with a face full of fat, a burly figure, wearing a tank top that showed some scars on his arms—old wounds, which looked like they had been there for some years, suggesting this crew-cut man had a story to tell.

Two cronies followed by his side.

Compared to the brawny man, both in stature and height, the two henchmen were not as imposing. Of course, these two cronies also had crew-cuts but looked a bit more pleasant than the brawny man.

When the crew-cut brawny man saw Zhu Bufan and Guang Jinqian come out, he immediately spoke: "Alright, now that all the freshmen are here, let me introduce myself. I've been here three months longer than you, so I'm your senior student. My name is Wang Cong, and you will have to call me Brother Cong, got it?"