Chapter 106: Am I Really That Big?

After returning to his room, Night Nine Demon immediately began his cultivation. The memory of Qin Yu’s army looming at the border that day was something he could never forget. At this moment, he desperately needed to strengthen his power.

With so many eyes watching, it was impossible to enter the Canglang Diagram. Besides, the mysterious lady and the Invincible Refiner who used to be there were gone. Even if he entered, it would only be to seek torment from a few great demons.

The recent events had given Night Nine Demon a slight understanding of these great demons—some were good, some bad, much like humans. Not everyone was virtuous, nor was everyone wicked.

As for the affairs outside, Night Nine Demon couldn’t care less right now. If it weren’t for Cao Sisi’s incessant annoyance, he wouldn’t even consider taking action. After all, keeping a low profile had always been his motto. Success could only be built quietly, while working diligently behind the scenes.

Night Nine Demon condensed the Heavenly Demon Fire within his body, allowing it to circulate. Under the stimulation of the Heavenly Demon Fire, the Sleeping Food Technique surprisingly accelerated its operation.

A continuous stream of primordial energy surged into Night Nine Demon’s body, but each strand was refined by the Canglang Diagram before being fed back to him. Roughly ten strands of energy were needed to convert into a single thread inside him. Yet, he was far from dissatisfied—although the conversion rate was one to ten, the power it held was beyond words.

Gradually, silence fell outside. Cao Sisi looked around in confusion. Many enthusiastic male disciples approached her, intending to comfort her, but all were coldly rejected.

A crowd had come in high spirits but left in disappointment and dejection. As for the scar-faced troublemakers, they cast fearful glances at the room as if a primordial beast slumbered within.

Cao Sisi returned to her cave dwelling in a gloomy mood, staring blankly at the walls.

“Am I really big?” she murmured.

Her gaze shifted to the magnificent curve of her chest. Unsatisfied with mere observation, she reached out and gently prodded it.

“It does seem a bit bigger…”

She poked at the soft flesh before muttering with a hint of melancholy, “But that guy actually dared to insult me in public. I won’t let this slide. When the opportunity comes, I must teach him a harsh lesson!”

Cao Sisi silently vowed, then sat cross-legged in anger to cultivate. But soon, she poked her chest again, murmuring softly.

“Actually, being bigger isn’t bad. It looks comfortable, and it feels nice to touch…”

Thus, a woman was unwittingly led astray by Night Nine Demon.

...

At the Thousand Leaf Sect’s outer gate.

While Night Nine Demon and Cao Sisi fought, someone had been quietly observing them, though their low cultivation prevented them from sensing it.

“There are many promising newcomers. Aren’t you going to recruit some and have them join your faction to continue your legacy?”

“No, no. Each has their own fate. Forcing or tempting them isn’t right, not right…” Three elderly figures, exuding an ethereal aura, chatted idly. They didn’t seem like ordinary outer disciples.

“Old White Brow, I think you’re still alone after all this time. Don’t you plan to find someone?”

Suddenly, one of them looked at the long-browed elder and asked.

“Me? No, no. These newcomers are too...”

The white-browed elder’s words trailed off as his long eyebrows twitched. A sharp gleam burst forth from his cloudy eyes as he glanced toward the newcomer area.

“What is it?”

“How about taking that young man as my disciple?”

The others looked to the elder called White Brow.

The elder pointed toward a young man in the newcomer area. The youth took a step forward and with a thunderous punch, knocked down a girl.

“How about this youth?”

“Strong. As for talent, if he ranks among the top eighth, then he could be one of our sect’s sacred sons.”

“But that boy hit my granddaughter. Are you sure?”

“Cao Zheng, that’s unfair. Do you think I, White Brow, am afraid of that girl Sisi?”

Yet, after White Brow spoke, the other two exchanged glances with strange expressions and forced smiles.

“White Brow, if I recall correctly, last month someone had Sisi grabbing her eyebrows, crying and begging for mercy. If I’m not mistaken, that was you.”

Cao Zheng grinned, causing White Brow’s face to flush red. He’d thought no one knew, but these two old fellows had seen everything.

“Ahem... that’s not the point. The point is, I want to take him as my disciple. Once he passes the miscellaneous disciple assessment, he’s mine.”

White Brow twitched his eyebrows with pride, but Cao Zheng and the other laughed even more heartily, their voices tinged with cunning—as if plotting a public scheme.

“You two laugh so slyly. You’re not thinking of telling Sisi, are you?”

“Heh heh... what do you think?”

“I... damn it! If you dare go, I’ll fight you both to the death! You better know who’s the strongest here!”

White Brow threatened them, but they ignored him with a snort and flew away.

“Boy, I hope you don’t disappoint me.”

White Brow whispered as he stared after Night Nine Demon.

...

“Is it dark already?”

When Night Nine Demon woke, it was nighttime. Everyone was meditating, sitting cross-legged. He opened his eyes and looked outside.

The moonlight was bright. Stretching lazily, Night Nine Demon inadvertently disturbed the others.

“Boss...”

“Hm?” Night Nine Demon looked at them, eyes somewhat dazed.

“Are you calling me?”

After realizing, he asked again.

“Boss, you’re the strongest among the newcomers. We want to stick with you, so we won’t be bullied by the seniors and can fight for our cultivation resources…”

“Stop, stop... I’m not interested. You can play on your own.”

Night Nine Demon said, then strode out. The newcomers were still unwilling and spoke again.

“Boss, soon there will be a competition for outer disciples. There will be team matches and individual contests. I heard the seniors will come against us…”

Night Nine Demon remained indifferent and quickened his steps. The newcomers grew anxious.

“Boss, because of the scar incident, the seniors are already preparing to target you. You’re alone—four fists are harder to fight than two hands. You should consider taking us along!”

At last, the speaker poured out all his thoughts. Night Nine Demon, mid-step, froze.

“Target me?!”

“Yes, they plan to target you.”

“Haha... How dare ants challenge an elephant? How dare fireflies compete with the bright moon?”

“They actually want to target me? Let them come—I, Night, am not one to be scared.”

A look of interest flashed across Night Nine Demon’s face. His foot landed on the ground with a soft sound.

The newcomers’ faces turned ashen as they watched Night Nine Demon leave, sighing deeply in resignation.