C10 Immortal Ancestor Was Very Disappointed

"Daoist Thousand Illusion, we have been waiting here for you for a long time."

A pretty young reporter walked up to Daoist Qian Ji, bowed down, and respectfully handed him a bank card.

"I believe that our boss has already told you that this is 30 million cultivation coins. You only need to protect us in the ruins for a while, and we won't disturb you during the exploration."

"There's no hurry. May I know the name of this cute reporter?"

Even though he was still a virgin, Thousand Illusion Daoist's eyes fell on the reporter and looked back and forth without restraint. His greedy eyes seemed to be looking at the prey he had gotten his hands on.

From the first glance, she could tell that Daoist Qian Ji wasn't anything good, but she was only a low level cultivator at the third level of the Postnatal realm (The Postnatal realm was divided into nine stages, and the Innate realm was also divided into nine stages. From the foundation stage onwards, she would be at the early, middle, and late stages.)

There was no way for him to resist Daoist Thousand Illusion. His voice trembled as he told Daoist Thousand Creations his name.

"After we finish exploring the ruins, it's not like Miss Liu will give me face or give me face. How about we have a deeper study of the ruins?"

Although her tone was one of discussion, there could only be one outcome. The reporter nodded helplessly. She could not resist at all. The Thousand Illusion Daoist laughed obscenely. He had played with these low level cultivators countless times, of course he had not forced them to do so. They had all done it on their own free will, even the law enforcers could not punish him.

"Miss Liu, don't worry. You can keep the ten million for yourself. You don't need to give it to me." Slapping a sweet date, using both soft and hard methods, the little reporter would soon volunteer. It was simply too much for Thousand Illusion Daoist to deal with this kind of inexperienced little reporter as if he was bullying a Golden Core Stage cultivator.

easy.

When the reporters heard that the money was given to them, they felt less conflicted than before. Moreover, this Thousand Illusion Daoist was a Spirit Separating Stage expert, he was always a bit old, but if he could really be his servant …

The reporter raised his head to look at the old man who had lived for a few hundred years. His eyes revealed a hint of charm, which shouldn't be too bad.

There was a famous saying that was right. Money could make a fool out of itself. Not only was he rich, he was also powerful.

To submit so quickly was much simpler than one could imagine. It was indeed a low-tier city. A bumpkin was a bumpkin who had never seen the world. He looked at the reporter in front of him who was already moved.

Thousand Illusion turned his eyes and walked to the reporter's side. His withered arm was wrapped around the reporter's small waist, lightly moving up and down. The reporter's body was still trembling, but he did not resist.

The other two photographers saw, in addition to the anger in their hearts, there was nothing they could do. They were only at the Second Stage of the Elementary Level, they could not compare to reporters.

Furthermore, they had to obediently listen to Daoist Thousand Illusionary, or else they would die the moment they entered the ruins.

Ten o'clock.

The four of them carried all sorts of ghosts into the ruins. The ruins were just a single space, with two doors on each wall.

There were only two doors, one new and one old, on one wall. Thousand Illusion released the reporter, his expression turning ugly.

"This is an S-class ruin?" "Which do you want to play with?"

Daoist Thousand Illusion walked to the two doors. The reporter seized the opportunity to follow behind Daoist Thousand Illusion and lead two photographers to explain the wills.

His eyes swept across the two doors as he consoled himself. Maybe there were treasures inside, but it was also possible that it was a trap. However, he was sure that these two doors were very difficult to open.

The Thousand Illusion Daoist gathered spirit energy in his hands, the spirit energy had a hint of lightning, crackling and crackling. The Thousand Illusion Daoist wanted to shatter the two doors, and he shouted to the three people who were still in the middle of the live broadcast.

"Get out of the way, Purple Thunder Shock Wave!"

A cameraman near the old door was about to leave when he accidentally stepped on a rock and fell backwards, knocking his head against the old door.

The cameraman fainted on the spot, and the old door was easily knocked open. When the old door opened, the new door creaked open with it.

Feeling the spiritual energy coming from the old sect gate, Thousand Illusion Daoist decided to enter the old sect gate. Then, without even looking, Thousand Fantasy Sage stepped on the fallen photographer and left. The reporter sent a message to the headquarters to send someone to bring the unconscious photographer back. After giving the instructions, he hastily went with another photographer to catch up with Thousand Illusion Daoist.

The inside of the old door was pitch black, and one couldn't see where Daoist Thousand Illusion was. The photographer took out a spiritual energy bar from his bag, allowing him to clearly see what was in front of him.

"There he is."

The reporter pointed to a distant place, there was a silhouette, that was the silhouette of Daoist Thousand Illusionary. The two of them thought for a bit, after all, they were closer to Daoist Thousand Illusionary.

But after taking two steps, the reporter felt his body heat up and his chest was in pain. When he took a step forward, his body felt like it was being swallowed by a furnace. His chest also felt as if it was being smashed by something heavy.

The reporter knelt down and his peripheral vision made contact with the cameraman. The cameraman fell to the ground, his body twitching uncontrollably. Black blood was flowing from his face as if he was on the verge of death.

The reporter was bleeding from all seven orifices. Drops of black blood dripped from the corner of his mouth, dripping onto the ground.

The reporter felt his body becoming more and more painful, but his eyes were beginning to turn heavy. He pointed at Thousand Illusion Daoist and used all his strength to shout,

"Save … Save … Save … I... "Save …"

Before he could finish, the reporter had already died.

Although he heard the reporter asking him for help, Thousand Illusion Daoist didn't care. There were a lot of women, but even with his cultivation level, he could still get her. However, right now, his expression was heavy. It was fine if the entire ruins didn't have any treasures, but at worst, it would just be a wasted trip, and it wouldn't be a big deal.

However, the smiling youth in front of him gave him endless pressure. Daoist Qian Ji knew that there was poison in the air. Although it was tricky, it was within his expectations. He could just use the spiritual energy in his body to continuously release the poison gas.

However, the youth in front of him didn't have the slightest fluctuation of spiritual energy. It was obvious that he wasn't able to resist the corrosive poison aura. Even he couldn't do that, but the youth was fine. This made Thousand Illusion Daoist feel threatened.

"Who are you?"

Xuanyang also looked curiously at the person in front of him. Spirit Separating Stage expert, this was the strongest person he had seen since he woke up from his slumber. However, when Xuanyang saw the real person, he was disappointed.

How could there be such a weak Deity Stage cultivator in this world!? Xuanyang took back what he had said before, it was impossible to jump levels. If the Nascent Infant Cultivator of his generation came to this world, let alone the late stage of Nascent Soul, even the middle stage of Nascent Soul would be able to destroy Daoist Qian Huan.

Isn't that too weak? Xuanyang finally understood why the system in this world was called "Cultivator" and not "Cultivator".

Because they weren't worthy!