Cultivation Simulator: Starting From The Empress' Palace

Wang Chen is at Golden Core Perfection. If it were just one or two Treasure Monkeys, he definitely wouldn’t be afraid. But being chased by dozens of Treasure Monkeys, even a Nascent Soul would have to avoid them, right?

He didn’t even know why, he hadn’t provoked this group of Treasure Monkeys, but the way they looked at him was as if he had killed their children, wanting nothing more than to skin him alive.

One by one, True Qi Balls exploded beside him.

Fortunately, before coming in, he brought a lot of treasures. He kept throwing Talisman Paper out as if it cost nothing. Originally, he planned to use these talismans at critical moments, but he never thought he’d have to use them here.

"Wind Meteor!"

Those Talisman Papers exploded, green light bursting forth. The exploding talismans formed a Light Array, countless green lights turning into Wind Blades, tearing through the air, sweeping forward like a tidal wave, leaving the ground a devastated mess.

Boom!

Those Wind Blades directly engulfed the leading group of Treasure Monkeys, the Wind Blades sweeping across, instantly slicing the six leading Treasure Monkeys into pieces of flesh, with blood gushing out, rather gruesome.

However, such a scene did not scare the following Treasure Monkeys. Instead, they became even more murderous, each one pouncing towards Wang Chen.

"Will this ever end?" Wang Chen pulled out two Swift Movement Talismans, about to stick them on his legs to speedily escape.

Boom!

A Flying Sword flew past him.

The Sword Qi of the Flying Sword scattered everywhere, splitting into three, swiftly slicing the remaining Treasure Monkeys into heavily wounded states, eventually falling to the ground with struggles and roars.

Wang Chen looked back, somewhat surprised: "Merak Flying Sword!"

"Senior Brother Wang Chen, are you okay?"

A figure flew in from afar, landing in front of Wang Chen, catching the returning Merak and storing it in a Blood Pearl.

"Junior Brother Chen." Wang Chen was slightly stunned, then laughed and scolded: "You sly Chen Mo, hiding so deeply, you jumped straight to first place, even learned Aunty’s Merak Flying Sword. When I wanted to learn it back then, Aunty didn’t even teach me, just said I didn’t have the talent."

Wang Chen breathed a sigh of relief, feeling like he survived a disaster, and then grumbled: "I don’t know what’s up with these dead monkeys. It’s like someone dug up their ancestral graves. I was just passing by, didn’t do anything, and they chased me like crazy, making me waste so much Talisman Paper."

Talisman Paper is consumable, and he couldn’t make talismans. These Talisman Papers were all given by his Elder father, concerned for his life.

"Ahem..." Hearing Wang Chen’s lengthy complaint, Chen Mo awkwardly scratched his nose, glanced at Wang Chen’s chest displaying 750 points, and couldn’t help but say: "Senior Brother Wang Chen, why do you have only this many points?"

Of these, three hundred points were just obtained earlier.

Wang Chen rolled his eyes at Chen Mo, saying: "My grading is only Level One. Besides, wherever I passed by, it seemed like an intense battle had just occurred, I didn’t encounter any disciples or demon beasts, these points were hard-earned."

"Uh... Senior Brother Wang Chen, which direction did you come from?"

"Just there." Wang Chen pointed in a direction, then immediately said: "This time’s exam summary is straightforward enough: stay in this core area for twelve hours, and the top twenty disciples with the most points will earn the opportunity for Spiritual Power Infusion, so I circled from that side to this side..."

Chen Mo glanced at the direction Wang Chen pointed, oh dear, a large part of it overlapped with his own route.

With such a big commotion, the surrounding demon beasts were scared away long ago, and participating disciples would weigh their own strength against this commotion before deciding whether to go over.

"Ahem." Chen Mo coughed a few more times, saying: "Senior Brother Wang Chen, I’ll leave these injured Treasure Monkeys to you."

"All to me?"

Wang Chen glanced over, there were still twenty-three injured Treasure Monkeys, which could convert to 1150 points. Just like that, they were given to him?

But when his gaze moved to Chen Mo’s chest displaying 5300 dazzling points, his envious eyes gleamed.

"I have enough points now, any more wouldn’t be useful." Chen Mo said.

There’s no difference between the first and the twentieth place, as both receive the qualification for Spiritual Power Infusion, so surrendering these more than a thousand points was no big deal.

Wang Chen was Yiren’s nephew, basically family.

"True, then I won’t be polite with you."

Wang Chen summoned his Flying Sword, swiftly taking care of the severely injured in the Treasure Pavilion, while speaking: "Junior Brother Chen, how did you suddenly become so strong? Didn’t you just break into the Golden Core Realm not long ago? How did you jump to first place in points, even surpassing Senior Brother Xuan Cheng?"

Wang Chen was somewhat puzzled: "Did Aunty give Junior Brother Chen some treasure?"

Wang Chen talked a lot, not waiting for Chen Mo to reply, he continued to talk to himself: "Aunty is stingy too. I’m her direct nephew, and she won’t even give me a handy Magical Artifact..."

While speaking, he began to complain about Zuoqiu Yiren, putting his hand on Chen Mo’s shoulder, saying: "Junior Brother Chen, it must be tough for you. Aunty is so lazy and gluttonous; I don’t know how you managed to endure it. No wonder she hasn’t married in over seven hundred years, my mother worried for a long time..."

Chen Mo: "..."

"Senior Brother Wang Chen, aren’t you afraid that Yiren will hear this?" Chen Mo said.

"I’m not afraid, Aunty doesn’t have access to the Profound Spirit Mirror. At most, she can only see the screen inside, not hear the sound." Wang Chen confidently said, then realized something was off, frowning at Chen Mo: "What did you call Aunty?"

"Yiren Sis, she told me to call her that. Said calling her Elder Zuoqiu made her sound old." Chen Mo said.

Wang Chen’s face turned a little dark, as he was slightly older than Chen Mo.

Chen Mo called Aunty "Sis".

So what should he call Chen Mo?

Doesn’t that make him indirectly lower in seniority...

During these years in seclusion, what has Aunty done behind his back?

"No wonder Father always says she’s unreliable, with a child’s mindset, even letting you call her Sis. This is too unruly. Still worried about looking old? She’s almost eight hundred, isn’t that old?" Wang Chen said.

Chen Mo dared not continue the conversation, he now understood why Yiren seemed to have a slight distaste for Wang Chen.

This mouth just wouldn’t stop.

Laughing, he responded to Wang Chen’s questions one by one.

Seeing that Aunty didn’t give Chen Mo a Magical Artifact, Wang Chen inexplicably breathed a sigh of relief.

If she had really given him one, he would have been green with envy.

After all, he was her direct nephew, yet not as favored as an outsider.

Meanwhile.

On Merak Peak, Zuoqiu Yiren was already fuming.

"What a little brat, dare to speak so behind his Aunty’s back, wait till he gets out, I’ll show him."

Zuoqiu Yiren clenched her fists, cracking sounds emanating, her face full of anger.

This left a few women below puzzled, their hushed discussions turned into silent listening, fearing they’d draw Zuoqiu Yiren’s ire.