Fui Cercado pela Senpai na Porta, Tornei-me um Deus Catando Lixo
Como o maior inútil da seita, o que se sente ao roubar remédios e acabar nos braços da fria e bela irmã sênior só para tentar um avanço? Chu Xing diz: é macio e muito cheiroso! De quebra, ativei uma m
The night was as dark as ink.
In the backyard of the Alchemy Hall of the Mysterious Star Pavilion, a shadow slipped silently over the wall and landed without a sound.
The figure was none other than Chu Xing.
Chu Xing brushed the dust off his hands and grinned. Tonight’s goal was crystal clear: the century-old Dragon’s Blood Grass stored in the Alchemy Hall’s warehouse.
Everyone at the Mysterious Star Pavilion knew Chu Xing was an outright mediocre talent. Three years since joining, his cultivation was stuck at the third stage of Body Tempering, unable to condense any elemental force. Among the outer disciples, he was infamous for being the dead last.
Such a precious spirit herb would never be allocated to him according to sect rules.
But Chu Xing had recently discovered a secret remedy in some ancient texts. It wasn’t that he lacked talent; his bloodline was naturally dormant, requiring a powerful herbal force to shock his meridians and condense elemental power!
Dragon’s Blood Grass was just the perfect thing.
Begging for it was hopeless. So, Chu Xing decided to take matters into his own hands and “borrow” a stalk for himself.
He skillfully avoided several patrolling disciples and crept to the window beneath the warehouse.
Soft light glowed from inside.
Chu Xing’s heart skipped a beat. Who would still be here at this hour?
Carefully inching closer to the window, he moistened his fingertip and pierced the paper window screen, peering inside.
There, a young girl in a pale purple long dress stood