<h4>Chapter 169: Awfully Shameless</h4>


    <strong>Trantor: </strong>Henyee Trantions <strong>Editor: </strong>Henyee Trantions


    When they collided, Uncle-Master Bi felt his chest grow heavy and screamed in panic before he was involuntarily flicked back.


    After the mystic light dissipated, there was a little girl standing there alone. She apathetically dispelled the mystic energy covering her body and expressionlessly looked at the shallow human-shaped crater a little distance away.


    Uncle-Master Bi was sent five feet back from the sh of mystic energy. He crashed down face-first andid in the crater, spread eagle.


    Perhaps due to shame or ack of energy, Uncle-Master Bi did not turn over and sit up for a while, and he bleaklyid in the za spread eagle.


    Chatter erupted from the watchingmon people, causing his face to flush red.


    He, h-he had never humiliated himself like today!


    It was all the fault of that d*mn tyke!


    ‘ <i>UGH!!! </i>‘ Uncle-Master Bi was nearly burned alive from the fury in him.


    Qiao Mu raised her hand and looked at the mystic energy enveloping her palm.


    Her mystic energy was more intense than a normal person’s, so it gave her a great advantage in battle.


    When she ran into an opponent that was a simr level to her, her mystic energy alone would be enough to suppress her opponent.


    Today’s battle awarded her with a better understanding of her strength.


    Uncle-Master Bi was a level six mystic cultivator, so it appeared that it was not too difficult to bypass her level and challenge a level six mystic cultivator with how intense her mystic energy was.


    However, if she wanted to kill an opponent of a higher level than her in one hit, it would be more difficult and required other tricks.


    In other words, Uncle-Master Bi might be lying on the ground and feigning death...


    But his injuries were not that serious in reality? Then why did he remain sprawled in the crater and refuse to get up?


    Qiao Mu’s lips turned up derisively before she turned around and grasped Qiao Hu’s hand, leading him toward the three mentors from the Mystic Cultivator Association.


    When the three mentors saw Qiao Mu walking toward them, their cheeks flushed with excitement.


    Heavens! A little girl who was so young but was so formidable that she could knock down a level six mystic cultivator in a sh! The Mystic Cultivator Association must try its best to recruit her!


    They absolutely could not let a genius like her slide by!


    Suddenly, Uncle-Master Bi’s finger twitched and he flipped over.


    He maliciously looked at the back of the little girl who trounced him as heid at an angle and flicked something toward Qiao Mu.


    <i>Bang! </i>Before the thing could touch Qiao Mu’s clothes, a burst of energying from the side knocked it down.


    A twirl of a pink sleeve and the item lightlynded in the fair hand that peeked out of its sleeve.


    An extremelynguid voice was heard in the za. “Why are the people from Daybreak Sect bing tackier and tackier? You threw a level five mystic energy bead toward this little fellow’s back. How awfully shameless of you.”


    Uncle-Master Bi climbed up from the ground, a thunderous expression on his face.


    This mystic energy bead was a rare treasure that he obtained. As its name denotes, it was a bead congealed by a level five mystic cultivator. As soon as a person imbued mystic energy into the bead and threw it, the energy inside would detonate.


    In Uncle-Master Bi’s mind, Qiao Mu had just fended off an attack from him, so she must be at the end of her tether and could not dodge this level-five mystic energy bead’s attack!


    However, before his underhanded tactic could unfold, it was wrecked by this d*mn woman! Uncle-Master Bi wanted to vomit blood.


    “Murong Xun, why do you like to stick your nose in other people’s business?!”


    “Pft.” The woman named Murong Xun lightly drifted onto the ground and burrowed to Qiao Mu’s side at once. She extended two fingers and pinched the little fellow’s icy poker face without any room for objection.