I Know What You're Up To, Miss!

In a short period of time, he had also come to accept the fact that he had been struck by Heavenly Thunder while in the Demon Hall and had returned to ten years prior.

Lord Changfeng took him as a disciple simply because he possessed the Innate Thunder Spirit Root.

Even though he was initiated into the sect as an Inner Sect Disciple, on Jiuxiao Peak, he was inconspicuous, never having received even a discipleship ceremony.

Given a second chance at life, Yuezheng Yan did not plan to change the path he had walked in his previous life.

Thinking back, those who had humiliated and hurt him in his past life had all become nourishment for the Demon Hall.

In this life, he would kindly shorten their suffering and collect their lives sooner!

The scenery of Jiuxiao Peak was not bad; how would it be if it was converted into a palace for the Demon Hall?

And this Senior Brother Liang Xuan, in his past life, had nurtured a Magic Lotus with his skull. This time around, he would use his skull to create a Skull Lamp.

"What do you mean! If it weren't for Master's command, would I come to receive you? And my surname is Liang, not Liu!" Yuezheng Yan's words directly provoked Liang Xuan's anger.

He wished he could draw his sword and cut down the man before him.

But remembering the order of his Master, Lord Changfeng, he could only hold back his rage and throw the prepared Identity Token of an Inner Sect Disciple at Yuezheng Yan's feet.

He raised his chin arrogantly, looking down obliquely with a mocking sneer, "Sorry I didn't hold onto it well, Junior Brother can pick it up himself."

Casting his cold gaze on the Identity Token at his feet, Yuezheng Yan raised an eyebrow.

In his past life, he had not provoked Liang Xuan, but Liang Xuan had no good temper either; he had smacked the Identity Token directly onto his face.

This life, having provoked him, he had devised another method to humiliate him.

Thinking this, Yuezheng Yan changed his mind.

He decided not to make a Skull Lamp out of the skull. Instead, how about using it as a Respectful Bucket to hold Magical Beast excrement? Yes, aside from a slight smell, it was a good idea.

Pleased with the thought, Yuezheng Yan, under the scornful gaze of Liang Xuan, calmly shifted his foot and stepped onto the Identity Token on the ground.

With an indifferent face and an innocent tone, he said, "Sorry, my foot doesn't have eyes; I accidentally stepped on something. Would Senior Brother Liu bend over and pick it up?"

"You're provoking me!" Liang Xuan shouted angrily.

If it weren't blatantly obvious now that Yuezheng Yan was picking a fight, he himself might as well be considered blind.

"It was Senior Brother Liu who first had an improper attitude," Yuezheng Yan said, the corner of his mouth holding a smile.

"Yuezheng Yan, you're courting death!" Liang Xuan drew his sword in fury.

Even with the command from his Master, he couldn't help wanting to teach this man a lesson first.

"Are you Yuezheng Yan?" A voice filled with surprise came from nearby.

Lu Xingyan stared blankly at the youth before him, who stood a head taller than himself.

His gaze swept over the other new disciples, who were only as tall as his waist or chest, and it took him a moment to register it.

[Old Sixth, didn't you say the little antagonist was still small? He could reach my skull with one hand. You tell me he's still small. Where is my five-year-old milk baby antagonist?]" Lu Xingyan was the first to question the system.

[Milk baby, what are you thinking?]

[Besides, the antagonist is now fifteen years old, a minor in modern times but not yet a man in ancient times. If I say he's still small, is there a problem? No problem!]

Not wanting to waste time arguing with the system, Lu Xingyan shifted his gaze back to Yuezheng Yan.

The youth stood tall, but he was exceptionally thin, with his clothes made of coarse cloth. The trouser hems and sleeves were a patchwork of different materials, cut an inch too short everywhere; there were patches all over, but they were neatly sown, and he himself was clean and tidy.

His facial features were sharp and superior, but his cheeks and the backs of his hands lacked flesh, the whole person exuding malnutrition.

His peach blossom eyes were smiling, yet his gaze was ice-cold and emotionless.

He stood like a green pine, upright in front of others.

However, he was much too thin, and Lu Xingyan preferred to call him Bamboo Pole.