A piece of perilla leaf

As a member of the Hengshan Sect, Zhao Rong's desire to straighten out the workplace grew ever stronger.
As the saying goes, the martial world is slippery, and people's hearts are complicated.
When it comes to art, our Hengshan Sect is crowded with big shots, the sound of Xiaoxiang's night rain, the study of Guangling San, making quite the noise.
But when it comes to combat strength, who can boast about their DPS(damage per second)?
Even Shangguan Yun, who could be laid out in a second by the demonic sect’s elders, had something to say, "I've been part of a raid against a world Boss, what achievements do you from Mount Heng have?"
"Mr. Yue's sister store from next door is behind in management mode, it needs to align with Alliance Hierarch's five-year plan."
"The direction must be clear."
"We need to focus on combat strength, we need to develop the guild!"
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Hengshan Sect's Strongest Sword Cultivator

This man, lost and confused, felt an unbearable solitude on this cold winter's night.


Standing at the entrance to the land of fireworks, his once vigorous body now utterly still.


Tian Boguang's face twisted in agony as he reached downward only to grasp at empty air.


As he was about to collapse, a window on the second floor opened, and a stunning woman leaned out.


"Sir, why don't you come in and keep me company through the New Year's Eve?"


If it had been any other day, upon hearing such an enticing voice, he would have flown up to embrace her passionately.


Now, his heart raced with fury, but he was no longer capable.


Always unable to control his lust, his desires flaring, True Qi in his body suddenly surged, turning into intense agitation.


But as the restlessness passed downwards...


Tian Boguang shivered, suddenly calming down.


The night deepened toward midnight, the middle of the year-end festival.


Chapter 167: Eyes on the Wulin (8.244k)_4