Here, only those with spiritual roots can cultivate while those with mortal roots are destined to stay mortal. Mo Wuji only has mortal roots, but will he only remain as a mortal? ---------- Watch as Mo Wuji fights against this destiny with his grit and tenacity. Feel your hearts pound as he goes through exciting adventures and encounters. Cry as tragedies befall him. Smile as he crushes his enemies and forges his own path. Where will his cultivation ultimately lead him?
Han Ning was a main participant of the Spring Immortal's Gate so she stayed in a slightly better 2-man room. Still, her room was on the same floor as Mo Wuji's shared house.
"Bang!" The sound of a large impact on the door resounded. Mo Wuji could clearly some blood flowing out the gap below the door.
"Bi Hui, do you still have a sense of shame? You are a State Prince but you actually lowered yourself to rob me?" Han Ning said grievously.
"Aiyo... This is indeed too low for me. Ferguson, do you want to commit suicide to appease this little miss?" A shrill voice could be heard behind the door. When Mo Wuji heard the voice, he felt goose bumps all over his body. Was this guy a eunuch?
What followed was another voice, "Haha, then I will just kill myself. Look, I'm placing the knife on my neck. Aiyo, I died..."
"I'm going in first..." Ding Bu'Er said as he pushed the door open forcefully.