Cultivation Online

Chapter 1501 Yuan's Room

1501 Yuan's Room

When Wu Zao noticed the weird expression on Yan Xiaoxiao's face, he smiled and said, "Even though we know we won't ever win, we still benefit a lot from our losses because he doesn't just spar with us. He trains us at the same time. You should give it a try later."

"You want me to spar with Yuan?" Yan Xiaoxiao wore a look of disbelief on her pretty face.

"Why not? You're already here. Might as well get the full experience." Wu Zao chuckled.

Yuan smiled at this idea and agreed, "Don't worry, it won't hurt that much."

"So it'll still hurt!" she exclaimed.

She took a deep breath and sighed, "But you're right. I might as well get the full experience. What better way of knowing someone than to exchange blows with them?"

Yuan and Wu Zao began their spar shortly after, with Yan Xiaoxiao capturing every moment—or at least trying to.

'He's moving too fast for me!' Yan Xiaoxiao cried inwardly. In the end, she gave up trying to follow Yuan's movements and focused on Wu Zao, who was desperately trying to defend against Yuan's relentless attacks.

The spar was one-sided, with Wu Zao barely able to do anything at first. However, Wu Zao quickly adapted and improved, allowing him to fight Yuan to a reasonable degree.

Unbeknownst to Yan Xiaoxiao, Wu Zao was being lectured by Yuan through divine sense as they fought.

Suddenly, a figure that didn't belong to either Yuan or Wu Zao appeared behind Yuan and tried to sneak attack him.

Ding!

Yuan casually blocked the sneak attack.

"Damn it! I thought I finally got you this time!" Wang Ming exclaimed before he was sent flying by Yuan's sword swing.

Yet, despite Wang Ming's random sneak attack that intruded on their spar, neither Yuan nor Wu Zao looked surprised or seemed bothered by it.

"Huh? What's going on?" Yan Xiaoxiao wore a puzzled look on her face.

"You seem confused." Wang Bingbing suddenly appeared beside her and asked.

Seeing her nod, Wang Bingbing continued, "This was encouraged by Yuan. He said that if anyone manages to sneak an attack on him successfully, he will reward that person with a powerful martial technique or spiritual weapon. Oh, we can only do this when he's in the training ground."

"I see…" Yan Xiaoxiao muttered.

"Hey, let me join your spar!" Wang Ming said after recovering from being thrown.

"Sure." Yuan calmly nodded.

Thus, Wu Zao and Wang Ming started attacking Yuan together.

"We can also try to take him down together. If we manage to defeat him, all of us will receive a reward." Wang Bingbing continued explaining.

"I guess you haven't been able to defeat him yet?" Yan Xiaoxiao said.

"Nope, but I can feel that day getting close!"

Wang Bingbing also joined Wu Zao and Wang Ming shortly later, making it a three-versus-one.

The rest of the Demon Sealing Faction members eventually joined the chaotic fight.

Chu Liuxiang was the last to show up and join the fight, turning it into a ten-versus-one spar.

Fighting so many talented individuals simultaneously while limiting himself to basic sword techniques was difficult even for Yuan, especially when Li Jinxi and her explosive growth joined the fray.

And since nobody there needed to worry about accidentally killing Yuan due to his heaven-defying regeneration ability, they were all able to go all out without holding anything back, fighting him as though their lives were on the line.

"Heavens! Are they seriously trying to kill him?!" Yan Xiaoxiao was terrified by what she was witnessing.

Each attack by the Demon Sealing Faction members exuded genuine killing intent, and they were all aiming for life-

threatening areas such as his neck and heart without any hesitation in their movements.

If a stranger were to stumble upon this scene without any context, they would undoubtedly think Yuan was being targeted by a group of seasoned killers.

However, despite their efforts and cooperation, Yuan defeated them and emerged victorious without a single injury to his body.

Considering the God of War's extensive fighting experience, it was only natural for him to dominate opponents who had barely twenty years of practice.

"Oh, right. Wu Zao." Yuan suddenly called out to him as he lay on the ground from exhaustion.

"Since you defeated the most players during the Faction War, you can receive the Ancient-rank technique. Do you have any specific techniques in mind?"

"I'd like a movement technique—something that will keep my opponents away from me."

Yuan nodded, "Alright, I'll let you know when I find something suitable."

"Thank you."

Yuan approached Yan Xiaoxiao after the spar.

"I'm going to clean myself real quick. We can spar after the interview."

"Okay! Can I have a look in your room later?" she asked.

"Sure. We're heading there, anyway."

They left the training ground while the others continued to train with each other.

As they approached Yuan's room, Yan Xiaoxiao could feel her heartbeat speeding up.

'Yuan's room! Yuan's room! I am going to enter Yuan's room!' she screamed internally.

"It's nothing fancy, so don't expect much," Yuan said as he opened the door, revealing his room.

"I won't take long." Yuan entered the bathroom shortly later, leaving Yan Xiaoxiao alone.

Not wanting to waste this opportunity, Yan Xiaoxiao stopped recording temporarily and retrieved her personal camera.

She proceeded to take selfies of herself in various areas in Yuan's room.

Sometime later, she turned to look at the bed and swallowed nervously.

'I really shouldn't do this, but… please forgive me for this!'

After positioning her camera and setting a timer, Yan Xiaoxiao entered the bed and began posing in various poses.

Click. Click. Click.

The camera took a picture every three seconds and didn't stop until an entire minute later.

Yan Xiaoxiao checked the results afterward and was incredibly satisfied.

"This is definitely going into my collections!" she giggled sheepishly.

Yuan came out of the bathroom feeling refreshed several minutes later to find Yan Xiaoxiao staring at her camera with a weird expression on her face.

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