The mont Luo Chuan's gaze fell upon Phaseless Demon Monk, the monk felt an inexplicable discomfort.
It was an all-too-familiar look—one he himself often cast upon mortals.
Disdain, mixed with indifference.
For a brief mont, Phaseless Demon Monk felt like he was the insignificant one.
Just as he was about to speak, Luo Chuan cut him off.
"Sorry," Luo Chuan said flatly, "we don't give handouts."
Phaseless Demon Monk's expression stiffened, his aura fluctuating chaotically.
Did I hear that correctly?
By the ti he processed the words, his eyes had widened in sheer disbelief.
"Handouts?"
"This guy... thinks I'm a beggar?"
Rage flared in Phaseless Demon Monk's heart.
Throughout his infamous existence, even the greatest sects treated him with either fear or respect.
Yet now—
At the entrance of Origin Mall, he was experiencing sothing completely new.
A treatnt that, for the first ti, left him speechless.
But looking at his own reflection in the store's glass, Phaseless Demon Monk's realized—
Luo Chuan wasn't exactly wrong.
His complexion was pale, giving him the look of soone suffering from long-term malnutrition.
His robes were in tatters.
He wore no shoes, his feet coated in dust from endless wandering.
An ascetic monk, to the untrained eye.
Of course, any true cultivator would instantly sense his terrifying power the mont he stepped out of a spatial rift.
But Luo Chuan was different.
With the system's buffs, there was no one in this world—not even an Eminence—who could threaten him.
"Confidence makes all the difference."
---
Phaseless Demon Monk took a slow, deep breath, forcibly suppressing his building fury.
In his mind, Luo Chuan had already been classified—
"A re mortal who doesn't even have spiritual energy. Crushing him is no different from squashing an ant."
Yet just as he was about to dismiss Luo Chuan entirely, his gaze landed on the plaque above the store's entrance.
Origin Mall.
For a brief mont, Phaseless Demon Monk's eyes narrowed.
Then, a sneer spread across his ashen face.
> "Hah. Using the na 'Origin' so carelessly—truly arrogant."
He had cultivated to the Eminence realm, and he understood the weight of that word.
The very concept of 'Origin' carried imnse aning—sothing far beyond the grasp of ordinary people.
Luo Chuan, however, remained silent, his expression as calm as ever.
Phaseless Demon Monk no longer paid him any attention.
"A re mortal doesn't deserve my ti."
Instead, his gaze swept past Luo Chuan, piercing through the store's interior.
Then—he saw her.
Yao Ziyan.
A glint of sinister delight flickered in his eyes.
"Hiding in a mortal's shop?"
His lips curled into a grin.
"Jie jie jie... Yao Ziyan, did you think you could escape my notice?"
---
Inside the store, Yao Ziyan had been going about her routine—until an invisible chill crept up her spine.
Her instincts scread at her.
Her heart skipped a beat.
Following the unseen pressure, she lifted her gaze—
And locked eyes with Phaseless Demon Monk.
For a split second, the world seed to freeze.
Then—
Shock and recognition flooded her expression.
Her breathing turned sharper, and her entire deanor shifted.
Her once-relaxed stance stiffened into high alert.
"No... it can't be."
She suddenly understood why she had felt such deep unease earlier.
The na escaped her lips, almost spat through clenched teeth—
"Phaseless Demon Monk."
The monk's grin widened, his voice laced with eerie amusent.
"I finally found you."
A surge of anger ignited in Yao Ziyan's chest.
She was ready to fight.
Her fingers tightened, her spiritual energy subtly shifting—
Until she saw him.
Outside the store, Luo Chuan stood motionless, watching the scene unfold with an expression of calm detachnt.
And just like that—
The anger in her heart vanished without a trace.
"The boss... wouldn't ignore this."
That single thought cald her more than anything else.
Luo Chuan was still there.
He had seen everything.
And if he wasn't reacting—
It ant there was no reason to worry.
---
At that mont, one of the custors—Gu Yunxi—noticed Yao Ziyan's sudden shift in deanor.
She frowned, stepping forward with concern.
"Sister Ziyan, is sothing wrong?"
Hearing her voice, the other custors looked over, their own confusion growing.
"What happened?"
"Why does she look so serious all of a sudden?"
None of them had noticed the monk standing outside.
Not yet.
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