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His emotional and Cold Martial Sect had already fallen, and he could only rely on picking up disciples that others didn't want to take care of him?

Just as Mo Beichen was feeling gloomy, the System's voice suddenly sounded out in his mind.

"Ding!"

'Patches detected, system update will begin automatically … '

"The automatic update has ended. This time, some details have been optimized and a new function has been added. The details are as follows!"

"Soul Protection: Prevent malicious acts from invading the host's brain, explore the host's memories and soul."

"Soul recovery: Solve the soul-related problem with one key."

"Privacy Bodyguard: Level 5 Protection, clear all traces of your whereabouts."

"Bloodline Preferential Selection: Eliminate trash bloodlines, and choose a better bloodline."

A series of sounds rang out, causing Mo Beichen to feel extremely happy.

Every time the system took the initiative to make a sound, it would bring about new changes and surprises, making Mo Beichen extremely excited.

He did not expect the system to update again, which made him happy. This time, four new functions were updated on the system. Aside from the fact that Soul Protection was passively active, the other three functions needed to be actively activated.

The emergence of soul protection and recovery made up for Mo Beichen's deficiency in the area of souls. In reality, he hadn't considered this point before this, nor did he realize that his soul was his weak point.

But now, he didn't need to worry too much.

The privacy bodyguard function was actually very simple, it was just to help clean up his tracks. Whether it was the traces left behind when walking or the presence of the concealed figure, they could all be perfectly cleaned and hidden.

The only regret was that the privacy bodyguard didn't last long. It could only be used once every hour for a minute. But that was only a minute, and if used properly, it could be of great use.

The last function bloodline selection was also what Mo Beichen valued the most.

Optimizing meant that if there were several different types of bloodlines in one's body, then one could filter out the strongest bloodlines and also remove the remaining trashy bloodlines.

For various reasons, some people might have several types of bloodline powers mixed in. Not only would they not be able to display their full strength, but because of their mixed bloodlines, they would restrict each other and influence each other, greatly restricting their own development.

At this point, the bloodline selection function would play a huge role!

Although it looked like there was no way he could use it right now, Mo Beichen believed that there would be a day when he would encounter such a situation.

"Don't worry about me. Just let me die, I'm not going to live …"

Just as Mo Beichen was secretly rejoicing, he heard a heart-wrenching scream coming from not too far away, sounding like a wild boar that was about to be slaughtered, it was a miserable cry that made people's hearts involuntarily tremble when they heard it.

He turned his head and saw a young man with the figure of a calf on the Nine Stars Valley Arena. He rushed down the stage while crying, and it seemed like he was planning to commit suicide by jumping down.

Behind him, no one came forward to stop him. Seeing that no one came out to stop him, he did not continue to rush forward, but instead continued to scream.

Suddenly, he turned around and pulled back a young man who was watching the show. He hung his hand on his belt and acted as if he was pulling the boy. Once again, he started to cry with tears and snot.

"Don't pull me, just let me die! Dragon Tiger Sect had rejected me, he called me a trash, and even Nine Stars Valley had chased me out. "I … What meaning do I have in living …"

Upon seeing his actions, everyone was flabbergasted and at a loss for words.

"Damn, what a shameless person!" Mo Beichen secretly shook his head, feeling extremely speechless.

This strong kid didn't want to die at all. He was clearly putting on an act to gain sympathy.

That high platform was not even two meters tall. Even if he were to fall face down with his eyes closed, he might not necessarily fall to his death, let alone a strong fellow like him.

He was clearly acting, and yet he was acting in such a clumsy manner. He truly was shameless.

Knowing that he was trying to attract attention and would not die, Mo Beichen lost interest and decided to take a look elsewhere. The rest of the sects had already gained something, but Cold Martial Sect had not even opened yet, making the two Vice Seats feel a little embarrassed.

However, they had only come to the town to prevent some blind guy from disturbing them.

This time's recruitment was entirely the responsibility of the boastful Mo Beichen. Although the two of them felt that it was a little embarrassing, they could only turn a blind eye to it and take a breather outside.

When they saw that Mo Beichen had disappeared the moment he arrived, and instead walked around instead, it was extremely dazzling, as though he was just here to shop, causing the two of them to be extremely disappointed in him.

Mo Beichen had not walked far when he heard the wails coming from afar, the ground seemed to tremble from the sound, as though a mad bull had broken free from its restraints and rushed over.

Before he could turn his head to take a good look, he felt the ground shake violently. Following which, a pair of thick and strong arms suddenly hugged his thighs.

"Master, please wait!" "Please accept me as your disciple, they don't mind me being too strong and eating too much; that is to say, I am too tall, I don't have a proper bed to sleep in, and they don't accept me even if I am to crush their beds …"

The sturdy youth cried out, the tears and snot all over Mo Beichen's legs.

"I'm not a master teacher, let go of me!" Mo Beichen felt sick in his heart, and was speechless.

There were clearly so many people here, but this weirdo was actually running towards him. No one had the thick skin to ask him to accept him so easily.

"I won't let you go unless you, master, agree to take me in as your disciple!"

The youth wiped his tears away and sucked back the tears that were already hanging in the air before he continued to speak with tears in his eyes, "There are so many sects here today. I've been through them all, but none of them are willing to take me in.

They all thought I was brainless and had no muscles, but I wasn't a martial artist at all, so they told me to go home and farm. Master, for the sake of such a pitiful person like me, I beg of you to be merciful and accept me! "

The young man's eyes were red, and his expression was as sad as if his parents had died. He choked with sobs as he recounted his miserable experience. Those who heard this were truly sad, and those who heard this shed tears.

Hearing the commotion, a lot of people came over and started laughing as they watched the commotion.

"Yo, isn't this the person from Cold Martial Sect? Boy, now you finally found the right person, a talent like you, with Cold Martial Sect s, is most suitable for you. Looking at his clothes, he should have a certain status as well, and might even be a huge figure in charge of student recruitment. This time, you really have gotten yourself a big, thick leg, maybe, in the future, you'll be rich in Cold Martial Sect … "

Seeing that there was a commotion not too far away from him, the people from Nine Stars Valley also came over. The moment they saw Mo Beichen, they were overjoyed. Wasn't he the target of their attacks!

Seeing the foolish brat that they chased away just now not letting go of Mo Beichen, they immediately started to gloat.

They were afraid that Mo Beichen would run away, so they quickly tried to coax him. They tried to trick him into seizing the opportunity, not missing out on him.