The moment those words left his mouth, Ye Zijin cursed at himself inwardly. Ever since he condensed his Yin-Yang Golden Core, he had been stuck with this wretched habit. Even when he subsequently shattered his golden core to form a nascent soul, transformed it into a primordial soul, and fused the primordial soul with his body, it didn’t help.

Of course, my personality also plays a part, but only a small one.

As he often made startling statements, he had attracted no small amount of envy, with no small number of people hunting him down. Fortunately, he was a fast runner. That was how he had survived until now.

He had come to the Buddhist Kingdom for training and experience. Setting aside other skills, my ability to flee has visibly improved. Even Shifu, an Intermediate Fusion cultivator, can’t run faster...