Gu Yang quietly looked at the glaring "10%" progress bar.
He stayed silent for a good while.
Intense extreme emotions...
Gu Yang silently chewed on these words in his mouth.
He lowered his eyelids, and the scenes from under the Heartless Cold Pool last night involuntarily surfaced in his mind.
Good, good, good.
Dog system...
You want me to play like this, huh...
After the initial surprise, Gu Yang began to think calmly.
10%... That meant there might be 9 times left.
Yesterday was purely a coincidence; he still had to do it 9 more times.
It's a bit troublesome.
Zhao Yuelian was a cultivator at the Great Perfection of the Core Formation stage. This process of "condensing the Dao Seed" required her to willingly sink into the quagmire of that extreme emotion.
Self-indulgence, self-sacrifice.
If the methods were a bit milder, the progress bar might not move an inch.
The difficulty was still a bit high.
But then again.
At the very least, this was one hundred Destiny Points.
Plus a high-level Foundation Establishment spiritual item—the 'Nine Yin Fortune Dao Seed'.
This deal was worth making.
But it had to be well designed.
Gu Yang's gaze shifted slightly, falling on the special intelligence wrapped in blood-red light at the very bottom of the light screen.
That was the highest grade he had intercepted so far—Red Intelligence.
Regarding the Soul Formation stage Empress he had planted a slave contract on, Tantai Jin.
"Deduce Tantai Jin's intelligence," Gu Yang muttered in his heart.
[Ding, the target involves a mighty figure at the Soul Formation stage, and the grade is too high.]
[Deducing Red Intelligence requires 200 Destiny Points.]
Gu Yang didn't even bat an eyelid, decisively closing the deduction interface.
He only had 100 points left now.
Not only was it not enough, but even if it were, it was too expensive.
...
[Daily Intelligence Refresh!]
Gu Yang picked up the half-warm spiritual tea, took a light sip, and his gaze landed on the newly emerged white handwriting.
[White Intelligence: Half an hour ago, Empress Tantai Jin woke up from an absurd illusionary dream and angrily shattered a small mountain with a palm strike.
In the dream, she found herself uncontrollably kneeling before the host's knees. And every time a trace of submission and surrender arose, her true spirit, damaged due to the failure of her Soul Formation, would receive a blissful nourishment.
She firmly believes this is the 'Red Dust Heart Demon' brought by the Heavenly Demon Tribulation, a test of this Empress's Dao Heart.
As long as she finds an opportunity to personally slay a mere ant like the host, the Heart Demon will naturally break!]
Red Dust Heart Demon?
This Empress's mouth was indeed harder than the ten-thousand-year Mysterious Ice in her underground palace.
Branded by the slave contract, her body's instincts had already begun to covet the feedback brought by the rank suppression.
Yet her rationality was still struggling desperately.
Gu Yang set down the teacup, the porcelain colliding with the stone tabletop, making a soft clink.
It didn't matter; he would ignore her.
[White Intelligence: Su Wanyin noticed that after dual cultivation last night, her stagnant cultivation base faintly showed signs of a breakthrough. She is racking her brains, trying to find a perfect excuse to stay by the host's side forever.]
...
Gu Yang's peripheral vision swept to his side.
Su Wanyin, under the guise of refilling tea, was extremely covertly rubbing that astonishing curve, seemingly intentionally yet unintentionally, against his gray sleeve hanging by his side.
She lowered her head; on that slender and fragile neck, a few faint red marks left by the Great Sun True Fire last night still remained.
With her subtle movements, the hem of her red dress rubbed against the stone chair, making an extremely seductive "rustling" sound.
In those watery peach blossom eyes, there was an incomparable desire, yet she tightly wrapped it up with the most submissive posture.
Exchange of interests?
No, this Demonic Sect Holy Maiden knew better than anyone.
The greatest interest in this world was to completely bind herself, skin and bones, to the man in front of her.
Gu Yang didn't expose her little thoughts; his gaze continued downward.
[White Intelligence: Zhao Yuelian, the Supreme Elder of the Joyous Union Sect, is a cold, majestic, and inviolable flower on a high peak in front of others. Behind their backs, however, she has a physique that extremely lacks a sense of security and desperately desires to be saved.
She possesses the top-tier overthinking ability in the cultivation world. The host's coldness and roughness have been automatically interpreted by her as the 'gift of absolute control'.]
...
Gu Yang slightly raised his eyes.
Sitting opposite him, Fairy Lingshuang still tightly wrapped herself in that heavy snow-white fox fur coat.
On that stunningly beautiful and cold face, there was no trace of expression, like an ice sculpture untouched by mundane affairs.
But the moment Gu Yang's gaze landed over.
Zhao Yuelian's thick and long eyelashes trembled.
Under the fox fur, those cold white jade legs crossed together stiffened extremely unnaturally.
Even through the heavy fur, Gu Yang could hear her originally steady breathing suddenly miss a beat.
The warm and hurried breath turned into a faint wisp of white mist in the cold air.
She bit her lower lip, her fingertips almost piercing her palms, trying with all her might to maintain the dignity of a sect elder.
But under the gaze of Gu Yang's black eyes, which seemed to see through everything.
This Great Perfection Core Formation cultivator's earlobes were uncontrollably flushing with a sickly red hue.
That was extreme shame, mixed with some unspeakable hidden desire.
Gu Yang withdrew his gaze.
It seemed the progress of the 'Nine Yin Fortune Dao Seed' could be squeezed a bit more.
However, haste makes waste.
Let this tightly strung bowstring loosen a bit first; next time it's fiercely plucked, the rebound force will be even stronger.
[White Intelligence: Shen Qingyue, the Golden Core Elder of the Falling Cloud Sect, has been tormented by remorse and self-doubt all day since the 'Heart-Questioning Illusion Array' fell.
She stubbornly believes that the loss of control was only due to the array and the essence blood of the host's Extreme Yang Physique.
She desperately desires the host to return to the sect as soon as possible, trying to prove that without any interference, she can still face the host with a perfect master's demeanor without crossing the line.]
...
In his mind appeared that iceberg master who was always dressed in white, cold, and transcendent.
That was his backer in this cultivation world where the strong preyed on the weak.
She was also the person who treated him the best all these years, bar none.
She was even the initial trigger for the "Desolate Extreme Yang Physique" on his body.
Gu Yang was ruthless and unfeeling when drawing his sword against others, but towards his master, he truly had a trace of unique affection.
He sighed in his heart.
Master, oh Master.
The more you suppress it, the more you want to prove your innocence.
When it rebounds, the collapse of rationality will be even more thorough.
Your eagerness to prove that you haven't been moved by mortal desires already puts you at a disadvantage.
Calculating the days, he had been out for more than half a month.
And there was that "Ten-Thousand-Year Mysterious Yin Jade Pillow" intentionally left in the secret realm.
It's time to go back and pay my respects to you properly.
[Golden Intelligence: Holy Heaven City. Luo Shenyao, the beloved daughter of Luo Tianheng, the ancestor of the Golden Core sect Heavenly Voice Valley, is actually the reincarnation of the ancient Flower God (true form: Blood-Drinking Demonic Vine).
Luo Tianheng has been stuck at the peak of Core Formation for many years, his lifespan nearing its end. Influenced by the hidden mental guidance of the Demonic Vine's remnant soul, he regards his biological daughter as a 'human-shaped great medicine' to break through his realm.
In 10 days, he will activate the 'Myriad Woods Ever Spring Array' in the underground palace of Holy Heaven City, intending to extract Luo Shenyao's bones and marrow, swallowing her Flower God bloodline raw to seek a breakthrough.
But this is the Demonic Vine's trap. The moment Luo Tianheng makes his move, the hidden Demonic Vine will instantly backlash, reverse-draining Luo Tianheng to act as high-grade nourishment, and completely obliterate Luo Shenyao's consciousness, completing a perfect possession and revival.]
Within the ten breaths of extreme weakness during the soul replacement, immediately after the Demonic Vine drains Luo Tianheng dry and obliterates Luo Shenyao's consciousness, Ye Chen, the Dao Child of the Daoyi Sect who has been lurking in the shadows, will reveal himself.
He will use the sect's supreme treasure, the Mystic Yang True Fire, to incinerate the Demonic Vine's life force. On the spot, he will harvest Luo Shenyao, who has been forcefully ripened into a Humanoid Elixir, and use her to condense a Grade-One Righteous Golden Core. [Click to view coordinates]
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iemie, male, Race: Moon. Hobby: Collecting anomalies. At first, he thought he possessed two systems: the Crimson Rainbow Moon and the Clear Cold Frost Moon. One day, he discovered that he himself could also become a system for others, holding the chessboard of fate. The Eighth Epoch, also known as the Eternal Moon Epoch. Humans, witches, elves, bloodline descendants, specters, demons, and spirits together compose a new history. Walking the path on behalf of the moon, before he knew it, Chen Miemie's footsteps were followed by all manner of strange and wondrous anomalies. As time passed, many titles circulated about him—The King in Yellow, Lord of Anomalies, Heart of the Eternal Moon, and more. "Me? I'm just a traveler who enjoys collecting interesting creatures," Chen Miemie said.
ing gift was a patch of barren land, and disciples were all picked up along the way. He spent fifty years diligently building three "ramshackle little sects," thinking he could finally live a carefree life relying on his disciples. But right at the fifty-year mark, he was suddenly swept away by a spatial rift and exiled to the Chaos Desolation, the Disorderly Ruins. There was no spiritual energy there, only slaughter. Relying on the cultivation feedback from his disciples, Gu Changyuan hacked his way through a sea of blood for eleven hundred years. When the system finally fished him back out, he discovered the ramshackle little sects he'd built back then had developed a rather... unusual style. Hold on... I vanished for a thousand years, so how did my ramshackle little sects become holy lands?!
ut it can buy an entire year of absolutely perfect training results! Su Yu stared at his empty wallet and decisively opened up various online loan platforms. “Borrow a thousand bucks! Recharge my vitality!” Boom! His vitality broke a hundred points, shattering the limits of the human body! “Borrow ten thousand bucks! Recharge my combat skills!” Boom! A basic punching technique so common it was everywhere instantly maxed out, revealing the ultimate assassination technique of Five Elements Unity—Inner Force! When a rich kid hired assassins for a midnight ambush, aiming to break both of his legs, they instead ran headfirst into a monster—a human-shaped tyrannosaur, brimming with dragon-like vitality. With just two fingers, Su Yu snapped a steel staff reinforced with alloy. Staring at the killer’s stash of stolen cash—a staggering quarter-million dollars—he showed a corporate-sincere smile: “Thanks for the pre-exam gift pack, Mr. Zhao! I’m gonna go re-invest this!” Three days later, at the National Martial Arts College Entrance Exam, while everyone else struggled just to reach the passing line, Su Yu threw a single punch—and more than a thousand vitality points literally detonated the entire arena!
end. Thus one must continue to cultivate, and become a saint or great emperor, in order to prolong one's life. Chen Xia, however, completely reversed this. Since his transmigration, he has gained immortality, and also a system that awards him with attribute points for every year he lives. Thus between the myriad worlds, the legend of an unparalleled senior appeared. "A gentleman takes revenge; it is never too late even after ten thousand years." "When you were at your peak I yielded, now in your old age I shall trample on you." - Chen Xia
