In just three short breaths, a desperate wail rang out.
Gu Yang used the Nine Nether Soul-Locking Flame to devour ninety percent of the Heavenly Demon remnant soul's essence, beating it until it was on its last breath.
This mass of demonic energy, which was originally enough to pollute the entire Mirror Moon Cold Lake, was now shivering in Gu Yang's hands like a candle stub that could go out at any moment.
But he didn't wipe it out completely.
A trace of extremely cold calculation flashed in Gu Yang's deep black eyes.
He raised his leg.
"Bang."
Like kicking a ball, he kicked the dying Heavenly Demon remnant soul, along with the dried and charred "Blood Transformation Clone" of Zhao Wuji in midair, right to Zhao Yuelian's feet.
"Young Master?"
Zhao Yuelian trembled all over, her autumn-water bright eyes full of awe and confusion.
"You haven't grown rusty in the demonic arts of forgery and framing, have you?"
Gu Yang's voice didn't have a single ripple.
"I'll give you half an incense stick of time. I want you to leave 'ironclad evidence' on this clone's corpse that even Nascent Soul stage old monsters can't overturn. Prove that this old dog Zhao Wuji is the true demonic spy who has been raising the Heavenly Demon and plotting to subvert the Falling Cloud Sect."
As soon as these words came out.
Zhao Yuelian abruptly raised her head, and an uncontrollable frenzy instantly surged on her cold, stunningly beautiful pale face!
Framing the righteous path's Grand Elder?!
And using a Heavenly Demon remnant soul to do it?!
Zhao Yuelian's breathing instantly became extremely rapid, and cold sweat slid down her breathtakingly voluptuous curves.
"Young Master... you are going to..."
In her mind, which possessed top-tier imagination capabilities, countless terrifying webs of conspiracy instantly took shape.
"I understand! I completely understand!"
Zhao Yuelian screamed crazily in her heart.
"The Young Master doesn't even bother to explain anything! He's going to flip the table directly and nail that old thief Zhao Wuji to the pillar of shame, making it so he can never turn things around for all eternity!"
"This kind of peerless scheming that turns the clouds and rain with a flip of the hand, this kind of unparalleled domineering that treats the rules of the righteous path as nothing..."
Zhao Yuelian looked at Gu Yang's cold, hard back that resembled a demon god.
"To be able to participate in this kind of conspiracy that subverts a major righteous sect..."
Zhao Yuelian's Dao heart, which had always been dignified and pure as ice and jade, completely twisted.
She took the order without hesitation.
"This servant understands! I will definitely not disappoint Master!"
As a top-tier demonic cultivator of the Joyous Union Sect, Zhao Yuelian was incredibly adept at these kinds of insidious methods.
Her ten fingers flew, quickly forming extremely complex demonic hand seals that emitted a dark red light.
"Soul Searching and Vein Interception! Blood Demon Grafting!"
She ruthlessly cut open the dantian of that Blood Transformation Clone.
In an extremely brutal manner, she forcefully stitched and grafted the remaining ten percent of the Heavenly Demon remnant soul alive into the core of the clone's crumbling Golden Core!
Not only that.
She even meticulously forged the operational traces of a cultivation method that used Zhao Wuji's origin essence blood to feed the Heavenly Demon over a long period of time within the clone's dried-up meridians!
That sense of demonic energy erosion accumulated over years was done flawlessly.
Even if a Nascent Soul old monster came and investigated, they would conclude that the owner of this clone was definitely a peerless old demon who had secretly practiced demonic arts for a hundred years!
"Young Master, it's done."
Half an incense stick of time later, Zhao Yuelian wiped the fragrant sweat from her forehead and looked up as if asking for credit.
This shriveled corpse, which emitted Zhao Wuji's origin aura yet surged with demonic energy, was now a super nuclear bomb capable of blowing the Falling Cloud Sect sky-high.
"Well done."
...
Falling Cloud Sect, Heavenly Punishment Main Peak.
On the massive white jade dao arena, the lights were bright.
Thousands of disciples were listening, entranced.
On the high platform, Zhao Wuji's inner ecstasy had reached its peak.
The mother Gu of the Blood Soul Silk-Pulling Gu was jumping extremely joyfully in his dantian.
That meant Shen Qingyue was not only not dead, but had been thoroughly enslaved by him, even opening her divine soul to him!
The situation was set!
A trace of imperceptible lust and smugness flashed across Zhao Wuji's immortal-like old face.
"Qingyue, oh Qingyue, weren't you full of unyielding pride? After tonight, this old man will definitely make you wag your tail and beg for mercy like a dog."
Not only could he obtain the supreme cauldron that was the Nine Yin Physique, but he could also justifiably pocket the Mirror Moon Cold Lake's thousand-year Extreme Yin Water Spirit Pearl.
It was truly a double blessing!
"Since the bait has been swallowed, it's time to wrap up this play."
Zhao Wuji sneered in his heart.
In order to completely nail Shen Qingyue to the pillar of shame, and to make his act of taking the Water Spirit Pearl seem open, aboveboard, and righteous.
He had to act out this final scene in front of the entire sect!
Zhao Wuji abruptly opened his eyes.
His originally benevolent face instantly became extremely solemn, even carrying a trace of unbelievable heartbreak.
He stood up suddenly, his wide purple immortal robes flapping in the night wind.
"Everyone!"
Zhao Wuji's Dao voice, mixed with Golden Core peak cultivation, was like thunder on flat ground, instantly breaking the calm of the dao arena.
The thousands of disciples were startled by this sudden change and all looked up in unison.
Even Liu Yunzi, the Sect Master of the Falling Cloud Sect who had been sitting on the other side of the high platform with his eyes closed resting, slightly furrowed his brows.
"Grand Elder, why such panic?" Liu Yunzi asked in a deep voice.
Zhao Wuji turned around and bowed deeply to Liu Yunzi.
That old face was covered in sorrow and reluctance.
"Sect Master! Fellow sect members! This seat just sensed through the formation hub left at the Mirror Moon Cold Lake..."
He deliberately paused, keeping everyone's appetite in suspense to the extreme, before shouting in an extremely sorrowful voice:
"Elder Shen Qingyue... while suppressing the formation core, I fear she has suffered Qi Deviation! Not only did she not stabilize the formation, but she is crazily destroying the grand array, intending to steal our sect's foundation—the thousand-year Extreme Yin Water Spirit Pearl!"
As soon as these words were spoken.
The entire dao arena of the Heavenly Punishment Main Peak instantly plunged into a deathly silence!
Following that was a booming uproar and disbelief.
"What?! Elder Shen suffered Qi Deviation?!"
"How is this possible? Elder Shen has always been pure as ice and jade, fiercely loyal to the sect!"
"Stealing the Water Spirit Pearl... this is a capital offense of betraying the sect!"
The disciples below exploded in commotion, especially the disciples of Cold Moon Peak, whose faces were deathly pale, looking as if they had lost their parents.
Liu Yunzi's expression also changed drastically, and he abruptly stood up.
"Junior Brother, this matter is of grave importance, do you have evidence?!"
"Sect Master! The violent fluctuations of that formation hub are ironclad evidence!"
Zhao Wuji pointed righteously at a teleportation formation in the center of the high platform.
"In order to prevent the sect's foundation from being destroyed in one day, this seat will now use the grand array hub to forcefully apprehend that demonized rebel and bring her here to be publicly judged by the sect!"
Zhao Wuji's words were watertight, completely placing himself on the moral high ground.
He was certain that Shen Qingyue had already been enslaved by the Gu poison and couldn't resist at all.
As long as he apprehended her and searched her for the Water Spirit Pearl in front of the entire sect, this ironclad case would be nailed shut!
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?!
young master of the Shen family—a figure of immense power and wealth beyond measure—and awakened the "Destined Ultimate Villain System"! His starting scenario? Running into his icy fiancée who shows up with a mountain-descending divine doctor to break off their engagement. The divine doctor arrogantly taunts: "What does your Shen family have besides a bit of stinking money? You're not even worthy of tying Qingxue's shoelaces!" Shen Fei just smiled. He completely defied the usual script: "Fine, I agree to break off the engagement. Also, notify the finance department to withdraw all investments from the Su family." Minutes later, with its capital chain severed, the Su Group teetered on the brink of bankruptcy! The once aloof and proud ice queen CEO was thrown into utter panic. That very night, she went to Shen Fei's villa, casting aside all dignity to beg and plead desperately... From then on, in this world teeming with Sons of Destiny, Shen Fei embarked on a path of extreme dimensional suppression! A mountain-descending divine doctor? Peerless medical skills? Shen Fei: "Reporting you for practicing medicine without a license! I'll gladly take your ancient medicinal cauldron and twin sister assassins." The Crooked-Smiling Dragon King? Commanding a hundred thousand soldiers with a single order? Shen Fei: "Illegal assembly and suspected treason! Let a fleet of attack helicopters sanitize the area and teach you what the state apparatus really means!" A reborn tycoon? Knows all the golden opportunities of the next decade? Shen Fei: "A trillion in capital to reverse and pump the stock market, making you blow your margin and jump on the very first day of your rebirth!" What Chosen Ones? What bearers of Heavenly Fortune? In Shen Fei's eyes, they're all just chives (i.e., suckers/marks) waiting to be harvested! Shen Fei: "Sorry, but as the Destined Ultimate Villain, I don't play by the rules of honor. I only play the game of dimensional suppression."
transmigrates into the world as the sect master of the Heavenly Yan Sect, which is on the verge of being wiped out. He binds a system that grants him cultivation power based on the number of disciples he has: for each disciple, he automatically gains a year's worth of cultivation every single day! Take one disciple: every day he gains 1 year of cultivation power. While others struggle through a year of bitter training, he gets the same just by sleeping through a single night. Take ten disciples: every day he gains 10 years of cultivation power. Foundation Establishment, Core Formation, Nascent Soul—he breezes through all bottlenecks without lifting a finger. Take one hundred disciples: every day he gains 100 years of cultivation power. Even a Soul Transformation Venerable before him can’t survive a single blow. Take ten thousand disciples: every day he gains 10,000 years of cultivation power! With a wave of his hand, he topples empires. With a single step, he crushes the sacred grounds of the universe. ... While others fight tooth and nail for secret techniques, Lin Yan casually hands out Nascent Soul-level cultivation manuals as beginner textbooks. While others strain to find talented recruits, Lin Yan opens his doors to anyone—so long as they’re human. In just three short years, the Heavenly Yan Sect went from a backwater sect made up of three crumbling huts to a sacred land that every cultivator under heaven would kill to enter. ... One day, otherworldly demon gods invade, with a million demon soldiers pressing down upon the realm. Lin Yan, yawning, rises from his lounge chair and glances at the system panel: [Current Disciples: 1.28 million] [Daily Cultivation Increase: 1.28 million years] He waves his hand casually, and the countless demon soldiers are reduced to ashes in an instant. “So noisy… interrupting my fishing.”
saw a female celebrity tied up and stuffed in the trunk! Little did he know, countless cameras were aimed at him at this moment - this was a new type of reality show. The first randomly selected passerby was caught in less than an hour. But when Xu Moru was selected, things started to take an unexpected turn. "Damn, this isn't how the script goes. This Xu Moru is too bold, he's not following the rules at all." "Crap, is this guy taking it seriously?" "The female celebrity has been scared to tears!"
