Zhao Wuji let out a roar like a dying beast.
Driven by the instinct of agonizing pain, he frantically unleashed all the spiritual energy in his body in an attempt to suppress that wicked fire.
However.
At the very moment he released his spiritual energy without reservation!
The Heavenly Demon aura within his Golden Core, forcibly ignited by the Great Sun True Fire, broke out like a breached dam, impossible to conceal any longer, and poured out madly!
The Heavenly Punishment Peak's Main Hall, originally floating with immortal qi and thousands of auspicious rays.
Instantly surged with demonic energy!
Under Zhao Wuji's aged skin, black demonic patterns twisting like centipedes even began to surface!
And the most fatal part was.
This burst of pure Heavenly Demon energy from his body resonated in an extremely terrifying "homologous resonance" with the Heavenly Demon remnant soul inside the nearby blood avatar corpse!
The demonic energy on the corpse and the demonic energy on his body reflected each other, turning into pillars of black light that shot straight into the clouds.
Irrefutable proof!
"He... The Grand Elder has really fallen to the demonic path?!"
"That corpse is his avatar! He is using his own essence blood to feed a Heavenly Demon!"
"A demonic cultivator! The Grand Elder is a demonic cultivator!"
After a brief, deathly silence, the entire dao arena completely exploded.
The gazes of thousands of disciples looking at Zhao Wuji shifted instantly from god-like reverence to extreme terror and disdain.
In this righteous sect, raising a Heavenly Demon was an absolutely unpardonable crime punishable by death!
"Insolent!"
Just at the moment the situation was about to spiral completely out of control.
Liu Yunzi, the Sect Master of the Luoyun Sect who had been watching coldly from the sidelines, finally made his move.
His refined face was covered in extreme grief and disbelief.
With a flash of his figure, Liu Yunzi appeared in front of Zhao Wuji as if teleporting.
"Junior brother... you have disappointed me too much!"
Liu Yunzi's voice echoed through the clouds, every word weeping blood, heartbroken.
"To break through to the Nascent Soul realm, you actually entered the demonic path and raised a Heavenly Demon! Where do you place the sect's eternal foundation?!"
Before his voice faded.
Liu Yunzi struck out like lightning, his broad sleeves bringing up an overwhelming, righteous aura.
With one palm, he ruthlessly struck Zhao Wuji's dantian!
"Pfft——!"
Zhao Wuji wildly spat out another mouthful of black blood, his entire body flying backward like a kite with a broken string.
"Ugh... ugh..."
Zhao Wuji collapsed in a pool of blood, his hands tightly clutching his dantian.
His eyes were bloodshot, and a leaky "hissing" sound came from his throat as he stared fixedly at his senior brother, whose face was full of grief.
Looking at the thousands of murderous eyes below the stage, Zhao Wuji knew that his century of plotting had been completely crushed.
Staying here meant only death!
Or being subjected to soul searching, a fate worse than death!
"Roar——!"
Zhao Wuji violently bit the tip of his tongue, not hesitating to burn his essence blood.
"Blood Demon Disintegration Art!"
Bang!
His physical body instantly exploded into an extremely dense cloud of blood mist, transforming into a blood-colored lightning bolt of extreme speed.
In order to escape for his life, he even recklessly crashed into several elite inner sect disciples blocking the way!
"Ah!"
Several disciples were directly smashed into a bloody mist by this violent blood qi.
"Vile spawn! Do not flee!"
Liu Yunzi shouted angrily, seemingly unleashing an earth-shattering divine ability to intercept him.
But that sword qi, capable of tearing through the void, was "just right" in being half a beat too slow, merely brushing past Zhao Wuji's scalp.
"Swoosh——"
Like a stray dog, Zhao Wuji miserably fled the Luoyun Sect.
The entire audience was dead silent.
Everyone was completely awed by this shocking and sudden turn of events.
Liu Yunzi withdrew his hand, looking in the direction Zhao Wuji fled, and let out a long sigh.
That refined face was full of the vicissitudes and sorrow of a sect's misfortune.
"Pass down my order."
Liu Yunzi turned around, his voice majestic, echoing through the clouds.
"Zhao Wuji colluded with the demonic path and murdered fellow disciples; his crimes are unpardonable. From this day forth, he is stripped of his position as Grand Elder and is wanted by the entire sect, dead or alive!"
"In addition, Elder Shen Qingyue has merit in suppressing the eye of the Mirror Moon Cold Lake array, preserving our sect's foundation."
"She is awarded ten thousand spirit stones, an Earth-rank cultivation method, and is permitted to cultivate in seclusion in the Spirit Herb Garden for three months."
Gu Yang's eyes were icy.
Ding! Detected that the host, under limited intelligence, saw through and crushed an unknown crisis (Blood Soul Silk-Pulling Gu, Heavenly Demon Remnant Soul Self-Destruction) using his own abilities.
This interception rating has jumped from 'Purple' to 'Gold'!
Calculating excess rewards... Rewarding 100 Destiny Points!
Remaining Destiny Points: 220
...
Outside the Luoyun Sect, in a dark, dense forest.
The night wind was chilling, and a strong stench of blood permeated the air.
"Thump!"
A mangled mass of flesh and blood smashed heavily onto the dirt covered in dead leaves.
Zhao Wuji revealed his figure.
His appearance at this moment was tragic to the extreme.
His entire body was covered in blackened scorch marks burned by the Great Sun True Fire, his dantian was sealed, and his cultivation had plummeted to below the Foundation Establishment stage.
"Liu Yunzi... Shen Qingyue!"
Zhao Wuji rolled in the mud like a maggot, leaky, shrill curses coming from his throat.
"Wait until I... wait until I find the protection of the Blood River Sect... I will definitely make you wish you were dead!"
Dragging his ruined body, he desperately tried to crawl deeper into the dense forest.
As long as he escaped this area, as long as he survived...
"Where do you think you're going?"
An extremely charming and bone-deep, yet chillingly cold voice abruptly sounded in the darkness.
Zhao Wuji's body stiffened.
He looked up in terror.
Under an ancient tree ahead stood a breathtakingly beautiful woman wearing coarse gray robes, appearing at some unknown time.
Although she wore the lowest grade of servant clothing, that natural, top-tier mature charm, along with the terrifying pressure of the late-stage Core Formation realm, pressed down on him like a massive mountain.
"Who... who are you?!"
Zhao Wuji roared in despair.
Zhao Yuelian did not answer.
Her clear autumn-water eyes were filled with extreme disgust.
Just half an incense stick of time ago, Gu Yang used the intelligence system to extremely accurately predict Zhao Wuji's final landing spot after his blood escape.
And had her wait here in advance.
"The Young Master said, the sky of this Luoyun Sect must be kept absolutely clean."
Zhao Yuelian coldly raised her cold, jade-white right hand.
"Crack!"
An extremely cold, dark ice blade pierced out from underground without warning, directly freezing and shattering Zhao Wuji's ruined body, along with his final venomous resentment!
The dignified Grand Elder of the Luoyun Sect died just like that, silently, in a patch of unknown mud.
Not even a trace of a remnant soul was left behind.
Stowing away the storage bag.
Having finished all this, Zhao Yuelian's figure flickered and faded back into the darkness.
...
A few breaths later.
In the previously empty, dark dense forest, a light breeze blew past.
Liu Yunzi, clad in a refined green shirt, slowly stepped out from the shadows.
He lowered his head, looking at the puddle of crushed ice and rotting flesh that belonged to Zhao Wuji on the ground.
On that face, which was always compassionate and heartbroken for the righteous cause of the sect.
There was no anger, nor was there any sorrow.
Instead, the corners of his mouth curled up in an extremely bizarre, incredibly gentle, and even slightly morbidly affectionate smile.
...
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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!
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?!
ine. During your journey, you save an abandoned baby girl and become her elder brother】 【You rely on each other, becoming each other's support】 【At the end of the simulation, you shield the now-grown girl with your life, sacrificing yourself to block numerous demonic cultivators. You die, and the light in the girl's eyes fades】 …… 【Second Simulation: You are transported to a world where steam and magic coexist】 【You immerse yourself in the study of magic, obsessed with its research. One day, while out, you encounter a half-blooded demon girl wandering the streets. You take her in as your student】 【You teach the demoness what it means to be human, show her the beauty of the world, and nurture her into a miracle that surpasses even the gods】 【At the end of the simulation, you die of old age in front of the nearly immortal demoness due to your mortal lifespan】 …… One simulation after another, one encounter after another. Xu Xi suddenly felt something was off: "Wait, you said you're coming to the real world to find me?"
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.”
