Let's rewind the time to half an incense stick's time ago.
The world was vast, and the bright moon was boundless.
Five silhouettes flew silently above the desert, heading towards the direction of the Qingxuan Sect's flying ship.
No one spoke a word.
Qin Ke'er carefully glanced at Mu Yunxi.
At this moment, her face had already recovered its original appearance, and she had even changed into a new set of clothes. Fluttering in the wind with an ethereal aura, how could one see even a trace of the miserable state of being beaten into a bloody pulp by Bingxuanzi earlier?
"Master, are you alright?" Qin Ke'er asked in a low voice.
"I'm fine."
Mu Yunxi's gaze remained fixed on the horizon ahead. Her voice betrayed neither joy nor anger, but the suppressed fury made the surrounding air drop a few degrees.
It was one thing to fail to snatch the spiritual fire.
But to be beaten so miserably by a sealed old geezer... She dared say she had never been in such a sorry state in her entire life. Furthermore, it happened in front of so many people, right in front of her own disciples. Being punched in the face over and over, flesh flying and teeth shattering—it was an absolute humiliation.
Who wouldn't be filled with pent-up anger?
If it was only that, it would have been fine.
The most important thing was being played by Bingxuanzi's self-destruction. It was one thing not to find him after coming out.
But the entire city of snake-people was in a deep slumber.
At a glance, it was obvious that someone had taken advantage of their massive battle to sneak into the holy city and steal the spiritual fire.
Based on the aura left at the scene.
She could conclude that it was that little thief!
He had completely faked his death and played everyone for fools. No wonder that old geezer Bingxuanzi fought desperately to stop them; he was covering for that little thief right from the start!
"A piece of trash who only knows how to play dirty tricks!"
Mu Yunxi gritted her silver teeth, her gaze filled with hatred.
It was no wonder that a person who only used such underhanded methods would cause the destruction of the Qingxuan Sect in her previous life.
If it weren't for Wu Tianxing and Master Mochen, those two old foxes, fleeing immediately, leaving her alone and not daring to face Medusa in her prime, she would have dug three feet into the ground to unearth that little thief!
Now look at this.
She didn't get the spiritual fire.
She didn't kill the person she wanted to kill.
She even suffered a beating for nothing and lost all her face. The more Mu Yunxi thought about it, the angrier she got, veins bulging on her forehead. But unable to vent due to her dignity, she could only sulk alone, exuding an aura that warned strangers to stay away.
An oppressive atmosphere spread among the five people.
Qin Ke'er shrank her neck in fear. Affected by this chaotic battle, she hadn't noticed that Ye Shu wasn't dead.
Originally, she wanted to ask about Sister Qingli.
After all, even if they didn't snatch the spiritual fire.
They should at least rescue Sister Qingli, right?
But looking at her master's appearance, she feared her master had long forgotten Sister Qingli to the back of her mind.
"Sister Qingli, you'll have to suffer a bit first."
Qin Ke'er secretly swore in her heart.
"Once I return to the flying ship and Master's anger subsides, even if I have to sink the snake-people city, I will rescue you!"
Her eyes were firm as she clenched her fists.
On the other side, Su Xiao kept his head down, his cheeks taut, without saying a word. It wasn't out of sorrow, but because if he didn't keep a straight face, he was afraid he wouldn't be able to hold back his laughter.
Who would understand?
He originally thought the male protagonist was dead, and he was in despair.
As a result, the system suddenly announced a sentence.
[Task successfully completed.]
What did this mean? It meant the male protagonist not only didn't die, but he also conveniently stole the strange fire, playing everyone for fools.
He himself managed to pass the plot just by lying down.
Was there anything more satisfying than this?
Su Xiao was inwardly thrilled, but the system was about to go mad with anger. It had laid down an inescapable net, only to be outsmarted by a mere Foundation Establishment cultivator!
"Damned Heavenly Dao!"
A trace of coldness flashed through the system's eyes. Its gaze pierced through the void, looking directly at Lin Qingxue on the distant flying ship, sneering repeatedly. "You were lucky before, but since you've thrown yourself into the net, don't blame me for being ruthless."
The group flew in silence for a long time.
Until the outline of the flying ship in the distance became clearer and clearer.
Mu Yunxi led the group to land on the deck. As soon as she touched down, her brows furrowed tightly.
The aura of the Azure Lotus Heavenly Fire... is it... that little thief?
Why would he be on the flying ship?
Wait.
Mu Yunxi released her divine sense and carefully felt it.
Sure enough, there were other people's auras, mottled and messy, but there was one aura she couldn't be more familiar with.
Lin Qingxue!
After returning from the Magical Beast Mountain Range, she was bewitched by that little thief and even spoke up for him.
She didn't expect that now she would actually follow them and hide that little thief on the flying ship. Did she not know that that guy would bring disaster to the sect?!
Unfilial disciple!
Mu Yunxi's expression gradually darkened, and the surrounding air dropped a few degrees.
"Master?" Zheng Yunshu spoke cautiously.
"Where is Lin Qingxue?"
Mu Yunxi didn't answer, but coldly stared at the disciple on duty nearby and asked.
The disciple on duty trembled all over and quickly said:
"She... she was just here, and then suddenly disappeared."
As soon as the words fell.
Mu Yunxi's figure suddenly vanished from the spot.
In the next second, she had already appeared below the deck of the flying ship, in front of an independent courtyard.
Her eyes were cold as she took a large stride forward.
At the same time—
In the boundless desert in the distance, the exchange of blows between Feng Wuwang and the hooded old man had already passed the second move.
At this moment, Feng Wuwang's face was pale, half of his body was mangled and bloody, and his snow-white robe was mostly dyed red with blood. He looked extremely wretched.
Feng Wuwang looked at the old man in front of him, his eyes filled with horror.
He couldn't figure it out.
Both were in the early stage of the Void Return Realm, how could the gap be so huge?
Just now, he had used all his methods, throwing out various magical treasures as if they cost nothing. As a result, this old man acted as if they didn't exist, passing straight through all his attacks, and with a light push, almost took his life.
He seriously suspected that if the other party didn't want to play a little longer, he wouldn't have been able to last until the third move at all.
"Have you rested enough?"
The old man's gaze was indifferent as he stretched out his third finger.
"The third move."
As soon as his words fell, his figure suddenly vanished from the spot, appearing in front of Feng Wuwang again, and lightly pushed out a palm.
Like this again!
Like this again!
Feng Wuwang's eyes felt like they were going to split open. This was already the third move, but the other party hadn't even changed his moves. He couldn't even understand what methods the other party was using.
Time seemed to slow down countless times at this moment.
Feng Wuwang stared fixedly at that aged palm, watching the center of the palm get closer and closer to his chest, his eyes full of despair.
My life is over!
However, just when he was in complete despair.
The old man's palm paused imperceptibly. It was this slight pause that allowed Feng Wuwang to use all his strength to lean to the side, barely avoiding his heart meridian.
Boom!!!
The palm wind brushed past his lower body, blasting his abdomen and everything below it, along with the desert behind him, to pieces.
"Argh!!!!"
A blood mist filled the air, and Feng Wuwang let out a heart-wrenching scream. His whole body flew backward. With this blow, he feared it would be difficult to recover without decades of bitter cultivation.
But he gasped for air heavily, a trace of relief of surviving a disaster flashing in his eyes.
I... I survived.
He raised his head, but the old man had already vanished without a trace. Only a faint voice lingered in the air.
"I shall spare your life for now, and claim it another day."
...........
Knock, knock, knock...
Mu Yunxi stood before the small cabin. She had barely raised her hand to knock on the door when a dark silhouette appeared silently behind her.
rowess are unmatched, commanding a million-strong army! Yet, the Emperor wants to depose him for the sake of a false prince? Hold on, are you throwing me into some female-oriented romance plot? How can I tolerate this? With a grand wave of his hand—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! Slander the Emperor? Very well, all of you shall die! ... The False Prince: "Although I am not the biological son, Father and Mother love me more. The throne should be mine!" The Female Lead: "Qin Xiao, you are the Emperor, and I am a commoner. If you wish to marry me, you must abdicate. Otherwise, you will never have me!" The Empress: "After we divorce, you must give me half the empire!" The Transmigrator Consort: "You worthless Emperor, why should I kneel to you? All men are equal—I advise you to be kind!" The Great General: "The enemy general is my childhood sweetheart. For her sake, I willingly abandon the frontier defenses!" The Retired Emperor: "Although Yu'er was adopted, I prefer him. Qin Xiao, you should abdicate and let him become Emperor!" ... Very well! So this is how you want to play? Facing this twisted world of female-oriented tropes, Qin Xiao grins and raises his hand to unleash—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! I am the Emperor. Why would I bother reasoning with you? Seal the gates! Leave none alive!
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."
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?"
