They had to speed up their cultivation.
The thought flashed through several minds at the same time.
Amidst this peaceful atmosphere, where everyone was secretly spurring themselves onward, an extremely discordant sound rang out with startling clarity.
“Glug…”
It was the sound of someone swallowing saliva, filled with the most primal longing, as though they had just caught sight of some supreme delicacy.
The source of the sound was Lao Huang, who was not far away by the spiritual fields, chewing on a stalk of spirit grass.
At the sound, Mo Yu instinctively glanced over.
At first glance, he saw a massive old bull with sleek, glossy fur and a robust build. It was staring at him without blinking with a pair of enormous, copper-bell-like eyes.
Why did this old bull look so familiar?
A trace of doubt flashed through Mo Yu’s golden-red vertical pupils. It seemed that he had sensed a similar aura before, but for the moment, he could not quite recall when.
However, before he had time to think it through, his second reaction made his heart jolt.
Something was wrong!
There was something wrong with the way this old bull was looking at him!
That was absolutely not the look one gave a fellow disciple or an ordinary spirit beast!
Those eyes were filled with naked, undisguised appetite!
It was as though the old bull were sizing up a walking piece of supreme flesh, giving off an irresistible aroma!
Mo Yu’s enormous qilin body stiffened almost imperceptibly.
He abruptly raised his head and looked toward Xiao Ruobai, Fang Hanyu, and the others once more.
Damn it!
That familiar feeling was back again!
Before entering seclusion, he had already felt as though he were being watched by some invisible gaze. At the time, he had been immersed in the ecstatic joy of completing his bloodline and had not investigated it further.
Now that he had successfully survived his tribulation, his spiritual senses had grown even sharper.
He clearly caught the faint yet unmistakable evaluative look in everyone’s eyes as they gazed at him. Though it vanished in an instant, it came from the same source as the look in the old bull’s eyes, carrying an indescribable sense of appraisal.
Fatty Wang was the most obvious of them all. His eyes were practically gleaming, and the way he secretly swallowed was exactly the same as Lao Huang’s!
What in the world was going on at Violet Bamboo Peak?!
A chill inexplicably rose in Mo Yu’s heart.
The joy of becoming a Saint was diluted by several degrees. Beneath this place’s peaceful exterior, he sensed a danger that he could not put into words.
Just as the scales all over Mo Yu’s body began to prickle and he started growing suspicious of everything, Xiao Ruobai was the first to recover.
He gave a light cough, instantly suppressing every trace of abnormality. Then he stepped forward with a bright, sincere smile, cupped his fists, and said, “Mo Yu, congratulations on reaching the Saint Realm today! Your path to the Great Dao is boundless!”
Beside the stone table, Gu Changge had taken in the entire subtle scene. His gaze ultimately settled on Mo Yu, who had just broken through, his blood and qi surging like a dragon as holy radiance flowed around him.
He lightly tapped his fingers against the stone table, his thoughts shifting.
Forget it. He had only just broken through and was currently at the point when his realm needed stabilizing and his potential was at its peak. Making a move now would be somewhat inappropriate.
It was a day of celebration. They could let him grow a little longer.
When everyone saw that Gu Changge had no intention of acting and had given no other indication, they immediately understood. Their little schemes were suppressed in an instant.
The atmosphere in the scene changed at once, truly returning to a harmonious gathering of fellow disciples congratulating one another, as though that brief, strange moment had never occurred.
Everyone gathered around Mo Yu, offering their congratulations one after another. Their words were filled with encouragement and expectations, as if the brief, eerie atmosphere from earlier had never appeared.
Seeing everyone instantly return to normal, their tones sincere and their attitudes warm, Mo Yu could not help shaking his enormous head. The suspicion in his heart eased somewhat.
Perhaps he really had been too sensitive after just surviving his tribulation and had allowed his imagination to run wild?
Lao Huang also gave an awkward snort, turned his head away, and continued chewing on his spirit grass.
As Mo Yu felt the genuine congratulations surrounding him, the last trace of unease in his heart gradually faded, replaced by the joy of becoming a Saint and his longing for the future.
It seemed that he really had been imagining things.
Violet Bamboo Peak was still a warm place after all.
Thinking this, he began immersing himself in stabilizing his newly attained realm.
However, just as his mind had settled and his gaze inadvertently swept across the seemingly simple and honest old bull by the spiritual fields, he suddenly remembered!
It was him!
The Azure Heaven Bull King!
One of the overlords of the Southern Domain’s demon race, a Saint King-level demon king renowned for breaking all techniques through sheer force and for his explosive temper!
Mo Yu’s heart shook violently.
During his travels through the Southern Domain years ago, he had sensed from afar the earth-shaking might displayed whenever this demon king ventured out. He could never have been mistaken.
Rumor had it that the Azure Heaven Bull King had mysteriously disappeared ten years ago.
The demon race of the Southern Domain had even fallen into turmoil for quite some time because of it.
How had he ended up in the Eastern Domain, at the Azure Profound Sect, and on Violet Bamboo Peak?
And from the looks of things, he was farming?!
A Saint King demon king who had once dominated the Southern Domain had actually transformed into an old bull here, plowing the fields and growing crops?
Still, when Mo Yu thought of Honored Master’s extraordinary methods, it somehow seemed reasonable.
At the same time, Lao Huang appeared to be wholly focused on chewing grass, but in reality, he keenly caught the momentary realization and disbelief in Mo Yu’s eyes.
His heart immediately sank.
Well, this kid had still recognized him!
Lao Huang felt that his old face had lost some dignity.
Good heavens! Back in the day, this old bull had been an overlord of the Southern Domain, a mighty existence whose every stomp could make the entire region tremble. Now that a junior had seen him in this appearance, where was he supposed to put his pride?
But in the next instant, Lao Huang realized something.
Wait a moment!
This old bull was currently in the Quasi-Emperor Realm!
He had long since pledged himself to Honored Master and become one of the founding elders of Violet Bamboo Peak!
In terms of seniority and cultivation, he was the senior of this little qilin who had only just become a Saint!
So what if he farmed? Mo Yu was still a mount!
With that thought, Lao Huang’s mood instantly improved, and he even developed a faint sense of superiority.
“Well then. Since you have only just arrived and have just broken through, once your realm has stabilized, I, as your senior, can offer you some guidance.
“I hope you know how to conduct yourself!”
As these thoughts passed through Lao Huang’s mind, a trace of the reserved dignity and scheming of a senior expert flashed through his great copper-bell eyes.
He then returned to his honest-looking old-bull appearance, lowered his head, and began chewing the tender spirit grass even more intently, as though none of what had just happened had anything to do with him.
Mo Yu caught that final, meaningful glance in its entirety. The absurdity and faint unease that had just subsided in his heart seemed to be rising again.
He hurriedly shook his head, forcibly suppressing those distracting thoughts.
He stopped looking at the old bull that unsettled his mind and sank his entire consciousness into his body, focusing on stabilizing the new power surging through him like a tidal wave.
The brief disturbance on Violet Bamboo Peak caused by Mo Yu’s successful breakthrough seemed to have completely subsided.
Everyone returned to their respective places. Spiritual energy circulated, and Dao rhythms filled the air, restoring the peaceful and tranquil scene of cultivation.
Beside the stone table, Gu Changge took in the various interactions and conflicting thoughts among everyone on Violet Bamboo Peak.
Seeing everyone settle their minds and begin another round of cultivation, with Lao Huang continuing to leisurely chew spirit grass, the entire peak presented a scene of orderly vitality.
Gu Changge nodded slightly, then sank his consciousness into the system space.
Inside, ten portions of World Origin hovered silently.
Gu Changge’s divine sense spread out like invisible quicksilver, quietly extending until it covered the entire Great Xuanhuang World.
Mountains and rivers, vegetation and living creatures, sects and nations, mortal lands and mundane society, secret realms and forbidden grounds, the depths of the starry sky, and even the obscure threads of law above the Nine Heavens—all of it was laid out before the mirror of his mind.
The spiritual energy of this world showed signs of revival, yet deep within its source, clear scars and a lingering dryness still remained.
It was like a giant just recovering from a grave illness. Though its blood had begun to flow freely again, it was still far from regaining the vitality of its prime.
“There’s nothing else to do right now. I might as well test how effective this thing is.”
ng to die together with you." Lin Xuan is dead, his body thrown into the river by his scumbag lover and her accomplice. She, the president of the Su Group, is decisive, ruthless, and ice-cold. For three days and three nights, she had his body fished out of the river, and without hesitation, she kissed the bloated corpse of Lin Xuan. She laid down beside him in a cold coffin, their fingers intertwined, a smile lingering on her lips as she closed her eyes. The noble and cold-hearted woman, only bending for one man—Lin Xuan. Lin Xuan, with his golden finger, is reborn and returns to the day of his wedding to the treacherous woman. Su Qiang comes to steal the bride. Lin Xuan's eyes light up, eager to pledge his loyalty on the spot, but instead, her kiss transfers a glass of drugged wine into his mouth, causing him to pass out... 【Male Protagonist with Single Female Lead】【Yandere Tycoon】【Action-Packed】【True vs. Fake Heir】
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.”
s + Rent Collection Wealth】 At the start, he inherited a rundown house in the urban village from his grandfather. The house had no tenants, but the moment he was diagnosed with a terminal illness, a self-proclaimed empress from the Tianxuan Continent arrived as his first tenant. Ye Chuan soon discovered that with every new tenant moving in, not only did he receive massive daily payments, but he also obtained unique items related to their backgrounds. 【Acquired Bai Qianshuang’s related item: Tiger Strength Pill—dramatically enhances physical power!】 【Acquired Bai Qianshuang’s related item: Deer Blood Pill—significantly boosts vitality!】 …… From that day on, all sorts of bizarre tenants began appearing in the house: the empress from Tianxuan Continent, an apocalyptic sorceress from the Magic Realm, a mysterious scientific girl who fell through a spacetime rift… Every single day, he received strange, powerful items and endless money. Then one day, he suddenly realized—he had become invincible. Enough, enough! Stop giving me more!
nd fell into a coma while saving his younger sister from an out-of-control car. He became a vegetable. No one knew that his consciousness had crossed into a world of cultivation. Over the course of sixty years, he began as the lowest kind of mine slave, struggling to survive amid mountains of corpses and seas of blood. By sheer chance, he eventually obtained the complete memories of a fallen Immortal King. Alchemy, medicine, formations, feng shui, physiognomy, artifact forging… Every great inheritance of the cultivation world was now his. But when he opened his eyes again, he discovered that ten full years had passed in the modern world. To pay for his treatment, his father had sold the family’s shop and house, leaving himself covered in lasting injuries and illness. His mother had cared for him day and night, and more than half of her hair had already turned white. His younger sister, who had been only fifteen back then, was now twenty-five. To help repay the family’s debts, she had been forced to lower her head and put on a smiling face in places of glittering lights and endless revelry. Only then did Chen Xuan understand that what he had lost was not merely ten years. He had lost the life his entire family was meant to have. The good news was that he had brought back the memories of an Immortal King’s entire lifetime. The bad news was that his soul had returned alone—his cultivation had not come with him. Spiritual energy was scarce, resources were depleted, and the modern world still had firearms, surveillance, capital, and laws. If he wanted to protect his family, break free from everyone’s control, and become truly invincible beneath the heavens, he would have to start all over again.
