[Exploiting the power of the Yaochi Heavenly Palace like a fox assuming the majesty of a tiger, you caused severe damage to the prestige and strength of the Huangfu family, plundered several Saint Artifacts, and left an indelible psychological shadow on the Child of Destiny, Huangfu Yunteng. By resisting a top-tier faction with a weak body, your actions align with those of a villain. Villain Points +128,888!]
[The Destiny Points of the Child of Destiny, Huangfu Yunteng, have decreased. The probability of a successful kill has increased and is currently at 30%!]
Yaochi Heavenly Palace.
Mo Tianxiao and the others returned to Su Muyao's exclusive luxurious palace, holding a small celebration for today's harvest.
Zi Ling'er and Little Nannan had not yet recovered their wits, their faces full of confusion.
Didn't their master just sell out their senior brother for a Quasi-Saint Artifact? How did things suddenly develop in a direction they couldn't have predicted in the blink of an eye?
Did the Huangfu family really just let it go after losing a Quasi-Saint Artifact?
Mo Tianxiao, however, paid no attention to this matter. Instead, he was thrilled beyond words by the notification sounds in his mind.
This heist was totally worth it!
As expected of a top-tier faction, a single harvest was worth several years of his effort. The probability of successfully killing Huangfu Yunteng directly soared to 30%, surpassing Xiao Fan in one fell swoop.
Sure enough, the greater the risk, the greater the reward. That wasn't just an empty boast.
"Senior Su, my acting was pretty good, right?"
Mo Tianxiao revealed a flattering smile, his tone thick with excitement. Aside from the system rewards, he had not forgotten that Su Muyao still held four genuine Saint Artifacts and one Quasi-Saint Artifact.
In scamming the Huangfu family this time, he could be considered the greatest contributor. With so many treasures harvested, it was only fair and reasonable to give him a little something, right?
Su Muyao stared coldly at Mo Tianxiao. She gave an expressionless cold snort, her tone carrying a hint of sarcasm.
"Brat Mo, you felt pretty good cursing me out, didn't you? 'A woman's heart is the most poisonous,' 'son of a bitch'... I didn't realize you were so good at scolding people. Did you accidentally speak your true feelings?"
Mo Tianxiao stiffened. He immediately clutched his chest, looking pained as he said, "Senior Su, I was just cooperating with your act! How could I possibly curse you? My admiration for you is like a surging river, endless and continuous!"
Mo Tianxiao's heartbroken expression fell into everyone's eyes. He looked absolutely devastated and heartbroken, as if he had been stabbed in the back by the person he trusted most. It didn't look like he was acting at all.
Hearing this, Lin Wanyi, who was standing to the side, couldn't help but chuckle.
How could this kid have such a glib tongue?
Su Muyao's eyes twitched uncontrollably. She waved her hand and scolded, "Alright, alright, I never said I was going to do anything to you."
He was making her look like a great villain.
Mo Tianxiao wiped away non-existent tears from the corners of his eyes, rubbed his hands together, and chuckled, "Um, Senior Su, the Huangfu family compensated us with so many Saint Artifacts. Seeing how hard I worked, could you bestow one upon me?"
His true motives were finally revealed.
His purpose in crying so miserably was naturally to squeeze some benefits out of Su Muyao.
Although the Huangfu family's compensation was mostly due to Su Muyao's deterrence, it wouldn't have gone so smoothly without his cooperation.
Asking for one Saint Artifact wasn't too much, was it?
"You really want one?"
Su Muyao smiled gently, like a snow lotus blooming on a ten-thousand-year-old snowy mountain. In an instant, the icy aura dissipated, replaced by a spring breeze that brushed against the face, giving people infinite warmth.
"Gulp."
Mo Tianxiao swallowed hard and nodded like a chicken pecking at grain. "I want it!"
That was a genuine Saint Artifact, a weapon whose full power could only be unleashed by an expert in the Saint Realm. Who wouldn't want it?
"No."
Su Muyao's gentle smile instantly vanished, and her icy tone was filled with unquestionable resolve.
"..."
Mo Tianxiao's expression instantly froze, his face full of disbelief. She actually refused so decisively!
What a cruel heart, what a stingy person!
A full four Saint Artifacts and one Quasi-Saint Artifact, and she couldn't even bear to part with one for him?
Seeing Mo Tianxiao's deflated look, Lin Wanyi and Zi Ling'er couldn't help but cover their mouths and chuckle. Little Nannan didn't understand what was going on, but she also started giggling along.
"I say, Brat Mo, aside from that golden robe on Huangfu Yunteng and the Zi family's Quasi-Saint Artifact, you still have a Saint Artifact given to you by Yue Liuli, right?
"You're just a minor cultivator in the Profound Comprehension Realm. Having so many good things isn't enough for you? You still want what's in my hands?"
Su Muyao rolled her eyes at Mo Tianxiao, exposing all his hidden wealth.
Such a weak cultivator possessed two Quasi-Saint Artifacts and one Saint Artifact, yet he was still unsatisfied. If others found out, he would absolutely be robbed until not even his underwear was left.
Hearing Su Muyao's words, Lin Wanyi's gaze toward Mo Tianxiao became incredibly resentful.
He was clearly just a junior, yet he was even wealthier than a great cultivator in the Saint King Realm like her.
She only had one Saint Artifact and one Quasi-Saint Artifact herself!
Mo Tianxiao curled his lips and muttered softly, "Who would ever complain about having too many good things?"
He hadn't even mentioned that he had another Quasi-Saint Artifact. The one he obtained in the Void Emperor Secret Realm had yet to make an appearance.
Otherwise, if Su Muyao knew, she would probably be even less willing to give him anything.
"Brat Mo, it's not that I'm stingy. It's just that having too many of these things brings no benefits to you right now, only harm. You should understand what I mean."
Su Muyao's expression became a bit more serious.
Just a few Saint Artifacts. Although precious, to a Quasi-Emperor like her—an expert on the verge of becoming an Emperor—to be honest, they were just so-so.
The only reason she scammed the Huangfu family was to increase the foundation of the Yaochi Heavenly Palace.
Hearing Su Muyao's words, Mo Tianxiao did not continue speaking.
He naturally understood the meaning behind them.
Saint Artifacts were great, but he couldn't use them at all right now, nor could he unleash their true power. If he took them out and showed off everywhere, it would inevitably bring him endless trouble.
Right now, people in the Immortal City knew he had many treasures on him. At this time, it was only safe to stay in the Yaochi Heavenly Palace.
He would wait a while before quietly leaving.
"Right, Senior Su, what exactly did you say to Huangfu Wujiang? Seeing him like that, it looked like he was terrified."
Mo Tianxiao suddenly thought of what happened earlier. He looked up at Su Muyao and asked.
Earlier, he had seen that guy Huangfu Wujiang remain incredibly calm no matter what. Even when handing over four Saint Artifacts, his face hadn't changed in the slightest.
But right after that, he had almost fallen over in fright. Su Muyao must have revealed some shocking information.
"You really want to know?"
Su Muyao used the exact same tone as before, which instantly made Mo Tianxiao's face drop. He grumbled, "I don't want to know, alright?"
"There's no harm in telling you."
Su Muyao let out a few pleasant laughs like silver bells, then said, "Because I told him that your master is Yue Liuli. That's why he showed such a terrified expression."
"My master is that amazing?"
Mo Tianxiao's face revealed a look of pleasant surprise. Was his master's reputation really that resounding? Just a name was enough to make the ancestor of the Huangfu family panic like that?
"Hmph, of course. You know absolutely nothing about your own master."
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