Looking at Mo Tianxiao's panicked expression, Huang Miaoyin was extremely satisfied. Although she was a bit exhausted, she had finally completed it.
"I wonder what kind of expression she will show when she sees this mark. I'm really looking forward to it."
Huang Miaoyin's tone carried a hint of smugness. "I won this time."
"Senior, what is this thing?"
Mo Tianxiao's face was full of confusion, mingled with a bit of innocence and anger.
Did this senior vent her hatred for his master on him? This was simply lacking martial virtues!
How could she just leave a mark on someone else's body so casually!?
If anyone was going to leave a mark, it should be him leaving one on someone else!
Huang Miaoyin gazed at him. Her phantom gradually dissolved into starlight, leaving only her voice echoing in the air, "Hurry up and become stronger. Don't die again..."
Crack!
The Nine Heavens Divine Phoenix stone statue completely shattered and exploded, sending stone fragments flying in all directions and scattering all over the ground.
Mo Tianxiao stood frozen in place, his mind a bit dazed.
"What the hell is going on."
Leaving without finishing her words, acting like a riddler.
Huang Miaoyin's various actions added countless mysteries to his heart, mixing together and making his mind somewhat chaotic.
However, he was more or less certain of one thing: the identity of this body's original owner was perhaps far more extraordinary than he had imagined.
"Creak!"
The grand doors of the Heavenly Demon Phoenix Ancestral Land were pushed open. Huang Xiaoyao's figure rushed in, her pale little face full of anxiety. "Brother Tianxiao!"
Behind Huang Xiaoyao, Feng Chenfeng also followed in.
Seeing that Mo Tianxiao was safe and sound, he breathed a sigh of relief. It was good that he was fine; otherwise, it would be hard to explain to Fellow Daoist Yue.
"Brother Tianxiao! Are you alright!"
Huang Xiaoyao rushed in front of Mo Tianxiao, looking his body up and down. She only sighed in relief when she found no injuries.
"Huh, what is this?"
Seeing the bright red feather mark on Mo Tianxiao's chest, Huang Xiaoyao subconsciously reached out to touch it, but Mo Tianxiao firmly grabbed her wandering little hand.
"I'm fine. Let's go outside first."
Mo Tianxiao smiled and shook his head, pulling Huang Xiaoyao's hand as they walked out.
As for the various doubts regarding the original owner, he couldn't be bothered to think about them.
If he really had to analyze it, he was merely an otherworldly demon who had possessed someone else's body.
Although this guy shared the same first and last name as him, the other party's past life affairs shouldn't have much to do with him... right?
Feng Chenfeng didn't ask much, but he cast a surprised glance at the shattered Nine Heavens Divine Phoenix statue, his expression looking a bit strange.
Could the ancestor have... possessed little friend Mo?
For a moment, the way Feng Chenfeng looked at Mo Tianxiao became a bit peculiar.
"Senior Feng, stop guessing. I am still me."
Helplessly glancing at Feng Chenfeng's expression, he guessed what the other party was thinking.
After all, the other party's gaze was exactly the same as the one Yue Liuli had when she first saw him after he transmigrated to this world, thinking he had been possessed.
"Hahaha, little friend Mo is joking."
Having his thoughts seen through, Feng Chenfeng replied without changing his expression.
Huang Xiaoyao, on the other hand, curiously observed the two, not understanding what they were talking about.
"By the way, Senior, how long has it been since Xiaoyao and I entered the Heavenly Demon Phoenix Ancestral Land?"
"About four years."
"Four years? That's not too bad."
Hearing that only four years had passed, Mo Tianxiao breathed a sigh of relief. It was within his acceptable range.
"Is my friend doing well?"
"As per little friend Mo's request, she has stayed in the demon race territory and hasn't gone out."
Feng Chenfeng looked at Mo Tianxiao, hesitated for a moment, and still said, "Little friend Mo, your friend's cultivation methods are somewhat peculiar. If I'm not mistaken, they should be the techniques of the Blood God Palace."
"Hmm, thank you for letting me know, Senior. I'll talk to her about this later."
Mo Tianxiao's expression was very calm, as he had known Yun Sangyi's identity for a long time.
He just didn't expect that she was so incompetent as an assassin. It had only been four years, and she had already been seen through by others. Bad review.
Returning to the branches of the Heaven-Reaching Divine Tree, many demons gathered to welcome the rebirth of an auspicious beast bloodline within the demon race.
"Is that Princess Xiaoyao??"
"What a huge change! Is this the Nine Heavens Divine Phoenix bloodline of the Heavenly Demon Phoenix clan?"
"Hey, hey, hey, haven't you noticed Princess Xiaoyao's cultivation? It's actually the Dharma Aspect Realm! Even eating ten-thousand-year heavenly treasures like regular meals wouldn't be this exaggerated!"
Demons of various races, whether from the younger generation, the older generation, or even the Saint Realm elders of the various clans, all felt shocked.
This was the auspicious beast of the entire demon race; as expected, she was truly extraordinary.
"Hehehe, a ten-tenths pure bloodline. Xiaoyao is indeed much more impressive than you, her older brother."
Old Turtle looked at Huang Xiaoyao with eyes full of kindness; conversely, when he looked at Feng Jiu beside him, there was a hint of mockery.
Feng Jiu remained expressionless, his tone calm. "Senior Turtle, Xiaoyao is indeed stronger than me, but the fact that she is still my little sister will not change."
"Is that so? I'm afraid Xiaoyao has long forgotten about you, her blood brother. Now she only has her romantic brother in her heart."
Old Turtle's ruthless mockery made Feng Jiu's face darken. He looked at Mo Tianxiao, who was being pulled by Huang Xiaoyao, with an extremely displeased gaze.
"Xiaoyao, is your hair going to stay like this from now on?"
Mo Tianxiao looked at the popular Huang Xiaoyao and then glanced at her conspicuous head of hair. Although it looked quite nice, he still felt it was a bit weird.
"Oh, this? I can control it."
Huang Xiaoyao withdrew her spiritual energy, and her crimson hair immediately turned back to its original black. Although it lacked a bit of stunning beauty, it gained a sense of familiarity.
Uh...
So it could be controlled.
"Congratulations, Xiaoyao. And Fellow Daoist Mo, you've finally come out."
Yun Sangyi's figure stepped forward. First, she congratulated Xiaoyao, and then she looked at Mo Tianxiao with a somewhat resentful gaze. That look was exactly like a little widow who had been grieving for years, giving Mo Tianxiao goosebumps all over his body.
"There was a little accident. I didn't expect Lady Yun to still be waiting for me in the demon race territory. I am truly so touched."
"......"
Yun Sangyi's cheek twitched slightly. She really wanted to go up and slap Mo Tianxiao across the face. Did he really not know why she was still here?
If she wanted to leave, could she even get away?
"Hehe, then Fellow Daoist Mo must properly compensate me."
Yun Sangyi said with a fake smile.
Right now, she only wanted to stay far away from this dangerous guy. As for the mission, she no longer held any hope, nor did she dare to.
Setting aside whether she could even kill him, even if she did, a mere fifty million wouldn't be enough to buy coffins for her Yun family.
The Demon Sect might not be able to find the Blood God Palace, but finding her Yun family would be a piece of cake.
You get what you pay for; she could still clearly distinguish the severity of the situation.
"Don't worry, I've already figured out how to compensate Lady Yun."
While the two were conversing, Feng Chenfeng had already announced to all the demonic beasts living on the Heaven-Reaching Divine Tree that the reason Huang Xiaoyao could successfully awaken her bloodline was all thanks to Mo Tianxiao's help.
"From today onwards! Little friend Mo shall forever be an esteemed guest of our demon race!
At the same time, he will also become Xiaoyao's husband, my son-in-law!"
"!!!"
Feng Chenfeng pulling this stunt directly left Mo Tianxiao dumbfounded.
My demon race patriarch father-in-law, you can't play like this!
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e vast world of cultivation, where he becomes the master of the Heavenly Ruins Sacred Hall, a dying old man with barely a tenth of his former cultivation remaining. He is immediately confronted with a deadly crisis: his subordinates have rebelled, and his protectors are forcing him to abdicate. At the critical moment, the system descends from the heavens: [Ding! The host has been detected facing a life-or-death crisis. The system is now officially activated!] [As a gift, you have received the Supreme Beginner’s Pack and awakened the ultimate cheat: ten thousand years of pure cultivation essence every second!] Yin Tianjue: “Wait… ten thousand years of cultivation every second? That’s six hundred thousand years a minute, and in one day… I can’t even calculate it. Either way, I’m already invincible!” You’re a peerless prodigy rarely seen in ten thousand years? Sorry, I gain ten thousand years of cultivation every second. You’re an undying ancestor who has guarded a sacred land for countless ages? Sorry, I gain ten thousand years of cultivation every second. You’re the strongest chosen one, blessed with heaven-defying destiny? Sorry, I gain ten thousand years of cultivation every second. From this day forth, I have only one thing to say: “I gain ten thousand years of cultivation every second. Now, how exactly are you supposed to deal with that?”
s the Eldest Princess, renowned for her cold and aloof detachment, became the most docile of lambs, obeying his every command without question. But when the final move was played on the chessboard, as Gu Chenghan seized everything and ascended on the verge of apotheosis, that very Princess suddenly embraced him from behind, her tone carrying a dependence never heard before: "Wait... you haven't yet... commanded me to love you forever." Gu Chenghan froze abruptly. She... hadn't been hypnotized?! ... [The Eldest Princess's Diary] [When my soul was extracted, becoming the sole spectator outside my own shell] [At first, there was overwhelming fury, until I saw] [How he used my sword to effortlessly shatter my inescapable doom] [How he wielded my authority to eradicate fatal conspiracies I had never even detected] [Like a deity, he rescued me from the deep mire I was trapped in] [If not for those annoying vixens, he and I would be a match made in heaven] [I think I am ill, gravely ill] [My deity should belong to me alone] ... "Hypnosis? Oh, it succeeded, my dear Master." "Only this time, it's my turn to hypnotize you."
uld barely embark on the path to immortality. Just as he was on the verge of death, his golden finger awakened. No matter whether it was poison, drained blood and vital energy, diminished lifespan, or any other physical debuff caused by paying a price—once midnight passed, everything would be refreshed. From then on, whenever someone asked what kind of person Chu Ran was, the answer was simple: Forbidden arts that other cultivators dared not learn? Chu Ran would learn them. Prices that even demonic cultivators dared not pay? Chu Ran would pay them. Lifespan that even righteous cultivators dared not burn? Chu Ran would burn it. All the blood essence in his body? Take it. Want both his hands and feet? He would cut them off and send them to you. You say he’s finished? He wasn’t built to sit idle. You think he’s gone mad? No—he was simply waiting for midnight. From that day onward, Chu Ran would respect neither Heaven nor Earth, bow to neither gods nor ghosts. He had only one wish: For midnight to arrive a little sooner.
