Leaving Yue Liuli's residence, Mo Tianxiao returned to his own cave dwelling and began to ponder his next steps.
"Breaking through to the Soul Formation realm within two years is definitely impossible through normal cultivation alone."
Although he had some talent, he was still far from the level of a Child of Destiny. Even with ample resources and uninterrupted absorption for two full years, he might not necessarily break through to Soul Formation.
Moreover, a cultivation base forcefully piled up with resources would result in an unstable foundation, making it impossible to go far on the path of cultivation.
"Looks like I'll have to rely on my cheat."
So far, he had accumulated over three thousand Villain Points, but it was still not enough to level up the Demonic Emperor Scripture.
This Great Emperor technique was directly linked to his cultivation level. Within these two years, he had to break it through to the second layer.
Mo Tianxiao paced back and forth in his cave dwelling. "I have to use some underhanded methods. Milking the ordinary sect disciples yields too little; I really need a Child of Destiny."
He had worked hard playing the villain in the sect for a month, bullying his junior brothers and sisters, yet it wasn't as fast as the Villain Points he earned from bullying Xiao Fan for just a few minutes.
"A Child of Destiny... Master definitely has the most to offer, but someone of her existence is obviously not someone I can exploit right now. So, I can only wrong Junior Sister Wan'er."
After mulling it over, he realized he could only bully Nangong Wan.
As long as he kept it within a certain limit, there shouldn't be any major problems. At worst, his junior sister would just hate him.
In order to have the power to protect himself in the Great Emperor Secret Realm two years from now, he had no other choice.
"Junior Sister, this is all for the sake of our safety. For the next two years, I'm sorry."
Having made up his mind, Mo Tianxiao decisively walked out of his cave dwelling and began strolling around the sect. Bullying his junior sister was not something to be rushed; at the very least, he couldn't let it affect her cultivation.
For now, he would naturally start by bullying the weaker junior brothers and sisters in the sect to milk some small change.
Meanwhile.
Inside a luxurious palace, the sound of an argument echoed.
"Why didn't you let me out just now? Since we've confirmed it's him, why not make him recall his past life's memories?"
Yue Liuli leaned back in her chair and replied expressionlessly, "Do you want him to run away again? It's precisely because of your personality that he was so afraid of me. This time, I don't want it to be like that."
"Hehe, making it sound as if I am not you." Another voice rang out in Yue Liuli's mind. It was identical to her own, only the tone was different.
"He ran back then because he had the strength to escape. Now he's just a weakling. As long as we restrict his strength, he will never be able to escape the palm of our hands!"
As she spoke, a trace of scarlet flashed in Yue Liuli's eyes.
The next second, she gripped the wine gourd in her hand, took a gulp of immortal brew, and spat out, "No. This time I only want him to be willing. A forced melon is not sweet."
"Who cares if it's sweet or not, as long as it quenches your thirst? Wait until he recovers that terrifying talent from his past life, and by then, even if you want to use forceful methods, it will be useless."
"You don't need to worry about that. I will naturally let him know the goodness of his master before then."
"Forget it, I can't be bothered with you. When you realize this method is useless, remember to tag me in. I don't give a damn about whether it's sweet or not."
The voice in her mind fell silent, and Yue Liuli's gaze became somewhat complex.
In her past life, her way of pursuing love had been too radical, causing him to hide from her everywhere. She absolutely would not let the same thing happen again in this life.
Mo Tianxiao was completely unaware of everything that had transpired in the palace. All he knew was that he had to seize the time to earn Villain Points right now.
As an upstanding youth of the twenty-first century, he really wasn't suited to being a villain. The worst thing he had done in his previous life was going to get a foot massage alone without inviting his bros.
What kind of great evil could he possibly commit?
Teasing female disciples and bullying junior brothers?
"Senior Brother Mo, you're back? I heard that you and Senior Sister Nangong have already secured two spots for the Void Emperor Secret Realm two years from now. Congratulations!"
While wandering aimlessly through the sect, Mo Tianxiao unexpectedly ran into his lackey.
"Li Yu? Where did you hear this news?"
Mo Tianxiao was a bit puzzled. How could a mere Golden Core cultivator like him know about such a thing?
Hearing this, Li Yu scratched his head. "Didn't the Sect Master already have someone post a notice? For the Void Emperor Secret Realm in two years, our sect will send Senior Brother Mo and Senior Sister Nangong."
"At the same time, anyone in the entire sect below the Profound Connection Realm can compete for the third spot.
Right now, many Soul Formation realm senior brothers and sisters who were out adventuring are rushing back, preparing to fight for this third spot."
Li Yu explained.
Such matters weren't considered huge secrets in the Netherworld Demonic Sect and were generally made public and transparent.
Hearing Li Yu's words, Mo Tianxiao's expression turned a bit strange. "Li Yu, do you think those Soul Formation disciples will resent me and Junior Sister Wan'er for taking up these two spots?"
This was a Great Emperor's serendipity. What right or ability did a mere Nascent Soul junior like him have to claim it?
"Ah, Senior Brother, you don't need to think like that. Since it's the Sect Master's decision, then there's no problem. Everyone won't have any objections."
Li Yu looked relaxed. Who would dare to oppose an order personally issued by the Sect Master?
Even if they had grievances, they had to hold them in. Besides, the Netherworld Demonic Sect wasn't the kind of sect plagued by internal strife.
"So Master has this much prestige in the sect?"
Mo Tianxiao stroked his chin. If that was the case, he didn't have to worry about getting knocked out from behind by other disciples in the middle of the night. He could focus on improving his strength with peace of mind.
"Right, take my identity token and go do something for me."
Mo Tianxiao handed over his identity token as the Sect Master's direct disciple to Li Yu.
"Please speak, Senior Brother! I will brave a mountain of blades or a sea of fire without hesitation!"
Li Yu took the token with a solemn expression. He had to handle whatever his senior brother entrusted to him beautifully; this was tied to how far he could go in the future.
As the Sect Master's direct disciple, Senior Brother Mo was absolutely the future heir of the sect. As long as he clung tightly to this thick thigh, would he ever have to worry about his Great Dao being hopeless?
He might not have any other skills, but when it came to being a lackey, he had never lost to anyone.
"Cough, it's nothing major. Take my identity token, go find the sect disciples one by one, and make them pay protection fees. One spirit stone per person will do."
Mo Tianxiao had thought of a method. A villain didn't always have to do things personally; sending a lackey worked just the same.
Collecting a small protection fee should count as villainous behavior, and as long as he kept it within a reasonable range, it wouldn't draw too much hatred.
"Ah?"
Li Yu was a bit dumbfounded hearing this. Was collecting protection fees even reasonable?
Did Senior Brother look like someone lacking money? And only collecting one spirit stone? He was surprisingly nice.
"What do you mean 'ah'? Hurry up and go. Remember, only collect from disciples below the Soul Formation realm."
Mo Tianxiao kicked Li Yu, who quickly nodded and ran off to collect the protection fees.
As for this matter, he would first see how effective it was and whether he could milk some points from the system.
As for why he was only collecting protection fees from disciples below the Soul Formation realm, it was simple. He was afraid they would come knocking on his door for revenge. A lowly Nascent Soul like him wouldn't dare clash head-on with a Soul Formation expert.
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?”
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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."
e, Immortal Body, Transmigration, System, Progression Fantasy, Academy Setting, Third-Person Perspective. Alternate Title: Transmigrating into a High Martial World and Reading Live Comments. Bad news: I transmigrated. This is a terrifying high-martial world, and my original, pathetically weak body fell into a coma and never woke up. Good news: I got a Popularity Points system upon arrival. I can see live comments and even create an unkillable alternate identity. Starting out, the alternate identity has all stats at 1. The system tells me that to grow stronger, I must participate in the plot, gain popularity points to allocate stats and grow stronger, and ultimately awaken my original body. And so, carrying my original body on my back, I officially entered Huaqing Academy, where the story's protagonist resides. From that moment on, Chen Guan kicked the original plot to pieces. Live Comments: [Doesn't anyone find this mysterious coffin guy creepy? He can summon indescribable grey misty hands.] [Is this guy a hero or a villain? What kind of onion became a spirit?] [By the way, does anyone know who's in the coffin? Shouldn't the debt for saving his life be repaid by now?] [According to unofficial histories, the person in the coffin was Chen Guan's first love. Their love was once passionate and earth-shattering, but they were separated by life and death due to worldly circumstances. What a star-crossed pair.] ... Years later, the world knew of a demon god born from a coffin, shrouded in grey mist, impossible to gaze upon directly. His foremost divine emissary often wielded a scythe, reaping lives like the god of death. As war approached, facing former friends and a boundless sea of enemies, Chen Guan merely raised his scythe. "Would you like to dance as well?"
