Half an hour later, Mo Tianxiao slapped the outer wall of the alchemy furnace with one hand. A massive surge of spiritual power blasted into the furnace with a "boom," starting a roaring fire to condense the essence.
Before long, the furnace lid flew off. A large cluster of pure spiritual liquid, mixed with several types of heavenly materials and earthly treasures, floated out. The golden liquid exuded a rich pill fragrance.
The surrounding demonic beasts stared at this scene curiously, not even blinking an eye.
As Mo Tianxiao's hands constantly changed hand seals, the golden spiritual liquid cluster began to divide into over a hundred equally sized portions. Under his special technique, utilizing the residual heat radiating from the furnace, they began to condense into golden pills adorned with pill veins.
"A total of one hundred and fifty-seven pills. Brother Niu Dajiao, these are yours. Keep them safe."
The over a hundred suspended little pills floated over to Niu Dajiao. Just by smelling the pill fragrance in front of him, he could feel the flow of spiritual energy within him speeding up.
"This many? Brother Mo, where is your compensation?"
Niu Dajiao was somewhat surprised. To think that those heavenly materials and earthly treasures, which were already useless to him, could actually be refined into this many pills. He had hit the jackpot.
He even felt that a one-tenth compensation was too little and that he should give more.
Mo Tianxiao waved his hand, a hint of exhaustion flashing in his eyes. "Rest assured, I have already taken my compensation. All these pills are yours."
"Brother Mo, isn't the compensation a bit too little? I feel like you are taking a loss. Why don't you take another ten percent?"
Catching Mo Tianxiao's slightly exhausted expression, Niu Dajiao prepared to share some of the pills in his hand with Mo Tianxiao. He could tell that alchemy was no easy task, requiring nearly one hundred percent concentration throughout the entire process.
The other party still had to refine pills for so many of his demon race compatriots. A mere one-tenth compensation was indeed too little.
"No need! Brother Niu Dajiao, what kind of person do you take me for? I said one-tenth, so it is one-tenth. Not a bit more!"
"A man must keep his word."
Mo Tianxiao's resolute expression left Niu Dajiao slightly stunned, and the surrounding demonic beasts were visibly moved.
"As expected of the man Princess Huang Xiaoyao likes, such spirit!"
"Brother Mo! As our little son-in-law, I acknowledge you!"
"I heard from the elders that asking a formidable human alchemist to refine pills requires a very steep price, sometimes even higher than the value of the refined pills themselves. To think our little son-in-law only charges us a one-tenth fee. He really... I totally accept this son-in-law!"
[Deceiving the naive Niu Dajiao under the guise of an upright gentleman, plundering a massive amount of heavenly materials and earthly treasures. Conforms to villainous behavior. Villain Points +1002!]
[Establishing a good image, gaining further trust from the demon race, and laying a solid foundation for subduing them. Conforms to villainous behavior. Villain Points +1315!]
"Let's continue, next one step up. I'll try to finish refining for all of you as soon as possible."
Seeing that he had achieved his desired effect, Mo Tianxiao's face lit up with joy, and he immediately called for the next person to step up.
He took the other party's spatial ring and extracted one-tenth of the heavenly materials and earthly treasures inside to use for alchemy. As for the remaining nine-tenths, that was his deserved personal compensation.
After all, he had said long ago that he would only take one-tenth to help them refine pills.
However, it seemed Niu Dajiao and these demons had completely misunderstood.
Regarding this, Mo Tianxiao didn't bother to explain. Both sides were happy, so what was there to explain?
"Brother Tianxiao! I want some too! Help me refine a few pills as well!"
After Huang Xiaoyao convinced her father and heard that Mo Tianxiao was refining pills for the demon race, she immediately ran to her own medicinal garden, gathered a huge pile of heavenly materials and earthly treasures, and brought them over.
Mo Tianxiao glanced over and saw that there was even a ten-thousand-year-old heavenly treasure. The corner of his eye twitched instantly. "Ahem, Huang Xiaoyao, let me finish refining theirs first, and I'll help you refine yours last."
"Oh, alright."
Huang Xiaoyao pouted, walked to the side to wait obediently, and looked curiously at the alchemy process.
She hadn't expected Brother Tianxiao to actually know alchemy. So amazing.
Time passed bit by bit.
The demons living on the Heaven-Reaching Divine Tree were all races with powerful bloodlines, so their numbers weren't exaggerated. Combined with the fact that Mo Tianxiao was only at the level of a high-tier alchemist, the vast majority of those seeking him for alchemy were entities below the Dharma Idol Realm.
Of course, even so, there were still nearly a thousand demonic beasts. Some directly told their elders about this matter and brought a lot of heavenly materials and earthly treasures to find him.
After all, if they couldn't consume them all, they could save them. Pills refined from heavenly materials and earthly treasures of the same grade had better effects than directly refining the treasures themselves, so they naturally wanted to stockpile a bit more.
Over the course of two consecutive months, he finally satisfied the needs of all the demonic beasts. Some guys weren't satisfied with just one refinement; after personally experiencing the effects of the pills, they came back for a second round.
"Finally done."
Mo Tianxiao stretched his back and plopped down on the ground, his voice dripping with heavy exhaustion.
His body was fine; it was primarily mental fatigue.
Fortunately, his efforts over these past two months hadn't been in vain. Although frequently repeating this bug exploit later on caused the system's rewarded Villain Points to gradually decrease, he still made a massive fortune.
Huang Xiaoyao mumbled as she stepped forward and came behind Mo Tianxiao. Her little face showed some heartache as she reached out her fair little hands to hold his head, gently massaging his temples.
"Honestly, why does Brother Tianxiao push himself so hard? You don't even know how to take a break."
Mo Tianxiao slightly closed his eyes, enjoying the soft touch of her little hands, and his expression relaxed.
"Wasn't I just thinking about finishing early so I could refine for you, Huang Xiaoyao?"
So Brother Tianxiao was doing all this for me?
Hearing Mo Tianxiao's words, Huang Xiaoyao couldn't help but feel a bit elated. Her little face flushed red, and she said in a sweet, soft voice, "Then wait until Brother Tianxiao is well-rested before helping me refine."
"Mhm."
Mo Tianxiao gave a response, and his consciousness sank into his mind as his character panel appeared before his eyes.
[Name: Mo Tianxiao
Cultivation: Void Refinement Peak
Luck Level: Black
Cultivation Method: Devil Emperor Sutra (Level 4+)
Artifacts: Nine Tribulations Holy Sword (Sealed State), Human Emperor Banner (Incomplete)
Sub-professions: High-tier Alchemist (+), High-tier Talisman Master (+), High-tier Array Master (+), Mid-tier Blacksmith (+)
Secret Arts: Immortal Dao Secret Art - Empty-Handed Thief, Immortal Dao Secret Art - Yin-Yang Reversal
Spells & Divine Abilities: Great Annihilation Fist (True Grade), Eight Desolates Swimming Dragon Step (True Grade)
Villain Points: 1,601,252
Luck Value: 8,300]
His Villain Points hit a new historical high, filling his heart with a sense of accomplishment. Coming to the demon race was definitely the right choice.
As expected, naive folks were the easiest to trick. Even after being scammed, they would happily help the scammer count the money.
For a moment, Mo Tianxiao's conscience twinged slightly. His behavior was simply inhuman. Fortunately, the moment he remembered he was a disciple of the Demonic Sect, he instantly felt relieved.
Enjoying Huang Xiaoyao's gentle massage, Mo Tianxiao's thoughts gradually calmed. For some reason, he thought of Nangong Wan's little hands. It had been a long time since he enjoyed his junior sister's massage, and he actually missed it quite a bit.
Bah!
To actually think of his junior sister while receiving a massage from Huang Xiaoyao, he was simply too much of a scumbag!
Thinking this, Mo Tianxiao gradually entered a state of meditation. The spiritual energy within his body circulated slowly, beginning to eliminate the mental fatigue accumulated over the past two months.
For some reason, he couldn't shake the feeling that he had forgotten something, something quite important. What exactly was it again?
"..." Yun Sangyi.
Cheng's father told him he was getting remarried—to a wealthy woman. Cao Cheng realized his time had finally come: he was about to become a second-generation rich kid. Sure, it might be a watered-down version, but hey, at least he'd have status now, right? The wealthy woman also had four daughters!! Which meant, starting today, Cao Cheng gained four stunning older sisters?? But that wasn't even the whole story... "My name is Cao Cheng—'Cheng' as in 'honest, smooth-talking gentleman'!"
ive and Ruthless] Before his transmigration, Ye Xuan was playing a game called "Severing Emotions to Attain the Dao." The game's core wasn't about leveling up by fighting monsters, but about conquering various "bad women" with wicked personalities and cold, fickle natures. There was only one method to conquer them: stay unwaveringly by their side, then die at a critical moment, driving them to madness after losing the protagonist. The higher their level of regret, the higher the player's score. To dominate the server, Ye Xuan conquered all the bad women. In the early stages, he showered them with boundless tenderness, only to choose to sacrifice himself for them later, making them weep bitterly and drown in regret. Among them were: Xia Lengyue, the unfaithful immortal wife who chased after powerful men and discarded her husband like trash. Ye Qingcheng, the Demonic Venerable of the Joyous Union Sect, who appeared pure and innocent but was, in reality, promiscuous. Wu Lingxiao, the Empress of the Great Xia Dynasty, who lusted after men and loved maintaining a harem. Bai Qiangu of the Endless Demonic Sect: a bloodthirsty mass murderer. However, when the protagonist transmigrated into the game world, he made a horrifying discovery. Eight hundred years had already passed. The bad women he had conquered had now each become deities and revered ancestors. Faced with the endless stream of toxic women coming for him, Ye Xuan could only rely on his god-tier acting skills to carve a path of survival through this world of treacherous women.
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."
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.”
