How did I end up fleecing the elders? And isn't this way too much?
I guess it's because the elders' strength and status far exceed those of the disciples, which resulted in so many Villain Points.
Mo Tianxiao quickly smiled and thanked the many elders, "On behalf of my junior brothers and sisters, I thank you all, elders!"
"Alright, since the cause has been figured out, it's time to talk about serious business. Three days from now, you three will represent the disciples of the Netherworld Demon Sect and head to the Chaotic Star Sea to enter the Void Emperor's Secret Realm. The First Elder will lead the team."
"Take these three days to prepare well, especially Xiao Mozi and Gu Bufan. You two must do your best to secure the Void Emperor's inheritance for Wan'er."
Seeing Yue Liuli speak, Mo Tianxiao put away his playful smile and, along with Gu Bufan beside him, quickly responded:
"Understood!"
"Bufan, your cultivation is the highest. Remember to protect your senior brother and sister well in the secret realm. They are the future of the sect, and no mishaps can happen to them."
The First Elder also spoke up to instruct Gu Bufan.
Gu Bufan stood tall and said without a change in expression, "Rest assured, Master. With me here, no one can hurt Senior Brother and Senior Sister!"
Beside him, Mo Tianxiao looked at this imposing fellow who exuded an aura of righteousness, deep in thought.
So he is the First Elder's disciple. No wonder he is already a peak Soul Formation Realm cultivator at such a young age. Just by his appearance, one could tell he was a reliable person.
If he himself wasn't the Sect Master's personal disciple, perhaps the title of the sect's Chief Disciple would belong to this guy.
Sweeping his Eye of Appraisal over Gu Bufan, a row of information was displayed.
Name: Gu Bufan
Cultivation: Peak Soul Formation Realm
Destiny Level: Red (Favored Son of Heaven)
Profile: A youth saved by the First Elder of the Netherworld Demon Sect three hundred years ago and taken in as his personal disciple. The First Elder hopes he will become a pillar of the Netherworld Demon Sect in the future. In reality, he is a mole planted in the Demon Sect by the Supreme Dao Sect.
Looking at Gu Bufan's information, Mo Tianxiao slowly nodded. To think it was a red destiny level, and a Favored Son of Heaven at that. If he didn't die prematurely, he would definitely become a Saint Realm mighty figure in the future.
Wait a minute!
Mo Tianxiao's eyes accidentally glanced at the profile section below, and his cheek immediately twitched. This guy who looked full of righteousness was actually an undercover agent sent by the Supreme Dao Sect??
And he had been undercover for a whole three hundred freaking years?
Hiss...!
Mo Tianxiao curiously sized up Gu Bufan, stroking his chin and slowly shaking his head.
He knew this guy, with his aura of righteous integrity, seemed out of place in this Demon Sect. It turned out he wasn't a local at all!
After so many years, this guy had probably long solidified his persona in the Demon Sect. If he exposed him now, probably no one would believe him.
He couldn't produce any evidence either.
It's just that... entering the Void Emperor's Secret Realm with this guy, would he really not get stabbed in the back?
As Mo Tianxiao frowned in thought, Nangong Wan beside him reached out her small hand, tugged at his sleeve, and whispered, "Senior Brother?"
"Hmm? What's wrong?"
Mo Tianxiao snapped back to reality and looked at Nangong Wan.
"Master and the others have already left," Nangong Wan reminded him.
Hearing this, Mo Tianxiao finally realized that his Master and the elders had already left.
Gu Bufan smiled and cupped his hands toward Mo Tianxiao and Nangong Wan, saying, "Rest assured, Senior Brother and Senior Sister. After entering the secret realm, I will protect you both without leaving your side for even a single step, ensuring that you won't encounter any accidents in the secret realm!"
"Haha, thanks for the hard work, Bufan," Mo Tianxiao responded awkwardly.
In his heart, however, he was complaining, "It might be safer if you didn't follow us."
"Then I will take my leave, Senior Brother and Senior Sister. See you in three days."
With that said, Gu Bufan departed.
After Gu Bufan left, Mo Tianxiao secretly marveled. This guy's acting skills were pretty good. If it weren't for the Eye of Appraisal, it would be absolutely impossible to discover that this kid was a traitor.
He wondered if the other party had developed even a tiny bit of affection for this place after staying in the Netherworld Demon Sect for three hundred years.
However, no matter what, he had to keep his guard up against this kid.
"Junior Sister, let's go back too."
Mo Tianxiao planned to slightly improve his strength during these three days.
"Okay."
Nangong Wan hummed in agreement, stepping forward to naturally lean shoulder-to-shoulder with her senior brother, standing very close.
"Wan'er, you've already broken through to the Soul Formation Realm, right?"
On their way back, Mo Tianxiao asked about Nangong Wan's cultivation.
The cultivation speed of a Child of Destiny was on a completely different level from ordinary geniuses. If he remembered correctly, his junior sister's cultivation increased by almost one major realm a year.
The speed was ridiculously fast.
"Yes, I am already at the third level of the Soul Formation Realm now. Don't worry, Senior Brother, I will protect you too!"
Nangong Wan responded with a straight face. After two years of spending time together, she thoroughly understood her senior brother's personality. Although he would sometimes do some inexplicable things, he was definitely a very good person.
"The third level of the Soul Formation Realm? That fast?"
Mo Tianxiao was somewhat shocked. Going from the Golden Core Realm to the Soul Formation Realm in two years, was that supposed to be reasonable?
Is the gap between a genius and another genius really that hard to cross?
During these two years, he hadn't focused too much on cultivation, which caused his cultivation to remain stuck at the third level of the Nascent Soul Realm.
Of course, even if he had cultivated desperately during these two years, he figured he would at most reach the fourth level of the Nascent Soul Realm.
After all, the gap between a genius like him and a genius like Nangong Wan was still too vast.
"It's alright. It's all because of my Immortal Bone. Otherwise, I wouldn't have broken through to the Soul Formation Realm so quickly."
Nangong Wan thought little of it, attributing all the credit to the Immortal Bone.
She did not lack cultivation resources, and she would not encounter any bottlenecks before the Great Emperor Realm. Her body's absorption wouldn't reach saturation either. She could continuously absorb all kinds of heavenly treasures to break through her cultivation, let alone face the issue of an unstable foundation.
If she hadn't frequently taken time out to give her senior brother massages, perhaps her cultivation would be even higher.
"Now you know the importance of the Immortal Bone, right? In this Void Emperor's Secret Realm, your senior brother will figure out a way to help you obtain the Void Emperor's inheritance. The inheritance of a Great Emperor will definitely bring you a massive improvement."
Mo Tianxiao had already decided that on this trip to the secret realm, no matter what, he had to make his junior sister even more overpowered. The stronger his junior sister became, the easier his future days would be.
"Senior Brother, I will work hard too!"
Nangong Wan clenched her small pink fists, her eyes resolute. Even though her senior brother was only at the Nascent Soul Realm, he was still thinking of her. She could not let her senior brother down!
"Alright, you go back first and prepare well." Mo Tianxiao rubbed Nangong Wan's head.
"Okay." Nangong Wan nodded, then turned and left.
After Nangong Wan left, Mo Tianxiao quickly returned to his own cave dwelling and sat cross-legged within a Spirit Gathering Array.
This was a high-tier Spirit Gathering Array that the original owner of his body used for cultivation, though he hadn't used it since he transmigrated.
After sitting properly, Mo Tianxiao opened his status panel.
Name: Mo Tianxiao
Cultivation: Third Level of the Nascent Soul Realm
Destiny Level: Black
Cultivation Technique: Demon Emperor Sutra (First Level) +
Weapons: Nine Tribulations Holy Sword (Sealed State), Human Emperor Banner (Incomplete)
Villain Points: 102648
Destiny Points: 0
A full one hundred thousand Villain Points. This was the result of two years of effort. It was all thanks to the support of the sect's disciples and his junior sister, otherwise, he wouldn't have been able to save up this much.
A plus sign had finally appeared behind the Demon Emperor Sutra.
"Let me see just how big of a surprise a Great Emperor's cultivation technique can bring me..."
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.”
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."
u Chenyuan transmigrated into a female-oriented novel about a real and fake heiress, becoming the CEO elder brother of both. Unfortunately, the entire Lu family—including himself, the CEO—were mere cannon fodder in the story. Determined to save himself, Lu Chenyuan took action. The spoiled, attention-seeking fake heiress? Thrown into the harsh realities of the working class to learn humility. The love-struck real heiress? Pushed toward academic excellence, so lofty goals would blind her to trivial romances. As for the betrayed, vengeful arranged marriage wife… the plot hadn’t even begun yet. There was still time—if he couldn’t handle her, he could at least avoid her. "CEO Lu, are you avoiding me?" Mo Qingli fixed her gaze on Lu Chenyuan. For the first time, the shrewd and calculating Lu Chenyuan felt a flicker of unease.
ing gift was a patch of barren land, and disciples were all picked up along the way. He spent fifty years diligently building three "ramshackle little sects," thinking he could finally live a carefree life relying on his disciples. But right at the fifty-year mark, he was suddenly swept away by a spatial rift and exiled to the Chaos Desolation, the Disorderly Ruins. There was no spiritual energy there, only slaughter. Relying on the cultivation feedback from his disciples, Gu Changyuan hacked his way through a sea of blood for eleven hundred years. When the system finally fished him back out, he discovered the ramshackle little sects he'd built back then had developed a rather... unusual style. Hold on... I vanished for a thousand years, so how did my ramshackle little sects become holy lands?!
