After finishing his lecture for the alchemists of the Alchemy Hall, Mo Tianxiao took his leave.
"Elder Nan, you must find more time to explain things to these guys. I feel that even an old man like me has gained a lot from listening to your lectures."
Yao Zhi looked at Mo Tianxiao with a face full of admiration, feeling very pleased.
Mo Tianxiao smiled and nodded. "Naturally. I am also a part of the Haoran Righteous Qi Sect, so this is what I ought to do."
"Hahahaha, good, very good! If our Haoran Righteous Qi Sect had a few more talents like Elder Nan, perhaps in the next Battle for the Righteous Leader, our sect could suppress the Supreme Dao Sect."
Yao Zhi stroked his beard and laughed heartily.
Mo Tianxiao raised an eyebrow slightly. "The Battle for the Righteous Leader? What is that?"
Yao Zhi smiled and explained, "Elder Nan was not in the Middle Earth Divine Continent before, so naturally, you wouldn't know. The Middle Earth Divine Continent is known as the region with the highest concentration of righteous cultivators. Every two hundred years, a competition for the Righteous Leader is held."
"In this grand event, several powerful sects and factions across the entire Middle Earth Divine Continent participate. In the name of the righteous path, sects are ranked to expand their reputations and attract more cultivating talents."
"At the same time, this event also serves to showcase the strength of our righteous cultivators, acting as a deterrent to any scoundrels who might want to cause trouble in our Middle Earth Divine Continent."
"The Supreme Dao Sect has suppressed our Haoran Righteous Qi Sect for several consecutive editions to claim the position of the leader. Think back to the past, our Haoran Righteous Qi Sect also won the leader position for several consecutive editions.
"But later on, for some unknown reason, the level and aptitude of the Supreme Dao Sect's disciples suddenly became much higher than before. After the Supreme Dao Sect beat our Haoran Righteous Qi Sect once, their reputation skyrocketed, and countless geniuses flooded into their ranks.
"As a result, our Haoran Righteous Qi Sect suffered a gap in talent, and the disparity in strength between us and the Supreme Dao Sect gradually widened.
"However, in this upcoming Battle for the Righteous Leader, our Haoran Righteous Qi Sect has both you, Elder Nan, and Elder Zhou. We should have a better chance of winning, and perhaps we can even reclaim the position of the Righteous Leader."
A look of anticipation appeared on Yao Zhi's face.
Mo Tianxiao looked at Zhou Muxi, who was standing beside Yao Zhi with a constant smile, and said with a chuckle, "Elder Yao must be joking. I believe that Elder Zhou, as a Saint Realm expert, can help the Haoran Righteous Qi Sect, but as a mere Primordial Spirit Realm cultivator, I probably won't be of much use."
What Battle for the Righteous Leader? Were they really going to have him, a demonic cultivator, participate?
Yao Zhi replied, "The Battle for the Righteous Leader is not just a competition of combat power. It covers various aspects such as alchemy, artifact forging, formations, talismans, and so on. These are all competition categories."
"Elder Nan, there is no need to belittle yourself. With your skills, securing a victory for the Haoran Righteous Qi Sect will be a piece of cake."
Zhou Muxi spoke up, her tone laced with admiration, "With Sister Nan's strength as a top-tier alchemist, at least in the alchemy competition category, I believe the top-tier alchemists of the Supreme Dao Sect cannot compare to you."
"How long is it until the next Battle for the Righteous Leader?"
Mo Tianxiao didn't refute this time. If the Haoran Righteous Qi Sect really wanted him, a demonic cultivator, to participate in the Battle for the Righteous Leader, it wasn't completely out of the question. He could just treat it as an opportunity to broaden his horizons.
Moreover, it would be the perfect chance to see exactly what kind of strength these self-proclaimed righteous cultivators possessed.
Yao Zhi stroked his beard. "It has been one hundred and seventy years since the last Righteous Leader competition. The next one will be held in thirty years at the Supreme Dao Sect."
"Thirty years left, huh."
Mo Tianxiao murmured softly, "That's quite soon."
After chatting with the two Saint Realm big shots for a while, Mo Tianxiao returned to his residence. Huang Xiaoyao was not in the room; she had probably gone shopping with Yun Sangyi.
The two of them were living quite leisurely now.
As for Ao Dalong (Ao Big Dragon), he probably wouldn't return easily until he had gotten his hands on every dragon-related item in the entire Great Zhou Dynasty.
"Alchemy!"
Putting aside all other thoughts, Mo Tianxiao activated his crazy alchemy mode.
Although the Haoran Righteous Qi Sect only gave him a thirty percent commission, he was the one who truly decided how much his commission would be. Even as a top-tier alchemist, wouldn't it be perfectly normal to ruin a few cauldrons of pills due to physical and mental exhaustion from prolonged alchemy?
Through Mo Tianxiao's vigorous acting and the image he had previously established, he managed to secretly increase his overt thirty percent commission to sixty percent.
This was just about the limit. Any more, and the anomaly would be noticed.
Since the commission he received consisted almost entirely of pills, Mo Tianxiao had no choice but to take these perfect-quality pills and sell them at high prices to the disciples of the Haoran Righteous Qi Sect.
With this back-and-forth, he made a fortune, and his villain points skyrocketed.
He lived a very comfortable life.
Until...
"Elder Nan! Young Master Zhou from the royal family of the Great Zhou Dynasty requests an audience!"
A disciple of the Haoran Righteous Qi Sect hurried over to inform Mo Tianxiao, a hint of anxiety on his face.
Mo Tianxiao, who was in the middle of refining pills, looked astonished. "Young Master Zhou? Who?"
"From the royal family of the Great Zhou Dynasty, the youngest son of the Great Zhou Emperor, Zhou Wu."
The Haoran Righteous Qi Sect disciple explained, "He heard of Elder Nan's reputation and specifically wants to come and make your acquaintance. Elder, will you..."
"Let's go take a look."
Mo Tianxiao was somewhat curious. Why would someone from the Great Zhou royal family want to meet a mere Primordial Spirit Realm cultivator like him? Was it because he was a top-tier alchemist?
Impossible. The overall strength of the Great Zhou Dynasty was no weaker than that of the Haoran Righteous Qi Sect. How could they not have a few top-tier alchemists of their own?
As soon as Mo Tianxiao arrived at the main gate of the Haoran Righteous Qi Sect, he saw a massive entourage. The leading man was dressed in luxurious clothes, his expression carrying three parts arrogance and seven parts humility, or perhaps it was seven parts arrogance and three parts humility.
He looked exactly like a quintessential handsome man. Despite his name being Zhou Wu, his appearance was that of a delicate pretty boy.
The moment Zhou Wu saw Mo Tianxiao appear, his eyes lit up. "Eldest Sister was really right. She is exactly my type."
Adjusting his attire, Zhou Wu stepped forward like an elegant young master. With a smile as gentle as a spring breeze, he folded his fan, cupped his hands, and said:
"I am Zhou Wu of the Great Zhou Dynasty's royal family. I have long heard that Miss Nan Mo is beautiful and captivating, with alchemy skills that have reached perfection. Seeing you today, you truly live up to your reputation."
Mo Tianxiao sized up Zhou Wu. What did this idiot mean? Could it be that he lusted after his body?
Male on male was definitely out of the question.
"Is there something you need?"
Mo Tianxiao's slightly cold voice made Zhou Wu freeze for a moment.
To hear his identity and still remain so calm, this woman was quite interesting.
However, he believed that no one would turn down resources.
Zhou Wu took out a spatial ring and handed it to Mo Tianxiao. "Miss Nan Mo, I simply wish to make friends with you. This is a small meeting gift. Please do not disdain it."
Oh! A gift!
Mo Tianxiao's cold face softened a bit. He took the spatial ring and swept his senses over it, finding only a mountain-like pile of spirit stones, estimated to be around tens of millions.
Instantly, Mo Tianxiao's face returned to its calm state. "Just this? Is there anything else?"
Reluctantly accepting the tens of millions of spirit stones, Mo Tianxiao continued to press Zhou Wu.
"Eh?"
Zhou Wu's expression was a bit dazed. What did Miss Nan just say?
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?"
ut it can buy an entire year of absolutely perfect training results! Su Yu stared at his empty wallet and decisively opened up various online loan platforms. “Borrow a thousand bucks! Recharge my vitality!” Boom! His vitality broke a hundred points, shattering the limits of the human body! “Borrow ten thousand bucks! Recharge my combat skills!” Boom! A basic punching technique so common it was everywhere instantly maxed out, revealing the ultimate assassination technique of Five Elements Unity—Inner Force! When a rich kid hired assassins for a midnight ambush, aiming to break both of his legs, they instead ran headfirst into a monster—a human-shaped tyrannosaur, brimming with dragon-like vitality. With just two fingers, Su Yu snapped a steel staff reinforced with alloy. Staring at the killer’s stash of stolen cash—a staggering quarter-million dollars—he showed a corporate-sincere smile: “Thanks for the pre-exam gift pack, Mr. Zhao! I’m gonna go re-invest this!” Three days later, at the National Martial Arts College Entrance Exam, while everyone else struggled just to reach the passing line, Su Yu threw a single punch—and more than a thousand vitality points literally detonated the entire arena!
lities. One day, Qi Yuan was buying groceries when he unfortunately came face-to-face with a monster. Just when he thought he was going to die on the spot, he suddenly heard the monster's thoughts... "This aura, he's definitely not an ordinary master!" "So terrifying, so terrifying." "A fight with my back against the wall, I can't take it anymore." Qi Yuan: Ah, no one told me that my awakened ability isn't telepathy, but rather the stronger my enemies imagine me to be, the stronger I truly become. PS: Zhou Hai in the first chapter is not the protagonist.
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?!
