[Deceiving righteous cultivators and secretly extracting more profit aligns with villainous behavior. Villain Points +66!]
[Establishing a good image and playing righteous cultivators in the palm of your hand aligns with villainous behavior. Villain Points +112!]
[Causing numerous alchemists in the Great Zhou Dynasty to be unemployed for thirty years aligns with villainous behavior. Villain Points +10086!]
[Gaining the favor of numerous rogue cultivators and the approval of righteous cultivators, an undercover action, aligns with villainous behavior. Villain Points +213!]
Ever since Mo Tianxiao announced that he would spend thirty years honing his crafting techniques, Villain Points had been pouring in endlessly. Although most of the cultivators had low cultivation bases and didn't provide much, the points flowed in a steady, unceasing stream.
Of course, Mo Tianxiao's baffling actions left many people confused, and Zhou Muxi was among them.
At Zhou Muxi's residence, her face was full of doubt after learning of Mo Tianxiao's actions.
Is this guy running a charity?
As a top-tier alchemist, if she wanted to make money, countless people would be lining up to deliver it to her. Was there really a need to work so hard and exhaust herself like this?
Refining pills continuously for thirty years—where did such a great philanthropist come from? If the righteous figures of the Middle Earth Divine State found out about this, they would surely shower her with praise, calling her a true righteous cultivator!
Yao Zhi, however, had a different perspective.
Upon hearing about Mo Tianxiao's actions, Yao Zhi was momentarily stunned before a look of realization dawned on his face. Could it be that Elder Nan wants to use this method to temper his alchemy skills and break through to become a Saint-level alchemist?
From his observations, Mo Tianxiao could casually refine top-tier pills of perfect quality. This level of alchemy had already surpassed his own, and he was only a Quasi-Saint-level alchemist who occasionally managed to refine Quasi-Saint-level pills by sheer luck.
It seemed the other party was still unsatisfied with his current alchemy level and wanted to use this quantity-over-quality approach to further temper himself, polishing his realm to perfection in order to break through to the true Saint-level alchemist stage.
If he actually succeeded, wouldn't their Middle Earth Divine State produce its second Saint-level alchemist!
Currently, the only publicly known Saint-level alchemist was the President of the Alchemist Association.
As for other regions, they likely only had Quasi-Saint-level alchemists at best, with no true Saint-level alchemists to speak of.
In this regard, their Middle Earth Divine State firmly suppressed the other regions.
Yao Zhi felt somewhat conflicted.
He hoped Mo Tianxiao would succeed in becoming a Saint-level alchemist, yet he also didn't want him to achieve it too quickly.
After all, the Righteous Leader Competition would take place in thirty years. With Elder Nan's alchemy skills, he would undoubtedly claim the top spot in the top-tier alchemist competition.
Elder Nan should know his limits. Besides, breaking through to become a Saint-level alchemist isn't that easy.
Thinking of this, Yao Zhi breathed a slight sigh of relief.
Becoming a Saint-level alchemist in just thirty years should be unlikely.
Elder Nan didn't look very old. If he became a Saint-level alchemist at such a young age, let alone Yao Zhi, even the President of the Alchemist Association would have to come and take Elder Nan as his master.
Thirty years could pass quickly or slowly, but for powerful cultivators, it was merely the duration of a casual secluded cultivation session.
Ao Dalong (Ao Big Dragon) spent the thirty years exploring every corner of the Great Zhou Dynasty, changing sets of dragon-shaped equipment one after another.
Meanwhile, Huang Xiaoyao and Yun Sangyi grew increasingly close. They spent their days either wandering around aimlessly or taking on random missions at the Blood God Palace branch for fun.
It is worth mentioning that Huang Xiaoyao's cultivation had broken through to the late stage of the Dharma Aspect Realm, while Yun Sangyi had advanced from the late stage of the Primordial Spirit Realm to the peak of the Primordial Spirit Realm, just one step away from the Dharma Aspect Realm.
This naturally relied heavily on Mo Tianxiao's pill support.
After all, the pills he had earned over the thirty years required an entire spatial ring just to hold them. He simply gave them all to Yun Sangyi and the others to boost their cultivation.
He refined perfect-quality pills, and his technique was even more masterful than when he was in the Demonic Sect, so there was no such thing as pill toxicity or side effects.
The thirty-year period had arrived!
The name of Nan Mo had reached its absolute peak within the Great Zhou Dynasty. Even in other countries beyond the Great Zhou Dynasty, people had heard of his reputation.
Now, whenever he walked down the street, whether he encountered rogue cultivators or powerful nobles, they would all respectfully address him as Apothecary Nan.
This was the reputation brought by thirty years of uninterrupted pill refinement.
Of course, his greatest harvest was not his reputation, but his favorite Villain Points.
Over the past thirty years, the income of Villain Points had fluctuated, gradually decreasing, but fortunately, it stabilized at an average of several hundred to a thousand points per day.
If it weren't for his inner thirst for power and his drive to take revenge on the Supreme Dao Sect keeping him going, he probably would have thrown in the towel long ago.
Refining pills continuously for thirty years—what kind of beast of burden works this hard?
Phew.
Ending his thirty-year pill-refining marathon, Mo Tianxiao lay back in his chair, feeling utterly drained.
With a thought, he opened his character panel.
A blue holographic screen appeared before his eyes.
[Name: Mo Tianxiao
Cultivation: Peak Primordial Spirit Realm
Luck Level: Black
Cultivation Method: Demonic Emperor Sutra (Fifth Layer)
Artifacts: Nine Tribulations Holy Sword (Sealed State), Human Emperor Banner (Incomplete)
Sub-Professions: Top-Tier Alchemist (+), High-Tier Talisman Master (+), High-Tier Formation Master (+), Mid-Tier Blacksmith (+)
Secret Arts: Immortal Dao Secret Art - Empty Hands, Immortal Dao Secret Art - Yin-Yang Inversion, Unranked Secret Art - Blood Concealment Art
Spells and Divine Abilities: Great Annihilation Fist (True-level), Eight Desolations Wandering Dragon Steps (True-level)
Villain Points: 12770702
Luck Points: 8400]
Holy shit!
Mo Tianxiao sprang up from his chair, his eyes fixed on the Villain Points column. Ones, tens, hundreds, thousands, tens of thousands, hundreds of thousands, millions, ten... million!
Hahahahaha......!
Finally, Mo Tianxiao couldn't hold back his laughter.
Thirty years! Do you know how I lived these past thirty years?! I deserve every single one of these Villain Points!
He had refined pills until he almost threw up. Moreover, as time went on and his alchemy techniques became increasingly proficient, the gratitude in the hearts of those righteous cultivators lessened, causing the Villain Points he earned to drop.
Watching his daily income dwindle, he had grown more and more frustrated with the refining process.
These thirty years had truly been difficult.
Sure enough, even using cheats isn't that simple.
Mo Tianxiao sat cross-legged and began to reap his massive harvest.
He directly maxed out his other three sub-professions, aside from alchemy, pushing them to the absolute top tier.
Upgrading three sub-professions to the top-tier level only consumed 1.7 million Villain Points. For Mo Tianxiao, who had over ten million points, this was merely a drop in the bucket.
After upgrading his sub-professions, he still had over 11 million Villain Points left, which he decided to save for now.
As for his cultivation, he estimated that these Villain Points could at least elevate him to the Tribulation Transcendence Realm. He didn't know how many points were required to break through to the Saint Realm, but calculating conservatively, his current points wouldn't be enough.
It would be safer to wait until the Middle Earth Divine State's Righteous Leader Competition ended before breaking through his cultivation.
Otherwise, his cultivation skyrocketing from the Primordial Spirit Realm to the Tribulation Transcendence Realm in a mere thirty years would be way too eye-catching.
Unless he could soar straight to the Saint King Realm in one breath, then he might give it a try.
Right at that moment, a transmission jade plaque lit up. Mo Tianxiao reached out and grabbed it, and Zhou Muxi's voice drifted out. Sister Nan, the battle for the Righteous Leader is about to begin. Hurry and get ready to depart.
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."
