"It seems that even if I want to break through, I won't be able to for the time being."
Mo Tianxiao shook his head, packed his things, and threw out three sound transmission talismans to notify Huang Xiaoyao and the other two.
There was no time to consider breaking through now. Next up was the competition for the leader of the righteous path in the Middle-Earth Divine State, held once every two hundred years!
After a short while, Mo Tianxiao arrived at the main gate of the Haoran Righteousness Sect. A flying ship hovered at the entrance, led by Zhou Muxi. On board were the participants for this competition, as well as the reserve participants.
There were roughly over thirty people.
"Are we the only ones going?"
Mo Tianxiao was a bit curious. For a grand event like the battle for the leader of the righteous path, which involved the entire Middle-Earth Divine State, only the thirty or so of them were going? Wasn't there a cheerleading squad or something?
Zhou Muxi glanced at him. "I am in charge of leading the participants. Elder Yaozhi is responsible for leading the spectators. Since it is a grand event of the Middle-Earth Divine State, there will definitely be many people going to watch."
After waiting for a while, Ao Dalong (Ao Big Dragon), Huang Xiaoyao, and Yun Sangyi arrived. They followed the participants to head towards the leading sect of the righteous path in the Middle-Earth Divine State, the Supreme Dao Sect!
"Sister Muxi, I have some questions I need to ask you. Shall we talk in private?"
Mo Tianxiao approached Zhou Muxi alone.
Zhou Muxi turned her head to look at him. "What is it?"
Mo Tianxiao leaned in with a smile on his face. "Doesn't Sister Muxi want to defeat the Supreme Dao Sect? Since we are cooperating, I will naturally do my utmost."
"Actually, I just wanted to tell you that aside from alchemy, I can also handle the other competitions for you, and I guarantee to secure the points steadily."
Since Zhou Muxi was the selector of participants for the Haoran Righteousness Sect, Mo Tianxiao felt he should give her a heads-up first.
"Are you joking?"
Zhou Muxi's eyes showed some surprise. "Tell me, what else do you know? Artifact forging? Talismans? Or formations? What is your level?"
The sub-profession competitions were divided into low-level, mid-level, high-level, and top-level. If this good Sister Nan of hers could guarantee to win the other competitions aside from top-level alchemy, that would be quite good too.
Although the low-level and mid-level competitions didn't carry much weight, no matter how small a mosquito is, it's still meat. What if they were just a tiny bit short of defeating the Supreme Dao Sect in the end?
Mo Tianxiao whispered, "Actually, I know a little bit about artifact forging, talismans, and formations. My level is about the same as my alchemy. I should be able to guarantee victory in competitions of the same level."
"You know all of them? At the same level as your alchemy? Are you sure?"
Zhou Muxi's expression turned solemn. She pulled Mo Tianxiao into a corner, her tone quite serious.
This was no joke.
Zhou Muxi held Mo Tianxiao's hand, and a surge of Saint Origin power flowed into his body. After circulating it once, she frowned slightly. "Sister Nan, I know you are a genius, but this kind of thing is not to be joked about."
Although she couldn't detect Mo Tianxiao's true age, it was obvious that he was very young, at most no more than two hundred years old.
At such an age, knowing so many things and having a decent cultivation base—let alone a genius, she would even believe it if he was said to be the reincarnation of a Great Emperor.
Mo Tianxiao pulled his hand back. "Sister Muxi, don't worry. I naturally wouldn't joke with you."
"Sister Muxi, I know it's hard for you to believe. If I were you, I definitely wouldn't believe someone could be such a genius either."
Mo Tianxiao looked serious. "Did you know? I've met many geniuses, but they all say I'm a genius. There is a gap between geniuses too."
"And I am the kind of genius that leaves other geniuses in the dust."
His deadpan expression made Zhou Muxi's cheek twitch slightly, and she couldn't help but sigh in her heart.
Whether he was a genius or not, she didn't know, but she knew the guy in front of her was quite confident.
Could a person really praise themselves so shamelessly?
"I believe you. I hope you won't disappoint me when the time comes."
Although she hadn't seen Mo Tianxiao's strength in other areas with her own eyes, they were currently in the same boat, so he probably wouldn't trick her.
Moreover, she had made an exception to tell him so many secrets and even gifted him a Soul-Chasing Map.
Thinking back on her actions over the years, she hadn't treated him poorly. Zhou Muxi's heart calmed down a bit.
Being a person requires sincerity, and the way of managing people is the same.
Having convinced Zhou Muxi, Mo Tianxiao returned to the side of Ao Dalong (Ao Big Dragon) and the others. Seeing Ao Dalong (Ao Big Dragon)'s bizarre outfit, he couldn't help but step away a bit.
This guy had been playing cosplay for thirty years, wasn't he tired of it yet?
"Hey, are you really that kind-hearted, helping the Haoran Righteousness Sect participate in the competition and doing things for the Blood God Palace? What exactly are you trying to do?"
Yun Sangyi bumped Mo Tianxiao with her shoulder and asked curiously in a low voice.
Others might not know Mo Tianxiao, but she definitely understood him. He was a demonic cultivator, yet for the past thirty years, he had acted more righteous than righteous cultivators. He was definitely plotting something bad.
"What exactly do you want to do? Give us a hint, won't you?"
Mo Tianxiao glanced at Yun Sangyi. "I am just acting in my capacity as an elder of the Haoran Righteousness Sect. It is only natural to fight for the sect."
Yun Sangyi hooked her arm through Mo Tianxiao's, pressing her proud peaks against him. With a smile on her face but a threatening tone, she said, "Are you addicted to acting?"
"It's only been a few years. Don't tell me you've forgotten that you're a person with class?"
"Demoness, stop talking nonsense! Be careful, or this seat will use my class on you."
Mo Tianxiao glared at Yun Sangyi, warning her not to play any little tricks. If she exposed his identity, he would definitely let her see how a classy man punishes disobedient people.
"Tch~"
Yun Sangyi threw off Mo Tianxiao's hand, her eyes full of disdain, as if to say, "Are you capable?"
Feeling Yun Sangyi's provocative gaze, a tiny spark of anger rose in Mo Tianxiao's heart.
If it weren't for the fact that a chill ran down his spine every time he had such thoughts, he would have taught this fire-playing woman a lesson countless times already.
Huang Xiaoyao tilted her head to look at her good brother and the sister she had a great relationship with. Her little head was a bit confused. Although she had lived in the human world for so many years, she still couldn't figure out what these two were talking about sometimes.
"Brother Tianxiao, what kind of person has class? Are they very powerful?"
Faced with Huang Xiaoyao's innocent question, Mo Tianxiao looked somewhat embarrassed and could only fiercely glare at Yun Sangyi, who was covering her mouth and chuckling.
"You don't even understand this, and you've lived in the human world for so long."
Ao Dalong (Ao Big Dragon) wore a calm expression. "So-called class refers to a person's broad-mindedness. To have a broad mind, as vast as the sea receiving a hundred rivers—that is having class."
Mo Tianxiao's mouth twitched slightly, and he secretly gave Ao Dalong (Ao Big Dragon) a thumbs up.
Although this interpretation was deeply misguided, he had to admit it was a very good explanation.
As the group chatted idly, time passed bit by bit.
A few days later, the team arrived at the territory of the Supreme Dao Sect, the peak of the Kunlun Immortal Mountain.
Known as the number one divine mountain in the Xuanhuang Realm, it was rumored that the Gate of Ascension was located upon the Kunlun Immortal Mountain.
Grand architectural palaces sat upon the vast divine mountain, and two massive humanoid stone statues guarded the left and right sides of the Supreme Dao Sect's main gate, looking mighty and domineering.
"This is the Supreme Dao Sect."

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.”

lity and could only live as an ordinary mortal. He only wished to live a peaceful life. Yet he didn't know— The dog he adopted, because it ate his food, became a legendary demon king. The kitchen knife he casually forged became a peerless divine weapon, causing numerous experts to fight desperately for it. The young disciple he took in became an immortal lord that led an era, due to cultivating the techniques Ye Feng taught him. Even the skeletons he looked down on the most were ominous demon kings that suppressed countless worlds. Many years later, looking at the void shattered with a punch, Ye Feng murmured to himself: It turns out the peerless kings were myself all along...

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 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?”