Nangong Wan sat up coldly and pulled her clothes together. Having lost her Immortal Bone, her cultivation had plummeted straight down to the Qi Condensation realm. Her face was extremely pale, as if she had suffered a severe trauma.
Looking at the silent Nangong Wan, Mo Tianxiao felt a bit panicked.
It is over, it is totally over. Now I have been completely marked with hatred. In the end, I have to bear the consequences of the mess created by the original owner of this body.
"Junior Sister Nangong, would you believe me if I said your senior brother just wanted to observe your Immortal Bone?"
Mo Tianxiao forced a stiff smile on his face, and then offered the Immortal Bone in his hand to Nangong Wan.
"Senior brother will return the Immortal Bone to you right now."
"There is no need. Let Master speak to you about this, Senior Brother."
A cold and clear voice came from Nangong Wan's mouth.
She unhurriedly opened her storage ring, took out a piece of jade, and crushed it.
Instantly, the spiritual energy contained within the jade erupted, condensing into a phantom projection. It was a figure dressed in white, with hair flowing like a waterfall and a peerlessly beautiful face, holding a dark jade wine flask in her hand.
"Gulp... what a big and white wine flask..."
Mo Tianxiao stared blankly at the suddenly appearing figure, frozen in place.
This was their master, the Sect Master of the Netherworld Demonic Sect, Yue Liuli!
With this face and this figure, why did he feel that she looked more like the destined female lead than the actual destined female lead?
Mo Tianxiao subconsciously used his Eye of Appraisal to look at his master, who rarely showed her face.
[Name: Yue Liuli
Cultivation: Peak Saint King (Half-Step Emperor Realm)
Providence Level: Purple-Gold (Reincarnation of an Immortal, Fortune as High as the Heavens)
Aptitude: Rare in the World
Profile: A peerlessly ruthless figure, terrifying to the extreme. In this life, she seems to be searching for a certain shivering fellow...]
"Holy crap!"
Mo Tianxiao abruptly stood up straight upon seeing his cheap master's profile.
This master of his, who rarely ever managed him, was actually more badass than his little junior sister??
A Half-Step Great Emperor, and a freaking reincarnated immortal at that. Isn't this a cheat?
From the looks of it, not only did he need to cling to his little junior sister's thighs, but he needed to cling to his master's thighs even more!
Mo Tianxiao subconsciously glanced at his master's long legs. They were round and straight, with bare jade-like feet suspended in the air, delicate and exquisite, instantly whetting one's appetite.
"Xiao Mozi, what do you need Master for? Didn't I say not to disturb my drinking unless it is something important?"
Yue Liuli looked at Mo Tianxiao. She didn't deliberately release the aura of her Saint King realm, yet Mo Tianxiao still felt an oppressive sensation as if his entire being was being seen through.
"Um... Master, it was Junior Sister who called you."
Since the matter was already exposed, Mo Tianxiao didn't plan to argue. Anyway, it hadn't reached an irreconcilable point yet, and he was willing to accept his punishment.
At worst, he would lick his junior sister's feet to apologize. He didn't believe she wouldn't forgive him.
Seeing Mo Tianxiao pointing behind him, Yue Liuli turned and noticed Nangong Wan's figure.
"So it is Wan'er."
Yue Liuli had left a means of contact for her two disciples to use when they encountered life-threatening danger, and she had assumed it was Mo Tianxiao contacting her.
"Wan'er greets Master."
Nangong Wan cupped her hands, her eyes filled with respect. "Regarding this matter, it is better to let Senior Brother explain it to you, Master."
Subsequently, Nangong Wan shifted her gaze to Mo Tianxiao.
"Xiao Mozi, what is going on?"
Yue Liuli's eyes fell upon Mo Tianxiao. Noticing the Immortal Bone in his hand, a strange expression appeared on her face.
"This is Wan'er's Void Spirit Immortal Bone. Why is it in your hands, Xiao Mozi? Don't tell me you wanted to transplant Wan'er's Immortal Bone into your own body?"
Yue Liuli leaned forward and floated in front of Mo Tianxiao. Her slender finger lifted his chin as she examined him from all angles.
Mo Tianxiao wore a stiff smile and scratched his head. "Um... Master, I know I was wrong. Actually, I just wanted to observe Junior Sister's Immortal Bone. I didn't mean to take it for myself. Wasn't I just about to return it to her?"
"Give it to me."
Yue Liuli reached out and demanded the Immortal Bone from Mo Tianxiao's hand.
"The Void Spirit Immortal Bone. Not bad."
After giving her evaluation, the Immortal Bone in Yue Liuli's palm suddenly erupted with a terrifying tremor of spiritual energy. With a casual wave of her hand, the commotion dissipated.
"Wan'er, Master has already helped you awaken this Immortal Bone. Take it back and reattach it. You should be able to break through to the Golden Core realm."
Yue Liuli handed the Immortal Bone back to Nangong Wan. The latter had nourished it for so many years, and now that the time was ripe, it was indeed time for it to awaken.
"Xiao Mozi, although we are demonic cultivators, we should still exercise some restraint when dealing with people from our own sect. What's more, Wan'er is your direct junior sister. If you do this again next time, Master will have to punish you."
Yue Liuli stared at Mo Tianxiao, paying close attention to his every little movement as she spoke, as if she were confirming something.
Hearing this, Mo Tianxiao was stunned. Was that it?
He had dug out his junior sister's Immortal Bone! Shouldn't he be banished to some forbidden ground to reflect on his actions?
Just a verbal reprimand and it was over?
For a moment, Mo Tianxiao felt a bit apprehensive. Was this the style of the demonic sects?
"Master, your disciple understands." Mo Tianxiao hurriedly replied.
Yue Liuli cast a somewhat suspicious glance at Mo Tianxiao but didn't notice anything amiss. She then turned to Nangong Wan and said:
"Wan'er, there is news about your enemies. It was done by an elder of a minor demonic sect. Once you break through to the Golden Core realm, you can go and take your revenge yourself.
Xiao Mozi, in light of the harm you have caused Wan'er, you will accompany her this time and protect her well."
Yue Liuli waved her hand, and a beam of light shot into Nangong Wan's mind.
Nangong Wan quickly bowed to Yue Liuli, a trace of killing intent flashing through her eyes. "Thank you, Master. Wan'er will definitely avenge my clansmen with my own hands!"
A year ago, Yue Liuli had passed by the Nangong family, which had been wiped out by demonic cultivators. She found the surviving Nangong Wan and, seeing her good aptitude, brought her back to the Netherworld Demonic Sect.
During this short span of a year, Nangong Wan had been cultivating desperately while carrying her hatred, all just to be able to personally avenge her clansmen.
Now, the opportunity had finally arrived.
"Master... is that demonic sect strong?" Mo Tianxiao scratched his head and asked cautiously.
"It is just a minor demonic sect. Their sect master is merely at the Golden Core realm. Xiao Mozi, since when did you become such a coward?
Could it be that you... have been possessed by someone?" Yue Liuli's eyes carried a scrutinizing look.
Hearing these words, the hairs all over Mo Tianxiao's body instantly stood on end.
It is over, it is over, it is over! Could he have been found out??
Her realm was so much higher than his. Could she have long seen through the fact that he was a fake?
"M-Master, what are you talking about? How could I be possessed?" Mo Tianxiao forced himself to remain calm.
"Hahahahaha... I am just joking with you. Why are you so nervous?"
Yue Liuli carelessly patted Mo Tianxiao's shoulder, a hearty smile on her face, which instantly made Mo Tianxiao heave a sigh of relief.
"Master will be leaving first."
As soon as her voice fell, Yue Liuli's phantom projection vanished, leaving the two martial siblings staring blankly at each other.
"Ahem. Junior Sister, what happened today was your senior brother's fault. I promise there won't be a next time.
Rest assured, your senior brother will help you get your revenge!" Mo Tianxiao patted his chest.
Nangong Wan cast a cold glance at him, walked straight past him, and left the place.
"Although I wasn't punished, I have probably been completely marked with hatred by my little junior sister."
Seeing that his junior sister completely ignored him, a flash of helplessness appeared on Mo Tianxiao's face. He had only just transmigrated, so how did he already run into two Children of Destiny?
With luck like this, he absolutely could not go down the path of a villain, otherwise heaven only knew how many more Children of Destiny would be waiting for him.
Meanwhile.
In the Central Divine Continent, at the peak of the Kunlun Immortal Mountain, within the back mountain of the Taishang Dao Sect.
A young man sitting cross-legged in a spring suddenly opened his eyes, two sharp rays of light shooting from them.
"Elder Yun, Wan'er's immortal bone has awakened!"
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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.”
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!
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?!
