Zhang Wudao, we'll arrive whenever we please. What does it have to do with you?
Why are you talking so much crap? It's been a while since we last sparred, your skin is itching for a beating again, isn't it?
The Great Elder of the Nether Demon Sect looked at the old man on the flying ship ahead, not giving him a good tone.
Hmph, a demonic cultivator indeed, only knowing how to fight and kill.
The old man named Zhang Wudao waved his sleeve with a look of disgust, seeming to hold deep prejudice against demonic cultivators.
Great Elder, what is their background? They don't seem to get along with us.
Mo Tianxiao looked at Zhang Wudao on the opposing flying ship. The fact that the other party brought three disciples meant that the faction behind him was on the same level as the Nether Demon Sect.
They are from the Supreme Dao Sect, a bunch of hypocrites who pretend to be righteous. They crowned themselves the leaders of the righteous path and have always been at odds with us demonic cultivators.
That Zhang Wudao is the Vice Sect Master of the Supreme Dao Sect. I have fought with him a few times, and his strength is just so-so.
Tianxiao, Wan'er, and Bufan, after the three of you enter the Void Emperor Secret Realm, if you encounter disciples of the Supreme Dao Sect, just attack them directly.
If you can't beat them, run, and then find a chance to scheme against them from the shadows. Let them know the consequences of opposing us.
The Great Elder instructed the three of them.
Disciples understand! Gu Bufan's eyes were firm, and his gaze towards the Supreme Dao Sect carried a trace of hostility, as if he really wanted to fight them right then and there.
Mo Tianxiao also slowly nodded, silently memorizing the faces of the other party's three disciples.
He remembered that Xiao Fan was a disciple of the Supreme Dao Sect, wasn't he?
After being snatched away by the monks of the Great Thunderclap Temple, he wondered if that guy had managed to escape back.
Thinking of Xiao Fan, Mo Tianxiao quickly turned his gaze elsewhere to search.
Given his status as a Child of Destiny, two years would have brought him quite a few fortuitous encounters. He wondered if Xiao Fan would participate in this secret realm.
The quota to enter this secret realm was limited, so there weren't too many people here.
Mo Tianxiao soon spotted the monks of the Great Thunderclap Temple.
Leading the group was the old monk Puxuan, who had previously tried to forcefully invite Nangong Wan to join Buddhism and become a Buddhist Maiden.
Sensing Mo Tianxiao's gaze, Puxuan gave him a slight nod as a greeting.
Mo Tianxiao curiously observed the disciples on their flying ship. There were three bald heads. One looked demonic and didn't seem like a proper monk. Another was burly, nearly three meters tall with an honest and simple-minded face, looking like a straightforward guy at a glance.
The last one had his head tilted to the side, as if there was a problem with his neck.
Seeing the guy with the tilted head, the corner of Mo Tianxiao's mouth twitched slightly.
Good heavens, did he really become a nun?
Seeing Xiao Fan's familiar face, even with a shaved head, Mo Tianxiao recognized him at a glance.
Patting Nangong Wan beside him, Mo Tianxiao spoke up, Junior Sister, look at that guy quickly. Is that Xiao Fan?
Where?
Nangong Wan turned her head and looked in the direction Mo Tianxiao pointed, a trace of surprise on her face.
Pfft!
Did Xiao Fan really join Buddhism and become a Buddhist Maiden?
Seeing Xiao Fan's appearance, even the usually unsmiling Nangong Wan couldn't help but cover her mouth and chuckle.
Even if Senior Brother crippled him down there, he wouldn't actually change his gender, right? Nangong Wan felt somewhat puzzled.
Maybe he is just into this sort of thing.
Junior Sister, aren't you going over to say hello?
Looking at Xiao Fan, who kept his head tilted to avoid being noticed, a fun plan suddenly popped into Mo Tianxiao's mind.
I don't want to. I've already said back then that there's no relationship between him and me anymore.
Nangong Wan pouted in dissatisfaction, somewhat unhappy with Mo Tianxiao's words.
She now only wanted to pursue the Great Dao of Longevity with her Senior Brother. As for a self-righteous guy like Xiao Fan who wanted to kill her Senior Brother the moment they met, she didn't want to have the slightest connection with him.
Even if they did have a connection, it would only be as enemies.
Since Junior Sister doesn't want to greet him, let me do it.
Mo Tianxiao wore a wicked smile on his face.
This Child of Destiny, Xiao Fan, had already formed a grudge with him. With the deep hatred of having his demonic pills busted, the other party had definitely carved his hatred for him into his very bones.
If given the chance, Xiao Fan would definitely kill him without hesitation.
He would absolutely not allow such a hidden danger to grow unchecked.
Mo Tianxiao rested both hands on the railing at the edge of the flying ship, fixed his gaze on Xiao Fan, took a deep breath, and shouted loudly:
Brother Xiao Fan——!
Do you still remember me? We met two years ago.
There were quite a few people present. Mo Tianxiao's shout drew everyone's attention over.
Seeing this situation, Xiao Fan could only force an unnatural smile and look at Mo Tianxiao. So it's Brother Mo, it has been a long time...
Xiao Fan didn't expect Mo Tianxiao to greet him so loudly. This guy definitely had no good intentions.
But considering the current situation, it wasn't good for him to openly fall out with Mo Tianxiao.
He was just a disciple of the Nether Demon Sect, merely at the Nascent Soul stage, yet he dared to participate in this secret realm. Once they entered the secret realm, he would definitely let the other party know the consequences of busting his demonic pills.
Brother Xiao Fan! I remember you are a disciple of the Supreme Dao Sect, aren't you? Why did you run over to the Great Thunderclap Temple to be a nun? You wouldn't happen to be an undercover spy, would you?
Mo Tianxiao's shout instantly made the surrounding people eager to watch the drama unfold, and they all turned their gazes toward Xiao Fan.
Xiao Fan, you are a disciple of the Supreme Dao Sect? Why have you never mentioned it?
Beside him, Puxuan frowned upon hearing Mo Tianxiao's words.
Meanwhile, the Supreme Dao Sect's group also looked utterly bewildered. Zhang Wudao's gaze fell on Xiao Fan as he asked the three disciples beside him, Is he a disciple of our Supreme Dao Sect?
Hiss...
The disciples of the Supreme Dao Sect carefully examined Xiao Fan's appearance and pondered, Vice Sect Master, this Xiao Fan really seems to be a core disciple of our Supreme Dao Sect.
I have an impression of him. He is a genius disciple who broke through to the peak of the Golden Core stage within three years of joining the sect, and he was expected to break the record for the youngest Nascent Soul stage disciple in our sect.
He left the sect for experiential learning two years ago. I didn't expect that he has now become a disciple of the Great Thunderclap Temple and even broken through to the Soul Formation stage!
Hearing his disciples' words, a trace of doubt flashed in Zhang Wudao's eyes. He remembered that apart from the Nether Demon Sect, the Supreme Dao Sect had no undercover spies in any other sects.
Planting a spy in a major faction was an extremely difficult task.
After all, when major factions recruited disciples, they not only looked at talent but also checked if their background was clean.
The Supreme Dao Sect had spent hundreds of years just to have one successful undercover spy in the Nether Demon Sect.
The Supreme Dao Sect and the Great Thunderclap Temple were far apart, and there was no deep hatred between them. It was impossible for this Xiao Fan to be a spy.
In just a moment, Zhang Wudao thought of two possibilities.
Xiao Fan, you are a disciple of my Supreme Dao Sect, why would you join the Great Thunderclap Temple? Could it be that my Supreme Dao Sect cannot accommodate you?
Zhang Wudao calmly gazed at Xiao Fan.
He seemed neither sad nor happy.
But Xiao Fan's body had already begun to tremble slightly.
The majesty of a Saint Realm expert, even just a tiny bit, was not something a mere Soul Formation cultivator could withstand.
No, that's not it.
Xiao Fan hurriedly opened his mouth to deny it.
At this moment, his golden finger had completely concealed itself, not daring to leak even the slightest trace of its aura. Otherwise, a supreme tonic like the remnant soul of a Great Emperor would likely be extracted and carved up by the surrounding Saint Realm experts.
] This is a dark fantasy-themed dating simulation game. The main gameplay involves containing various monster girls and investigating the truth of a world shrouded in mist alongside your companions. However, due to his love for the dark and bizarre atmosphere, Luo Wei ended up turning a dating game into a detective mystery game. Women? Women only slow down his quickdraw! To Luo Wei, the female leads in the game are more like tools to perfectly clear levels and squeeze out rewards. For Luo Wei, flirting with every girl he meets and then discarding them is standard procedure. Worried about characters losing affection points? No need. With his maxed-out charm stat, Luo Wei is practically a "human incubus." A little psychological manipulation and those points come right back. It's a bit scummy, but the paper cutout heroines in the game won't actually come at him with real cleavers. However... Luo Wei has transmigrated. He's accidentally entered the second playthrough of this game. His past actions have caused all the girls to transform into terrifying yanderes. Due to the game's setting, most of the heroines he once contained are "troubled girls." Obsessive, twisted, mentally unstable, all aggressive yanderes... The type who will kill you if they can't have you... Luo Wei wants to cry but has no tears left. "I really just want to survive..." In short, this is a story of battling wits and engaging in a love-hate relationship with yanderes.
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."
iemie, male, Race: Moon. Hobby: Collecting anomalies. At first, he thought he possessed two systems: the Crimson Rainbow Moon and the Clear Cold Frost Moon. One day, he discovered that he himself could also become a system for others, holding the chessboard of fate. The Eighth Epoch, also known as the Eternal Moon Epoch. Humans, witches, elves, bloodline descendants, specters, demons, and spirits together compose a new history. Walking the path on behalf of the moon, before he knew it, Chen Miemie's footsteps were followed by all manner of strange and wondrous anomalies. As time passed, many titles circulated about him—The King in Yellow, Lord of Anomalies, Heart of the Eternal Moon, and more. "Me? I'm just a traveler who enjoys collecting interesting creatures," Chen Miemie said.
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