"Now only two Blood Heirs have broken through to the Saint King realm. There's still some time before the final contest begins. In the meantime, I'll help you sort out your identities."
Zhou Muxi looked at the few of them, with special instructions for Mo Tianxiao. "You should prepare well too. The dueling methods for each Blood God succession ceremony are different, so I'm not sure what events you'll face."
"But for someone like you, any duel should be a piece of cake, right?"
With that, Zhou Muxi left the place and headed toward the Blood God Palace to handle the identities of Mo Tianxiao and his companions.
Although only assassins trained entirely within the Blood God Palace could become core assassins, Zhou Muxi had climbed high enough in the organization to have backdoor methods.
Mo Tianxiao wasn't worried either.
After Zhou Muxi left, Yun Sangyi stepped forward. "Are you really going to help her? What if she turns hostile once she successfully controls the Blood God Palace?"
Mo Tianxiao chuckled lightly. "Turn hostile? Why would she do that? Have we done anything to harm her? Our presence doesn't threaten her at all; instead, getting acquainted with geniuses like us only benefits her with no downsides."
"Don't forget, she's also the sect leader of the Righteous Hao Ran Sect and the heir to the Great Zhou Dynasty. The Blood God Palace is just one of her goals. I doubt she'd pull such a foolish move as burning bridges."
Mo Tianxiao turned to Yun Sangyi, a playful grin spreading across his face. "Besides, have you forgotten what my goal is? No matter what Zhou Muxi wants, my objective has never changed."
Yun Sangyi's pupils contracted slightly, her lips parting in surprise. "You don't actually plan to pick a fight with the Blood God Palace, do you?"
Mo Tianxiao pondered for a moment before speaking. "Originally, I thought about destroying the Blood God Palace entirely. But now, I've slightly changed my mind."
"It would be a shame to completely annihilate such a massive force."
Rather than destroy it, he could control it.
He had no chance before, but Zhou Muxi had practically handed him the opportunity.
"We're all in this together with you. Don't screw us over!"
Yun Sangyi saw the sly look on Mo Tianxiao's face and couldn't help but get goosebumps. This demonic cultivator was finally showing his true colors!
Mo Tianxiao ignored Yun Sangyi and tousled Huang Xiaoyao's hair instead. "Do you think Big Brother would screw you all over, Xiaoyao?"
Huang Xiaoyao stroked her chin thoughtfully. "Big Brother is so good to us, probably not, right?"
"Say it with more confidence!"
"Big Brother absolutely wouldn't screw us over! Sister Yun can rest assured!"
Huang Xiaoyao clenched her little fists and shouted loudly with a serious expression.
Mo Tianxiao nodded in satisfaction.
Yun Sangyi gave him a disgusted glare. Picking on the kid again.
"Hmm?"
Mo Tianxiao's expression suddenly changed. He turned to look at the distant horizon, his brow furrowed.
"Brother Tianxiao, what's wrong?"
Huang Xiaoyao tugged at Mo Tianxiao's hand, noticing his expression had turned unusual, and asked.
Yun Sangyi also looked over.
Mo Tianxiao said in a deep voice, "It seems something has happened to my Big Dragon."
He had a master-servant contract with Ao Dalong (Ao Big Dragon), so he could sense if anything major happened to the other side.
Just now, he had felt the contract mark suddenly shake violently, a clear sign that something was wrong with Ao Dalong (Ao Big Dragon).
"Something happen to him? He's a Saint-level powerhouse. What could possibly go wrong? Would anyone really dare to lay a hand on him?"
Huang Xiaoyao was skeptical.
Yun Sangyi also looked puzzled. "Could it be your imagination?"
A Saint-level powerhouse, and a great demon that had evolved into a Flood Dragon—would anyone really be foolish enough to provoke him?
Moreover, with Ao Dalong (Ao Big Dragon)'s strength, even if he ran into an enemy he couldn't beat, fleeing shouldn't be a problem.
Mo Tianxiao closed his eyes and sensed the fluctuations from the mark. They were extremely far away, beyond the range of the Soul-Tracking Diagram. He could only pick up a vague direction.
"Where the hell did that guy run off to?"
"Regardless, I have to go check it out. If something really happens and I delay, it could be too late."
Ao Dalong (Ao Big Dragon) was a demon with tremendous potential. After devouring the Emperor-Quasi Buddha Heart, his chances of finally advancing to true dragonhood had greatly increased.
Mo Tianxiao didn't want to lose such a capable assistant.
"You and Xiaoyao head to the Blood God Palace and inform Zhou Muxi about this. I'll go ahead to see what's going on. I'll leave markers along the way, and you can follow them to find me."
"Make sure she brings some heavy hitters."
With that, Mo Tianxiao transformed into a streak of light and shot toward the sky.
Although Ao Dalong (Ao Big Dragon) had just broken into the Saint realm not long ago, he was still a Saint-level powerhouse. If things were tough for him, he had to be in serious trouble.
Yun Sangyi and Huang Xiaoyao exchanged glances, and with a flicker, they sped toward the Blood God Palace branch in the Central Earth Divine Land.
A few days later.
At the border between the Central Earth Divine Land and the Western Regions.
Bzzzzzzzzzzz!
Deep, low Buddhist chants resonated across heaven and earth. A golden Buddha, a thousand zhang tall, hung in the sky with its eyes half-lowered, its majestic divine aura visible from hundreds of li away.
Beneath the Buddha, three bald men stood in different positions, their hands clasped together and lips moving slightly as they chanted lowly. Dense scripture texts formed a massive array, trapping a terrifying Flood Dragon inside.
The golden giant Buddha hovering above the huge Flood Dragon radiated dazzling Buddhist light, suppressing the creature relentlessly.
"Beast, I see that you are fated to join the Buddhist sect. Surrender now and purify your past sins by entering our monastery!"
The voice of the giant golden Buddha boomed across the heavens like a great bell, as if it were the one true Buddha in existence, radiating sanctity. The Buddhist light seemed capable of cleansing all sin.
"Dead damn monks! I'll curse your mothers! All you bastards! Let me out if you've got the guts!"
The Flood Dragon's face twisted in fury, baring its fangs, its eyes bloodshot. It wished it could swallow these monks in one gulp.
Not long ago, since Mo Tianxiao was still in secluded cultivation and Ao Dalong (Ao Big Dragon) had already roamed most of the Central Earth Divine Land, he decided to explore other places while waiting for his big brother to come out.
So he went to the Western Regions. Half of the major forces in the Western Regions were Buddhist. At first, Ao Dalong (Ao Big Dragon) thought these monks, with their pretentious fancy talk, were amusing.
But unexpectedly, they targeted him. A great Buddhist cultivator grasped the aura of the Emperor-Quasi Buddha Heart within him.
What followed was simple. Although he had spent time in the human world, Ao Dalong (Ao Big Dragon) lacked the cunning to deal with these sly monks. He was nearly tricked into joining the monastery.
After finally realizing the trap, he fled all the way. But right before he reached the Central Earth Divine Land, these monks ambushed him and trapped him in this array.
Four Saint-level Buddhist cultivators joined forces, trying to capture him and drag him to their temple, to dissolve his fierceness and force him into monastic conversion.
"Beast! You stole our Buddhist sect's sacred treasure. Surrender and convert—you have no other choice!"
The Emperor-Quasi Buddha Heart on Ao Dalong (Ao Big Dragon) hadn't been completely refined. The Buddhist cultivators sensed it and assumed he had stolen one of their treasures.
Besides wanting the Buddhist treasure on Ao Dalong (Ao Big Dragon), they wanted the Flood Dragon itself as well!
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.
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."
uld barely embark on the path to immortality. Just as he was on the verge of death, his golden finger awakened. No matter whether it was poison, drained blood and vital energy, diminished lifespan, or any other physical debuff caused by paying a price—once midnight passed, everything would be refreshed. From then on, whenever someone asked what kind of person Chu Ran was, the answer was simple: Forbidden arts that other cultivators dared not learn? Chu Ran would learn them. Prices that even demonic cultivators dared not pay? Chu Ran would pay them. Lifespan that even righteous cultivators dared not burn? Chu Ran would burn it. All the blood essence in his body? Take it. Want both his hands and feet? He would cut them off and send them to you. You say he’s finished? He wasn’t built to sit idle. You think he’s gone mad? No—he was simply waiting for midnight. From that day onward, Chu Ran would respect neither Heaven nor Earth, bow to neither gods nor ghosts. He had only one wish: For midnight to arrive a little sooner.
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?”
