Mo Tianxiao narrowed his eyes and looked. Seeing that the two were only at the peak of the Tribulation Transcendence stage, he felt a pang of relief. If they were at the Saint King stage, it would have been truly troublesome. Fortunately, they were only at the peak of Tribulation Transcendence—what a good soul possession!
“How dare you, evil cultivators, commit such heinous crimes! Repent within my banner!”
Mo Tianxiao flipped his hand, and a five-colored bowl appeared in his palm. He tossed it into the air, and immediately the bowl burst forth with five-colored light, transforming into an imprisonment cage that shot toward the two old monsters who had taken over others’ bodies.
The two took a closer look, their expressions filled with surprise. “It’s actually a Saint artifact. Little girl, you really are a perfect gift! Bringing us so many treasures!”
The two were not flustered at all. One gripped a dagger and smashed the cage formed by the Five Elements Bowl. “Little girl, you can’t unleash the full power of a Saint artifact, but we can!”
The daggers gleamed with cold light. The two mobilized the power of their Saint King-level souls to drive their Saint artifacts. Immediately, the two icy daggers radiated a faint blue glow, surging with endless baleful energy. The two seemed to transform into two venomous serpents, their figures flickering as they vanished entirely into the darkness.
“Little girl, do you think you can fight us just because you have a soul-targeting treasure?”
“Hahahahaha! You’re a Blood God Palace assassin, right? You should know that the thing assassins are best at is killing—have you decided how you want to die?”
Two different voices came from all directions.
Meanwhile, the soul trapped within the Soul Refining Array shouted fiercely, “Take control of her quickly! Remove the formation—don’t damage her body!”
“Don’t worry, old ghost. We won’t harm the body you’re about to take over. But thinking about you turning into such a beautiful woman all of a sudden makes us feel a little stirred... Hahahahaha!”
“After you possess her, why don’t you let us...”
Swish!
The two who had been hiding their forms were still spewing filthy words, not taking Mo Tianxiao seriously at all. But in an instant, one of their heads flew off, their face still bearing a lecherous grin, as if they hadn’t even noticed their head was gone.
“What?!”
The other person hidden in the shadows was horrified. He frantically scanned his surroundings but failed to spot Mo Tianxiao.
“Blood Stealth Technique?”
“What’s going on here?”
Even with all three in the same realm, he couldn’t discover the other’s trace!
Slap!
Mo Tianxiao tossed the headless corpse into the Soul Refining Array, her voice echoing from all sides, “Hehehe... the tables have turned! Are you trembling yet, you old wretch?”
The remaining old monster’s figure was exposed from the void. He warily looked around, raising his dagger, his expression extremely grave, daring not to show any carelessness.
“Fellow cultivator, you conceal your methods so skillfully. I must admit, we underestimated you.”
He never expected Mo Tianxiao could render his Blood Stealth Technique useless. What kind of arts were these? He had never even heard of them.
“Fellow cultivator, you can deal with these two old fools however you want. I have no intention of becoming your enemy. Let’s turn from foes to friends instead—I can offer you many benefits.”
“Whether it’s cultivation techniques or mystic arts, I can give them to you. I guarantee smooth breakthrough to the Saint realm.”
“Moreover, there’s the Heavenly Tribulation Pill! As a peak Tribulation Transcendence cultivator, you should be aware of the work needed to break through to the Saint realm. I am an alchemist; I can refine tribulation pills for you for free.”
Mo Tianxiao’s expression shifted with a sly tone from hiding. “Old fellow, you sure know how to read the room, don’t you? Not bad—I like types like you.”
Hearing this, the man’s face lit up with joy. “We’ve all spent so much effort cultivating to this level; there’s no need to make trouble for each other. The fact that you were sent here means you must be a Blood Son, right?”
“I am a core elder of the Blood God Palace. In the future, when you compete for the Blood God Throne, I can help you!”
“Fellow cultivator, why don’t you withdraw your divine skill? We’re all on the same side now.”
A murderous light flickered in the man’s eyes as his voice grew alluring. “Let me humbly tell you a little secret: as long as you stay in the Blood God Palace, you can even survive the heavenly tribulation might...”
Boom!
The Five Elements Bowl materialized out of the void and inverted itself above the man’s head. The majestic pressure trapped him in place.
“Think twice, fellow! If you kill us, you won’t be able to leave alive either!” The old monster hurriedly activated his dagger to resist the Bowl’s pressure, shouting loudly, “The Blood God won’t let you go with each step. If you kill us, your outcome will only be worse!”
Swish!
The Nine Tribulation Sacred Sword, wreathed in a fearsome Saint might, cleaved through the void, cutting the man in half—even the dagger he used to defend himself. His soul tried to flee, but the Five Elements Bowl sealed it, tossing it directly into the Soul Refining Array.
“Aaaaah! You will die a wretched death! The Blood God won’t forgive you!”
Huff.
Mo Tianxiao appeared from the void, turned her wrist, and the Nine Tribulation Sacred Sword dispelled its Saint might.
“Unsealing just eight layers gives such divine power… no wonder master gave me this.”
She gazed at the sword in her hand, quite pleased. This sword might be even more powerful than her imagination.
She put away the sacred sword and finished cleaning her gear. Then Mo Tianxiao settled down to await Master Yun refining the souls of those three Saint King peak cultivators.
Mo Tianxiao began to wander around the cave dwelling, trying to find something valuable. Apart from three withered, ancient bodies left to sit and decay, there was nothing worthwhile. The three corpses had long lost any vitality—they couldn’t even be turned into puppets, utterly useless.
Indeed, the souls of a Saint King were tough to refine. Even stripped of their attack power, they resisted the Soul Refining Array for several days before being completely subdued.
In the end, the three unwillingly turned into vengeful spirits, gaining eternity within the Human Emperor Banner.
Mo Tianxiao held the Human Emperor Banner and said, “Since you gentlemen know what’s good for you, I grant you everlasting life. Be very grateful to me.”
“Thank you, Master, for granting us eternal life!”
The three souls, now wiped clean of awareness, had become loyal members of the Human Emperor Banner.
By examining their memories, Mo Tianxiao discovered that the so-called Blood God Alternation Ritual was nothing but a scam. Choosing the heir for the Blood God was merely a way to select the most gifted one among Zhou Muxi and the other candidates—so that the Blood God could possess them.
Every previous Blood God used this approach to cling to life until they had a chance to break through to the Emperor realm, or until they could no longer possess other bodies.
Of course, the hope of surpassing their previous selves was nothing but empty delusion. No matter how gifted the possessed lot might be, they could barely match their former selves after possession; this was a rule of the universe, hard for anyone to break.
As the number of possession attempts increased, restrictions only grew stronger, and their Dao heart became only more fractured, until ultimately there was no escape from death. Still, some old bastards preferred to drag out existence with these methods, unwilling to let it all end.
From the memories of the three grotesque spirits, Mo Tianxiao also learned how to leave the cave dwelling. But she was a little afraid to go out.
According to their memories, the Blood God outside was feeble and aging—but an unequivocal half Emperor in true cultivation level.
Knowing he could never survive the upcoming tribulation of ascension and with his lifespan running short, he decided to resolve both problems in one stroke through possession—neither having to undergo the tribulation nor face death.
“A quasi-emperor... this is troublesome indeed.”
and couldn't return to the real world. Finally, I gave up and decided to go with the flow, only to discover that writing a diary could make me stronger. Since no one could read it, Su Luo wrote freely, daring to pen anything and everything. Female Lead #1: "Not bad. This diary helped me steal all the protagonist's opportunities. I just want to get stronger." Female Lead #2: "I don’t care about reaching the peak of the cultivation world. Right now, I just want to enjoy the chaos." Female Lead #3: "What? Everyone around me is a spy? I’m the Joker Demon Lord?" ... It’s so strange. Why is the plot completely off track, yet the ending remains the same? Are you all just messing with me?!
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?!
ng to die together with you." Lin Xuan is dead, his body thrown into the river by his scumbag lover and her accomplice. She, the president of the Su Group, is decisive, ruthless, and ice-cold. For three days and three nights, she had his body fished out of the river, and without hesitation, she kissed the bloated corpse of Lin Xuan. She laid down beside him in a cold coffin, their fingers intertwined, a smile lingering on her lips as she closed her eyes. The noble and cold-hearted woman, only bending for one man—Lin Xuan. Lin Xuan, with his golden finger, is reborn and returns to the day of his wedding to the treacherous woman. Su Qiang comes to steal the bride. Lin Xuan's eyes light up, eager to pledge his loyalty on the spot, but instead, her kiss transfers a glass of drugged wine into his mouth, causing him to pass out... 【Male Protagonist with Single Female Lead】【Yandere Tycoon】【Action-Packed】【True vs. Fake Heir】
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!
