The Blood God turned his head to look at Mo Tianxiao, his expression shifting to one of interest. "And you, brat—I never imagined you'd manage to reach a place like this on your own. I assumed you were long dead."
This was the man under a bounty of ten sacred artifacts—of course he was familiar.
"Still, killing you now is no trouble. The Blood God Palace abides by its rules: once a reward is taken, the task is fulfilled—even if the target is an Emperor-level powerhouse.
Boy, I was thinking of keeping you as my attendant, but now it seems you’ll have to die instead."
The Blood God’s attitude didn’t waver even with Yue Liuli’s appearance.
Having not set foot outside in over a thousand years, he’d heard Yue Liuli’s name but held little regard for her. She was merely a newly ascended Quasi-Emperor, and only a spiritual projection at that—nothing significant enough to make him cautious.
"Master, look at him—"
Mo Tianxiao ignored the Blood God, instead turning his gaze to Yue Liuli.
Yue Liuli casually extended her hand, and Mo Tianxiao immediately produced the Nine Calamities Sacred Sword, placing it obediently in her grasp. "Master, please take it."
As she gripped the sacred sword, it began to tremble faintly, as if trying to escape her palm.
"Eight seals unlocked and already some sentience returned?"
With a gentle squeeze of her hand, the sacred sword instantly calmed, lying motionless.
Her slender fingers casually swung the blade. A flash of sword light burst from the weapon, engulfing the entire space in an intense sword intent that pressed against everyone’s throats, sending chills down their spines.
"So you've mastered the Way of the Sword? Let's see if your Sword Law is stronger than my Killing Law!"
Just as the Blood God raised his dagger, a dazzling beam of sword light illuminated the entire underground chamber.
BOOM!!
A thunderous roar echoed from the void, blinding everyone with its brilliance and drowning out all sound under the piercing ring of the sword.
Meanwhile, in the far west, in the Black Desert region, a man furrowed his brow as he sensed something, muttering to himself, "Blood God, if anything happens to my daughter, I will destroy your entire Blood God Palace!"
This man was the Emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty and Zhou Muxi’s father—a Quasi-Emperor.
Upon receiving the message, he had set out immediately, arriving at the location of the signal, and had since been tracking the Imperial Seal to locate Zhou Muxi and the others.
Now, just as he stepped into the Black Desert region and was about to intensify his search for his daughter, a sudden, intense sense of danger surged in his heart.
"Hmm?"
WHOOOM!
A powerful warrior’s instincts never faltered. In a flash, he retreated dozens of miles away.
In the next instant, the ground erupted in violent tremors as a massive sword beam burst from beneath the earth, slicing through the clouds and carving a fissure that stretched across the horizon toward the heavens.
"What the hell?! Another expert?!"
The Emperor widened his eyes, letting out an involuntary curse.
A chill ran down his spine. Sensing the power of that sword light, he felt a wave of relief for dodging in time—if it had so much as grazed him, he’d have been crippled at best, killed at worst. What level of being was this? Could it be an Emperor-level powerhouse?
Impossible.
Below ground, everyone squinted as the sword light faded. A waterfall of light poured through the long opening above, illuminating their stunned faces.
Looking up, they could see the chasm that now scarred the sky beyond the gap through the earth.
As for the Blood God and his incarnations—they had vanished without a trace, as if they’d never existed. Even the Blood Moon that had hung above them was gone.
"Gulp."
Standing behind Yue Liuli, Mo Tianxiao, who had witnessed everything, swallowed hard, his mouth hanging open and his eyes glassy with shock.
What just happened? Was he dreaming?
Where was the Blood God?!
He had thought that while his master was only a spiritual projection, she might still be stronger than an average Quasi-Emperor—enough to hold the Blood God off while they sought an escape. Instead, his master had annihilated him in a single strike? Body, soul—nothing remained...
This shattered his understanding once again. Was this the caliber of a reincarnated immortal? And what existence were true immortals, then?
Yue Liuli turned, spinning the sword in a casual flourish, her eyes calm and voice crisp. "Fine, that annoying pest is taken care of. Now, Little Mo, let’s get back to your issue."
"Whatever Master wants to know, this disciple will speak without reservation, fully and truthfully!"
Mo Tianxiao’s eyes were resolute—no trace of anything but pure reverence.
The others stood frozen, watching Mo Tianxiao trail behind Yue Liuli with a bobbing head, sometimes smiling bitterly, sometimes scratching his head, sometimes brimming with awe.
Ao Dalong’s eyes sparkled. "So this is the big brother’s master? Damn, now that’s impressive—way more badass than that old codger Guixu. This is how a true strong one carries themselves!"
"Husband’s master? She’s so beautiful..." Huang Xiaoyao gazed at the two in the distance, curious about what they were discussing.
As for Yun Sangyi, words failed her. A literal Quasi-Emperor, moments away from forging them into puppets and boasting he wouldn’t fear even another Quasi-Emperor, had vanished without a trace.
How absurd was that?
No wonder the guy by her side was such a freak—his master was even worse!
Where could one even find a master like that?
"No wonder I always sensed something off about him—it was all a facade. I knew something didn’t add up."
Zhou Muxi’s expression twisted with complexity. That guy was the very disciple of the demon sect under a ten-sacred-artifact bounty, and this woman was none other than Yue Liuli, the first genius of the Xuanhuang Realm—a meteoric figure who had risen to the pinnacle of the martial world in just a few centuries.
Thinking back to how Mo Tianxiao had wormed information from her, she felt deeply unsettled. As a leader of righteous sects, she should have kept such matters confidential, but she’d practically confessed straight to his face. She wasn’t exactly a model cultivator of virtue.
Still, at their level, the lines between righteous and demonic were just jests—window dressing, nothing more.
"So Lord Yue was the one who found them first. On behalf of my daughter, I am grateful for the rescue!"
A middle-aged man descended through the rift above, startled at the sight of Yue Liuli’s projection. He bowed hastily in greeting.
Yue Liuli glanced at him briefly and nodded faintly before turning back to hear Mo Tianxiao’s excuses.
Zhou Muxi’s father was momentarily awkward but didn’t take offense. In the presence of such a figure, he couldn’t afford to be presumptuous. He bypassed the two to reach Zhou Muxi and the others.
"Daughter, are you alright? I was late—turns out this Black Desert blocks spiritual perception. Took me forever to find you."
Zhou Muxi shook her head lightly. "Nothing serious—just some backlash. A few days of recovery will fix it."
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?”
ive and Ruthless] Before his transmigration, Ye Xuan was playing a game called "Severing Emotions to Attain the Dao." The game's core wasn't about leveling up by fighting monsters, but about conquering various "bad women" with wicked personalities and cold, fickle natures. There was only one method to conquer them: stay unwaveringly by their side, then die at a critical moment, driving them to madness after losing the protagonist. The higher their level of regret, the higher the player's score. To dominate the server, Ye Xuan conquered all the bad women. In the early stages, he showered them with boundless tenderness, only to choose to sacrifice himself for them later, making them weep bitterly and drown in regret. Among them were: Xia Lengyue, the unfaithful immortal wife who chased after powerful men and discarded her husband like trash. Ye Qingcheng, the Demonic Venerable of the Joyous Union Sect, who appeared pure and innocent but was, in reality, promiscuous. Wu Lingxiao, the Empress of the Great Xia Dynasty, who lusted after men and loved maintaining a harem. Bai Qiangu of the Endless Demonic Sect: a bloodthirsty mass murderer. However, when the protagonist transmigrated into the game world, he made a horrifying discovery. Eight hundred years had already passed. The bad women he had conquered had now each become deities and revered ancestors. Faced with the endless stream of toxic women coming for him, Ye Xuan could only rely on his god-tier acting skills to carve a path of survival through this world of treacherous women.
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."
【Prologue: The Beginning of It All – Use holy water to heal the saintess tainted by demonic energy, then converse with her.】 Shen Nian stared at his older sister sipping yogurt, lost in thought. So you’re telling me my sister is the saintess, and yogurt is the holy water? 【Main Quest 1: Brave Youth, Become an Adventurer! Reward: Rookie Adventurer Title.】 【Side Quest 1: Find the Adorable Kitty! Reward: 1000 Gold Coins.】 Shen Nian: "Wait, I’m a high school senior here—did some guy who got isekai’d accidentally bind his system to me?" Hold on, completing quests gives gold rewards? Titles even boost stats? Is this for real? (A lighthearted, absurd campus comedy—not a revenge power fantasy.)
