Preparing to Divide the Spoils

“Little Mo, don’t you trust your master’s strength?”

“Of course not, Master. Your skills are unmatched in the world, and I’m well aware of that. It’s just that I wanted to test myself. As you know, your disciple is dull-witted and can only improve through constant tempering. I just didn’t expect to nearly stumble this time—thank goodness for the life-saving measures you gave me.”

Mo Tianxiao looked innocent. How was he supposed to know his master’s support was as solid as a heavenly pillar? Judging by the power displayed by her spiritual clone, he couldn’t even fathom how strong his master’s true body was.

Was he already at the level where he could throw his weight around in the Xuanhuang Realm without consequences?

Yue Liuli’s eyes held a trace of disbelief. She always felt the kid was trying to avoid her. But that shouldn’t be the case—this time around, her temperament had shifted so drastically, and his memories hadn’t awakened yet. There was no reason for him to be afraid of her.

“Enough, I don’t have time to listen to your excuses. Su Muyao told me you were bullied by the Huangfu family in the Eastern Domain?”

Mo Tianxiao was taken aback, recalling the compensation from the Huangfu family, and replied, “It wasn’t too bad, actually. With Senior Su’s help, I wouldn’t say I was bullied. In fact, Senior Su even swindled a few holy artifacts out of the Huangfu family.”

Thinking about it, Mo Tianxiao felt a bit aggrieved. They had used his involvement to scam so many holy artifacts, yet he didn’t get a single one—just as stingy as the Blood God.

Yue Liuli shot him a glance. “I’ve already killed Huangfu Wujiang. As for the rest of the Huangfu family, I’ve left them for you. Find time later to deal with them.”

“Huh?” Mo Tianxiao’s mouth hung open slightly, as if he hadn’t fully grasped what his master said.

“If you don’t want to handle it, I can take care of them for you on the side,” Yue Liuli added when she noticed his confusion.

“No, no, no, that won’t be necessary. Leave the rest to your disciple!”

Mo Tianxiao snapped back to reality and quickly waved his hand, his mind churning with inner turmoil.

So this was the style of the sect leader of the Demon Sect, his overpowering master? Killing a quasi-emperor like it was nothing, without a hint of regard?

With a master like this, he’d be laughing in his dreams!

But… was his master being a bit too good to him…

Mo Tianxiao looked at Yue Liuli and cautiously probed, “Master, I have a question in my heart. I’m not sure if I should ask or not.”

A faint smile curled at the corner of Yue Liuli’s mouth. “Go ahead.”

“Well… Master, could it be that I’m your illegitimate child? Why else would you treat me so well?”

Hearing this, a barely perceptible crimson glint flashed in Yue Liuli’s bright eyes, and her heart stirred oddly. Her gaze toward Mo Tianxiao became extraordinarily strange.

This guy… that’s what he thought? How… adorable.

“I am not your mother. Don’t entertain such nonsense. Your younger junior sister has already broken through to the Saint realm. I know you have your own cultivation methods, so I won’t demand you come back to train in earnest. But you must return within fifty years. I have important matters to discuss with you.”

With that, Yue Liuli’s spiritual clone dissolved into specks of light and vanished.

“Hey? Master, I wasn’t finished yet! That sword move you just used—teach it to me!”

No response came. Mo Tianxiao scratched his head, looked up at the sky, which was split open like a gaping abyss, and felt a pang of envy.

So his master had entered the Dao through the sword? Her sword law was terrifyingly powerful. He wondered what law he would use to break through the Emperor realm.

After a moment of silence, Mo Tianxiao murmured to himself, “Within fifty years? The deadline’s been moved up. And Senior Sister Wan’er has already reached the Saint realm—that speed is a bit ridiculous.”

Recalling his master’s earlier words, he sighed with some emotion. As expected, his junior sister’s talent was terrifying. Even with the help of the quasi-emperor level Time Tower, he could still see that her talent left him in the dust.

In the path of cultivation, time was important, but without talent and insight, even endless years wouldn’t yield any progress in cultivation rank.

“No! I have to step it up! If my little junior sister surpasses me in cultivation, everyone will mock me when I get back.”

Mo Tianxiao made up his mind. For the final fifty years, setting aside all entertainment, he would play the role of a cunning, underhanded villain! He’d rake in wealth at all costs!

Zhou Muxi had mentioned something before about a calamity in the Xuanhuang Realm, which gave him a slight sense of urgency. If what she said was true and the calamity was imminent, no cultivator in the Xuanhuang Realm would remain unscathed.

Though he didn’t know exactly what the calamity was, the higher his cultivation level, the safer he’d surely be.

“Tianxiao gege, has Senior Yue already left?”

Huang Xiaoyao approached, her big eyes full of curiosity.

“Yeah, she went back.”

“Big brother!! Your master is too strong! She’s the strongest person I’ve ever seen. Compared to her, that old geezer Gui Xu has no presence at all.”

Ao Dalong was in a frenzy, even belittling the figurehead of the Chaotic Star Sea.

Mo Tianxiao chuckled lightly. “Don’t say that. No quasi-emperor is someone we can compare ourselves to right now.”

“So this elder is Senior Muxi’s father. Greetings, elder.”

Noticing Zhou Wang’s gaze fixed on him, Mo Tianxiao cupped his hands politely.

“Hahaha, young friend, no need for formalities. I never expected Muxi would befriend such far-reaching connections, even acquaintances with Fellow Yue’s disciple. You all should get along well, build stronger bonds, and help each other often.”

“Father, you have no business here. Go back now. I’ll handle the rest.”

Zhou Muxi was embarrassed by her father’s words. She pushed him away, saying, “Quickly, quickly, go. The Great Zhou Dynasty has a mountain of affairs waiting for you. Don’t try to leave them for me to clean up.”

“Hey, child! What’s wrong with me talking a bit with Young Friend Mo?”

Under Zhou Muxi’s forceful insistence, Zhou Wang could only bid farewell and leave the group.

“Young friends, I entrust my daughter to your care. If you ever have the chance, I welcome you all to the Great Zhou royal palace as guests. I’ll personally receive you.”

Mo Tianxiao and the others smiled politely as they saw off Zhou Wang.

After Zhou Wang departed, Zhou Muxi let out a sigh of relief. She looked at Mo Tianxiao, her eyes complex. “Don’t take my father’s words to heart. And regarding what happened before, regardless of our positions, I’d like to thank you all here.”

Mo Tianxiao’s expression turned slightly displeased. “Sister Muxi, we’re friends. Don’t talk about thanks. Or do you think I, a disciple of the Demon Sect, am not worthy to be your friend?”

Zhou Muxi was stunned for a moment, then a relieved smile spread across her face. “Sister isn’t that kind of person. If I truly cared about such things, I would never have tried to scheme against the Blood God Palace, right, my dear Tianxiao-didi?”

She emphasized the word “didi” heavily, enough to show that Zhou Muxi still held some resentment toward Mo Tianxiao.

Turning from a cherished little sister into a younger brother—that was hard for anyone to accept all at once. Recalling all the times she had been so familiar with that “little sister,” Zhou Muxi’s cheeks flushed slightly.

Luckily, she hadn’t done anything like bathing together with that “sister.” Otherwise, she didn’t know how she’d face Mo Tianxiao now.

“Looks like Sister Muxi still needs some time to get used to the whole brother thing, but right now the most important thing for us is to figure out how to split the spoils...”

Mo Tianxiao’s face broke into a sly, cackling grin, and Zhou Muxi and the others exchanged glances before joining in the laughter. They looked just like a bunch of perverts who had caught an attractive woman.