Time flew by in the blink of an eye.
More than forty years passed as if sped up, and a life of constant busyness and fulfillment always made time feel fleeting.
The event jointly organized by Fairy Nanmo and the Floating Cloud Merchant Association came to an early conclusion.
Shortly after Fairy Nanmo vanished, a piece of news began to spread rapidly.
"Blockbuster! Fairy Nanmo turned out to be this kind of person?! Is it a collapse of morality or a distortion of humanity?"
"Want to know more about Fairy Nanmo's little secrets?! One spirit stone for a secret of Fairy Nanmo! One spirit stone, no loss, no scam! Buy it and you'll get a steal!"
"Sensational news! Fairy Nanmo is actually a man in disguise!?"
"What?! Fairy Nanmo is actually from the demonic path, using secret techniques to transform into a woman to trick the righteous? All these years, she seemed kind and beautiful, but in reality, she’s been fleecing righteous cultivators of who knows how much wealth!"
"Fairy Nanmo's private wealth exposed! Comparable to the treasure vaults of top-tier powers!?"
"Fairy Nanmo actually likes women?"
As soon as the identity of Nanmo disappeared from public view, countless negative rumors about her sprouted like bamboo shoots after rain, spreading rapidly across the entire Xuanhuang Realm.
Countless people were shocked.
Over forty years, the name Nanmo had stirred no small waves throughout the Xuanhuang Realm. A saint-level alchemist, top-tier talisman master, top-tier array master, top-tier artifact refiner, and a cultivator with one foot into the saint realm.
These titles stacked on one person, combined with her beauty and kindness in benefiting the masses of cultivators, allowed the identity of Nanmo to amass countless fans in a short time. It could be said that anywhere in the Xuanhuang Realm with cultivators, you could find fans of Nanmo.
Mo Tianxiao had genuinely made this disguised identity red-hot, and of course, the Floating Cloud Merchant Association also played its part in the operation.
However, with fame came trouble. Where there were die-hard fans, there were also haters.
In particular, some female cultivators, driven by jealousy, began spreading rumors everywhere after Nanmo disappeared. At the same time, many cultivators took the opportunity to make a quick fortune.
"Dammit!! Who is it?! How dare they slander my goddess! Don’t let me catch them, or I’ll make them suffer!"
"I will always support Fairy Nanmo. Rumors cease with the wise. I believe everyone has sharp eyes and won’t believe such absurd things!"
"That’s right! Boycott the rumors! Protect Fairy Nanmo’s reputation!"
"Brothers! I’ve set up a Fairy Nanmo fan club to protect Fairy Nanmo and fight against the slanderers!"
There were those who envied and resented her, but there were also steadfast defenders. And Nanmo’s fans far outnumbered the haters, forcing the haters to stay in the shadows, only daring to whisper their slander secretly.
Meanwhile, on another front.
[Fans treat you as their idol, but you treat fans as leeks. Reaping countless leeks fits villainous behavior. Villain Points +666666!]
"Phew... that feels good."
Having squeezed out one last big haul, Mo Tianxiao was in a great mood.
As the repetitive routine dragged on, the daily Villain Points had been steadily declining. Toward the end, the returns no longer justified the effort—he was only getting a few dozen points a day. So he decided to cut out early, making up an excuse to bail.
After it all ended, he disguised himself and sought out a few cultivators, spreading negative information about himself to stir up chaos between his fans and haters, which cashed in one last big wave.
"Brother Tianxiao! I’m so mad! So many people outside are spreading bad things about you! After all you’ve done for them, without charging them high prices, and they still slander you like this!"
Huang Xiaoyao stormed back into the courtyard, her fair cheeks flushed with pink, clearly fuming over Mo Tianxiao’s haters.
"Those ingrates, if you ask me, Boss has been too good to them."
Ao Dalong’s expression was grim too. If Mo Tianxiao hadn’t held him back, he would have grabbed those spreading dirty rumors about him and torn them apart.
"Heh, I think he’s actually enjoying it." Yun Sangyi glanced at Mo Tianxiao, who was lying leisurely in a rocking chair, gently swaying with a look of utter ease and contentment, and felt baffled.
What was this guy’s deal?
All these years, he hadn’t cultivated at all, just tirelessly churning out benefits for cultivators. Did he really have such a good heart?
"Just some boring gossip, nothing worth caring about. Besides, those haters aren’t entirely wrong. I really was a man in women’s clothing, and I really am from the demonic path. They didn’t say anything false."
Mo Tianxiao waved his hand casually. He wasn’t some saint—so what if people cursed him? As long as the Villain Points kept rolling in, they could say whatever they wanted.
Compared to the true fans he’d accumulated over the years, those few haters were trivial.
If those fans hadn’t nearly been squeezed dry of value, he’d have happily stretched this act out to a full fifty years.
"I’m going to head back to the Demon State next. What are you all planning to do?"
Mo Tianxiao looked at the others.
For years, the three had mostly focused on cultivation. With an unlimited supply of saint-level pills, Huang Xiaoyao’s cultivation had reached the mid-stage of the Tribulation Crossing realm, just one step away from the late stage.
Yun Sangyi had also latched onto this golden opportunity and soared, her cultivation breaking through to the Tribulation Crossing realm.
Ao Dalong had made the most dramatic progress. With the aid of saint-level pills, he had finally fully refined the remaining quasi-Buddha’s heart within him over the past forty-plus years, reaching the eighth level of the Saint realm.
He had even picked up quite a few Buddhist techniques along the way—a nice bonus.
As for Mo Tianxiao himself, his cultivation hadn’t budged an inch. Mere cultivation wasn’t enough to make him breakthrough.
"Not long ago, Dad sent word back, telling me to return home sometime this year, saying he has something to discuss with me."
Huang Xiaoyao pouted, looking dissatisfied. "Dad, really—if he has something to say, why not just send a message? Why make me go back?"
"Feng Shu probably has something important to tell you. It might be related to the coming tribulation," Mo Tianxiao comforted her.
"What about you, Dalong? Coming back to the Demon State with me?" Mo Tianxiao turned to Ao Dalong.
Ao Dalong scratched his head, sounding annoyed. "That old geezer Guixu also sent me a letter, saying I must return within ten years, or he’ll come get me himself."
"Knowing that old man’s personality, he’d definitely do it. So, Big Brother, I’m thinking I’ll go back and see what he wants, then find you in the Demon State afterward."
"That’s fine. It seems something big really is about to happen."
Mo Tianxiao frowned slightly. These quasi-supreme powerhouses were starting to stir—it seemed the so-called tribulation might be even worse than imagined.
Could it be that his master’s earlier instruction for him to return on time was also related to this?
"What about you? I remember the Yun family doesn’t have any quasi-supreme powerhouses, right?" Mo Tianxiao glanced at Yun Sangyi.
This remark immediately made Yun Sangyi roll her eyes. "Yeah, yeah, I’m just a young lady from a minor family, so of course I have to rely on Master Mo’s patronage."
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."
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?”
lan, the Luo family, tracked him down - along with the babies in their arms. Mo Xuan stared pensively at the paternity test results from over a dozen top institutions, both domestic and international, showing a 99.99% match between himself and the two baby girls. At 23, Mo Xuan, a doctoral student, had become the father of two three-year-old children. The kicker? The mothers weren't even the same person! He gradually realized he was being lured step by step into an elaborate trap designed by these two yandere sisters. "Be good, little Xuan. Sister's life belongs to you entirely." "Brother, if you try to run away, I'll have no choice but to tie you up." Mo Xuan: "Do whatever you want, ladies. I give up."
e, Immortal Body, Transmigration, System, Progression Fantasy, Academy Setting, Third-Person Perspective. Alternate Title: Transmigrating into a High Martial World and Reading Live Comments. Bad news: I transmigrated. This is a terrifying high-martial world, and my original, pathetically weak body fell into a coma and never woke up. Good news: I got a Popularity Points system upon arrival. I can see live comments and even create an unkillable alternate identity. Starting out, the alternate identity has all stats at 1. The system tells me that to grow stronger, I must participate in the plot, gain popularity points to allocate stats and grow stronger, and ultimately awaken my original body. And so, carrying my original body on my back, I officially entered Huaqing Academy, where the story's protagonist resides. From that moment on, Chen Guan kicked the original plot to pieces. Live Comments: [Doesn't anyone find this mysterious coffin guy creepy? He can summon indescribable grey misty hands.] [Is this guy a hero or a villain? What kind of onion became a spirit?] [By the way, does anyone know who's in the coffin? Shouldn't the debt for saving his life be repaid by now?] [According to unofficial histories, the person in the coffin was Chen Guan's first love. Their love was once passionate and earth-shattering, but they were separated by life and death due to worldly circumstances. What a star-crossed pair.] ... Years later, the world knew of a demon god born from a coffin, shrouded in grey mist, impossible to gaze upon directly. His foremost divine emissary often wielded a scythe, reaping lives like the god of death. As war approached, facing former friends and a boundless sea of enemies, Chen Guan merely raised his scythe. "Would you like to dance as well?"
