"What level is Senior Brother at now? I can't even sense Senior Brother's aura?"
A junior brother at the Void Refinement stage asked curiously.
The others also noticed something was off. The aura Senior Brother was giving off—didn't it feel somewhat similar to the Sacred Realm elders in their sect?
"Isn't it normal for Senior Brother to be impressive? What's all the fuss about?"
"That's right. Senior Brother has been training outside for so long. Did he find a Dao partner? If not, what do you think of me, Senior Brother?"
"Get lost! A flirt like you thinks you're worthy of Senior Brother?"
"Who are you calling a flirt? Come out and fight if you dare!"
A large crowd surrounded Mo Tianxiao, chattering so much it made his head spin.
"Who's got such sticky fingers? Where are you touching?"
"I'll let it slide for junior sisters, but junior brothers better back off. Why are you men groping around?"
"Wait! Not there!"
Mo Tianxiao couldn't handle the enthusiasm of his junior brothers and sisters. He hardened his expression and shouted:
"I brought you all some gifts. Take these and scram back to your training—stop pestering me."
With that, he swept countless pills from his spatial ring and tossed them into the distance.
"Holy crap! Top-grade pills!"
"And there are supreme-grade pills too—all perfect quality! My god! Has Senior Brother struck it rich?"
"Don't push! Stop pushing! These are gifts from Senior Brother. Everyone calm down—they're all mine!"
After tossing out over a thousand pills, he finally sent the crowd away. Taking the chance, Mo Tianxiao slipped off.
Meanwhile, Nangong Wan and Su Muxue laughed as they followed him, while Li Yu planned to report on the talented disciples he'd fostered over the years in a few days.
Before Mo Tianxiao could even return to his cave dwelling, a group of elders blocked his way.
Grand Elder Gu Changsheng stroked his beard, his eyes full of pride. "Tianxiao, it's good to have you back. Good to have you back."
"Tianxiao, did you run into trouble out there? Did anyone bully you? If so, don't hesitate to tell us—we'll get justice for you!"
Mo Tianxiao scratched his head and looked at the core elders. He had no choice but to stop and catch up with them.
He should have been the one to visit these elders first, but here they came to find him before he could even settle in. It caught him off guard and he felt truly honored.
In the end, Mo Tianxiao pulled out quite a few sacred-level pills to offer the elders. When they learned he'd become a sacred-level alchemist, their faces lit up with joy. They praised him for a while before letting him leave.
Watching Mo Tianxiao walk away, the elders' faces were filled with emotion. "In just over a hundred years, Tianxiao has already reached the peak of the Saint Realm—almost catching up to us old-timers."
"Tianxiao is the sect master's direct disciple, after all. Naturally, he's no ordinary person."
"Now we can finally rest easy. The sect master's judgment is as sharp as ever. Tianxiao is fit to be the next sect master of the Demon Sect."
"I knew Tianxiao had potential from the start. From the moment he became the sect master's direct disciple, I never doubted him!"
"Oh, come off it! You were the one who opposed it the most back then."
The core elders joked among themselves as they walked off, in exceptionally good spirits.
In the last hundred years, the Demon Sect's development had been extraordinary, and it all stemmed from the sect's Senior Brother.
Ever since Mo Tianxiao brought back the time tower—a quasi-emperor artifact—the Demon Sect's progress had seemed to hit an express lane. In just a hundred years, several new Saint Realm cultivators had emerged, and talented disciples were increasing.
With the coming tribulation, the Demon Sect now had more confidence.
After wandering back to his cave dwelling, Mo Tianxiao looked around at the unchanged space and finally let out a sigh of relief.
"Ah, right, Daoist Su. I recall that Senior Su brought two disciples to the Demon Sect a few years back. Where are they now?"
Su Muxue paused and then realized, "You mean Junior Sister Nannan and Junior Sister Ling'er? They're still in the time tower, in seclusion, trying to break through to the Saint Realm. Big Sister told them not to come out until they succeeded."
"That strict? But they're already aiming for the Saint Realm... isn't that a bit fast?" Mo Tianxiao was slightly shocked by Su Muxue's words.
The last time he saw Nannan, she was just a little kid. And now she was telling him the girl was making a breakthrough to the Saint Realm??
Su Muxue remained calm. "Junior Sister Nannan and Junior Sister Ling'er are both talented. With the master's personal guidance and us as their sparring partners, their cultivation progress was naturally fast."
"Especially Junior Sister Nannan—even the master praised her as extraordinarily gifted, even surpassing me."
"Heh, is Daoist Su jealous? Don't worry—your talents in other areas surpass anyone I've ever met."
Mo Tianxiao blurted out a comforting remark.
But Su Muxue only rolled her eyes at him.
"Senior Brother~"
Nangong Wan also glared at him with an aggrieved look.
"Haha, enough of that topic. There was an Yao clan brother who came to the Demon Sect decades ago. Does anyone know where he is now?"
Mo Tianxiao hadn't forgotten about the son of fate among his ranks.
Nangong Wan frowned slightly, then said after a moment's thought, "Are you talking about that monkey demon?"
"A few decades ago, a monkey demon named Sun Xiaosheng claimed to be Senior Brother's friend. He came to the Demon Sect on your behalf, saying he had important matters to discuss with Junior Brother Li Yu."
"Junior Brother Li Yu then took him in."
Nangong Wan had a faint impression of Sun Xiaosheng. "After that, Sun Xiaosheng stayed at the Demon Sect, training diligently in the time tower."
"Oh, and after that, a guy named Ye Chen suddenly started making waves in the sect. His cultivation shot up, even drawing the attention of many elders."
"But when they found out he was a relative of Junior Brother Li Yu's family, they didn't pry further. After all, it's good news when the sect gains a genius."
Nangong Wan paused before continuing, "Then, ten years ago, Junior Brother Ye Chen's cultivation stalled at the Tribulation Transcendence stage. Sun Xiaosheng also seemed to hit a bottleneck. Pure cultivation couldn't break them through, so the two of them went out to train together."
"I heard they went to the Ten Thousand Mountains to seek a way forward. Who knows if they've broken through to the Saint Realm by now."
Hearing Nangong Wan's words, Mo Tianxiao felt immensely gratified.
It seemed Ye Chen's Battle Saint Physique had awakened, and he was almost at the Saint Realm. His elite enforcer was taking shape!
"Excellent. The Demon Sect is destined to flourish."
Mo Tianxiao let out a remark of satisfaction. Then he placed several items on the table, about four or five sacred-grade artifacts, along with sacred-grade formation flags and sacred-grade talismans.
"Each of you pick one. Consider it a gift I brought back."
He'd looted plenty of good stuff from the Blood God Palace earlier. Combined with what he'd taken from the cultivators who died in his formation, he had quite a few sacred artifacts on him. There was no need to hoard them all.
"You rich bastard! I knew you'd been robbing people all these years!"
Seeing so many treasures, Su Muxue's eyes went wide. Her hands unconsciously reached out to stroke the items, a delighted smile on her face.
"You're really letting us choose? Then I won't hold back!"
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?!
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!
u Chenyuan transmigrated into a female-oriented novel about a real and fake heiress, becoming the CEO elder brother of both. Unfortunately, the entire Lu family—including himself, the CEO—were mere cannon fodder in the story. Determined to save himself, Lu Chenyuan took action. The spoiled, attention-seeking fake heiress? Thrown into the harsh realities of the working class to learn humility. The love-struck real heiress? Pushed toward academic excellence, so lofty goals would blind her to trivial romances. As for the betrayed, vengeful arranged marriage wife… the plot hadn’t even begun yet. There was still time—if he couldn’t handle her, he could at least avoid her. "CEO Lu, are you avoiding me?" Mo Qingli fixed her gaze on Lu Chenyuan. For the first time, the shrewd and calculating Lu Chenyuan felt a flicker of unease.
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.
