"Are you two still children? Settle down."
Yue Liuli spoke, and Mo Tianxiao was spared from being turned into a woman to please others.
"Hmph, you're biased." Su Muyao, believing Yue Liuli was making excuses for Mo Tianxiao, could only mutter discontentedly under her breath while glaring at Mo Tianxiao in warning, as if to say this wasn't over.
Seeing this, Mo Tianxiao didn't want to keep up the act with this woman and glared back without backing down.
With his Master backing him up, why should he fear a mere quasi-emperor?
"You...!"
Su Muyao saw how bold Mo Tianxiao was—daring to glare back at her—and was about to explode with anger.
But in the next second, Mo Tianxiao withdrew his gaze, his expression calm. "Master, the junior sister mentioned you had important matters to discuss with me. May I ask what they are?"
Yue Liuli set down her wine glass and looked up at Mo Tianxiao. "From today onward, you will be in charge of all affairs in the Demon Sect."
"Huh?"
Mo Tianxiao froze. "Master, isn't this a bit too soon?"
Handing him the top position in the Demon Sect so quickly—his current strength might not be up to the task.
"I won't be staying in this realm for long. This position will be yours sooner or later anyway."
"Master, are you about to ascend? How much time do we have?" Mo Tianxiao sat up straight, asking with curiosity.
"At most twenty years, boy. After we quasi-emperors ascend, the Xuanhuang Realm will face a great calamity. Don't forget to preserve the legacy of my Yaochi Heavenly Palace."
Su Muyao's voice rang out. She had become somewhat more serious now, her usual laziness dissipating as her brow furrowed slightly, seemingly wary of the so-called calamity.
A wave of pressure inexplicably settled on Mo Tianxiao. "What exactly is this so-called ascension calamity? Don't tell me it's some cliché like an ascension trap?"
Something like upper-realm cultivators being unkind, treating lower-realm cultivators as livestock—those overused plotlines.
Yue Liuli glanced at Mo Tianxiao. "I don't know much about that, nor am I clear on what the ascension calamity is. But based on the history of the Xuanhuang Realm, what you're imagining is probably close to the truth."
Although Yue Liuli was a quasi-emperor, she hadn't spent much time in the Xuanhuang Realm. She had lived for countless years in her previous life and had never heard of an ascension calamity.
"The so-called calamities are ultimately just the law of the jungle. Don't worry too much. This realm is suppressed by Heavenly Dao, and quasi-emperor is the peak of cultivation here. The calamity won't be that severe. Any calamity capable of overwhelming this realm's Heavenly Dao wouldn't bother with such a small place."
Yue Liuli's words eased Mo Tianxiao's mind a bit.
His Master had broad experience—if she said the calamity wasn't as exaggerated as imagined, then there was no need to be overly anxious.
Su Muxue's lips curled slightly. "As expected of Sister Liuli—you truly know so much."
"Young Mo, let me warn you: Sister Liuli isn't wrong, but if you let your guard down because of that, you might end up losing your life."
"The Yaochi Heavenly Palace's historical records mention a calamity that once reset the civilization of the Xuanhuang Realm, but that was the worst-case scenario. This era is a golden age, though the upper limit of cultivator strength is lower than in ancient times, so such an apocalyptic calamity shouldn't occur. Still, every calamity brings devastation to the Xuanhuang Realm. Use these twenty years to prepare well."
Mo Tianxiao fell into thought.
His Master dismissed the calamity with indifference, while Su Muyao described it as extremely dangerous. He didn't quite know whom to believe.
Forget it—he'd take it one step at a time. There were still twenty years.
Boom!!
At that moment, a burst of powerful energy erupted from the Time Tower within the Demon Sect, and Mo Tianxiao sensed it immediately.
"What's this...?"
"It seems my little disciple has broken through. I'll go take a look."
With that, Su Muyao's figure vanished.
"Senior Su's little disciple... is it Nannan?" Mo Tianxiao mused.
"Xiao Mozi."
"Huh?"
Hearing Yue Liuli call him, Mo Tianxiao turned to her. "Master, what is it?"
Yue Liuli extended her slender arm, her jade fingers gripping Mo Tianxiao's sleeve and pulling him closer. Her strength was such that he had no chance to resist.
"Master?"
Looking at her face—so close, with skin as fair as snow, seemingly ready to drip with moisture—Mo Tianxiao swallowed nervously, his tone carrying a hint of fear.
Yue Liuli tugged his sleeve down slightly, glancing at the crimson feather mark below his collarbone. A trace of red flickered in her eyes.
"Do you know who placed this mark on you?" Yue Liuli's gaze carried an odd edge.
Mo Tianxiao felt that his Master seemed different somehow, which inexplicably made his hair stand on end. His voice trembled slightly. "Master, a senior forced this mark on me. I don't know what it is, and I couldn't resist."
"That senior should be an ancestor of the Heavenly Demon Phoenix Clan."
"Master, could you examine it for me? Is this mark harmful in any way?" Mo Tianxiao looked at his Master tentatively.
Yue Liuli stared into Mo Tianxiao's eyes for a while. Seeing no sign of deceit, she slowly released him, her tone calm. "Keep it. It won't do you any harm."
The crimson and clarity in her pupils interwove continuously. Yue Liuli said softly, "You may go now. Get used to your new role. I'll have more important matters to entrust to you later."
"Yes."
Sensing that Yue Liuli's gaze was growing increasingly unsettling—as if she wanted to devour him—Mo Tianxiao decisively fled, avoiding any unpredictable incidents.
After Mo Tianxiao left, Yue Liuli frowned slightly. "What are you doing?"
"What am I doing? You're asking yourself that? Don't you know what I want?!"
"That damned bird dares to leave her mark on Tianxiao! She's provoking me!"
A sick, frantic voice echoed within Yue Liuli's body, its tone brimming with fury, as if about to burst out, find the culprit, and tear her to pieces.
"Let me out now. I want to wash Tianxiao clean."
"Wouldn't that only hurt him?"
"Every inch of Tianxiao belongs to me. So what if I hurt him? You bastard, you separated me from you and now you're playing pure. When other women snatch Tianxiao away, you'll be crying in a corner!"
The voice inside grew more and more abusive, causing Yue Liuli's brows to knit tightly.
Come to think of it... the number of women around Xiao Mozi did seem to have increased quite a bit...
Rumble!
As Mo Tianxiao arrived at the Demon Sect's main plaza, he saw many disciples staring at the figure above the Time Tower.
"Junior Sister Nannan has broken through."
Su Muxue looked at the silhouette, feeling a mix of emotions. As her senior sister, she had only just broken through to the Saint realm not long ago, and now little Nannan had caught up.
Still, she felt no envy. Entering the Saint realm meant cultivation would slow significantly. Training at this stage was mostly about comprehension: understanding the laws of heaven and earth, grasping the Great Dao.
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?"
nto another world, I bought a slave for the first time, never expecting the silver wolf girl to be so cute... Lin Feng: I know it's cold, but you don't have to sneak into my bed! Yuna: Just sharing body warmth, if you dare do anything naughty, I'll definitely...
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!
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?!
