“Another little flower from a major power. Our luck is truly excellent.”
The three masked cultivators watched Mo Tianxiao walk up to greet them, a sight they hadn’t seen in a long time.
“Why would the Netherworld Demonic Sect send a Nascent Soul Level 3 weakling to this secret realm? I really don’t get it.”
The three had clearly recognized Mo Tianxiao’s appearance. After all, the incident between him and Xiao Fan before entering the realm had made many people remember him.
Moreover, he was a disciple of the top-tier Netherworld Demonic Sect.
“He’s probably the offspring of some elder in the sect, using his status to steal someone else’s spot just to come out and see the world. But since you’ve run into us, don’t think you’re leaving in one piece.”
The three masked cultivators stepped forward to surround Mo Tianxiao, their eyes full of mockery. “Kid, hand over your spatial ring, then get lost along with this little princess from the Ten Thousand Mountains.”
“Little princess from the Ten Thousand Mountains?”
Mo Tianxiao stroked his chin, ignoring the threats. His gaze shifted to Huang Xiaoyao, who was sitting on the ground with a wronged expression in her eyes.
He remembered that the Ten Thousand Mountains was the territory of spirit beasts, which meant this little girl was a beast kin.
“Didn’t you hear us? Hand over the spatial ring now, or your fate will be just like this beast’s!”
“You should be thankful we’re inside a secret realm. If we met you in the outside world, it wouldn’t be as simple as just handing over a ring.”
“Oh? What happens if I meet you in the outside world?”
Mo Tianxiao turned his gaze toward the three. Their revealed cultivation bases were all at the ninth level of the Transformation Stage. However, they seemed to have only recently reached the ninth level and hadn’t attained the peak yet.
Since the secret realm had only been open for two days, the fact that these three could find each other and form an alliance meant they were somewhat lucky and clever.
Activating his Surveying Eye, he saw that all three had purple-grade luck, making them geniuses in their own right. In a second-rate sect, they would be considered top-tier.
“The outside world? If you met us there, you’d be out of luck. Not only would you leave your belongings, but you’d leave your life too. People from major powers are always so protective. Those of us who specialize in robbing disciples of big sects have to be cautious—we leave no witnesses.”
Facing Mo Tianxiao’s question, the masked cultivator seemed to be in a good mood and kindly explained.
“You’re just going to say that so easily? Aren’t you afraid I’ll tell my sect elders after I leave and have them hunt you down?”
A flicker of interest appeared on Mo Tianxiao’s face. Murder, arson, and robbery—these were the favorite pastimes of demonic cultivators.
“Don’t worry. As long as precious disciples like you don’t die in this secret realm, no one will investigate to the end. Being robbed here only proves a lack of strength. No sect is going to demand justice for a disciple over something like this.”
Hearing this, Mo Tianxiao fell into thought. “You’ve actually given me a good reminder.”
Rather than slowly searching for opportunities in the secret realm, it was better to just snatch them from others.
Surely no one would go home and tattle to their parents just because they were robbed due to a lack of strength...
Swish!
“Enough nonsense! Hand over the spatial ring and stop wasting our time.”
One of the masked cultivators drew a longsword and pointed it at Mo Tianxiao. “Don’t force us to get violent.”
“Fair enough. The talking is over. You can all head to the afterlife now.”
Mo Tianxiao shifted his stance, frantically circulating the Demonic Emperor Scripture. He clenched his fist, and black-gold patterns surged across his entire arm. A terrifying power erupted instantly, causing the surrounding space to tremble.
He threw a sudden, violent punch at the masked cultivator on his left. Caught off guard by Mo Tianxiao’s sudden outburst, the man had no time to react as the fist, radiating a boundless aura, enlarged in his vision.
Bang!!
In an instant, the masked cultivator’s head exploded. Red and white matter splattered everywhere. A Transformation Stage Level 9 cultivator didn’t even get a chance to react before he was finished.
Only a soul remained floating in the air, eyes glazed over in confusion.
“You hid your cultivation!?”
The other two felt the aura Mo Tianxiao had suddenly unleashed. Their pupils shrank, and they immediately retreated, faces pale with horror.
“You sinister, cunning bastard!”
After putting some distance between them, the two masked men were filled with rage.
“Idiot,” Mo Tianxiao cursed calmly. Then, he pulled out the Nine Tribulations Holy Sword and swung it at the two.
Although he couldn’t unleash the full power of the Nine Tribulations Holy Sword in this realm, its sheer durability was far beyond any other weapon.
Clang!!
After a few basic sword techniques, Mo Tianxiao quickly hacked the two to death.
No technique, just pure raw stats provided by the Great Emperor technique.
After killing the three, Mo Tianxiao didn’t hesitate. He sucked their souls into the Human Emperor Banner, adding three Transformation Stage cultivators to its ranks.
“Pah!”
Collecting their spatial rings, Mo Tianxiao spat on the ground. “Talking to a demonic cultivator like me about being sinister and cunning? With brains like yours, you have the nerve to come out and rob people?”
An idiot would have realized that no sect would bring a disciple who was truly only at the Nascent Soul stage.
Well, except for the Netherworld Demonic Sect...
After all, the Demonic Sect did things their own way; it was only natural for them to be a bit unconventional.
[Killed three purple-luck cultivators. Act fits the behavior of a villain. Villain Points +1500! Luck Points +300!]
The sudden system notification in his mind made Mo Tianxiao pause.
Luck Points!
This was the first time he had obtained Luck Points. Was it because the three of them had purple-grade luck?
So he could get Luck Points this way too? This damn system hadn’t told him before. It probably just wanted him to focus on the Children of Fortune, didn’t it?
After dealing with the three robbers, Mo Tianxiao turned and walked toward the still-bound Huang Xiaoyao.
She was currently staring at him with her large, watery eyes, looking dazed. She hadn’t yet processed what had just happened.
She couldn’t understand why a seemingly weak man—who appeared to be only at the Nascent Soul stage and should have been robbed just like her—had suddenly exploded with such power and killed the enemies.
For some reason, she felt the human world was very complicated.
“Hey, are you okay?”
Mo Tianxiao untied the black rope. He looked at it for a moment, then tossed it into his own spatial ring.
“I... I’m fine. Thank you. You’re a good person.”
Hearing this, Mo Tianxiao’s lips twitched. Why was she giving him a good person card right off the bat?
Huang Xiaoyao stood up and stared at Mo Tianxiao with wide eyes. “Can I follow you for now?”
“Of course. I was just worried about not having anyone to talk to.”
Mo Tianxiao accepted readily. “This spatial ring is yours, right? Here, take it back.”
He returned the spatial ring to Huang Xiaoyao. While he was at it, he glanced at her status, and his eyes suddenly lit up.
Name: Huang Xiaoyao
Cultivation: Transformation Stage Level 7
Luck Level: Golden (Auspicious Being)
Aptitude: Nine Heavens Divine Phoenix Bloodline (Unawakened)
Profile: The youngest daughter of the Beast Emperor of the Ten Thousand Mountains. She is just a spirit beast loli a few hundred years old. She has never experienced the cruelty of the world and is pure-minded. Very easy to deceive~
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