After hearing Huangfu Yunteng’s explanation, Moke furrowed his brow slightly and carefully recalled Mo Tianxiao’s every move earlier. It did seem somewhat suspicious.
Since it was a life-saving trump card, how could it possibly require time to charge?
“Continue,” Moke urged Huangfu Yunteng.
Huangfu Yunteng nodded. “It’s easy to confirm this as well. We only need to send four or five Quasi-Emperors to harass them from time to time, pretending to launch an attack while actually testing whether the Demon Sect’s trump card is real.”
“Test them a few times. If they threaten us every time, then there’s a good chance they’re bluffing. And even if he really does possess such a trump card, he’ll still need time to prepare. We can simply find a way to kill him during that preparation period!”
Huangfu Yunteng’s eyes were filled with deep hatred. “Mo Tianxiao, the Demon Sect’s master, is growing at an astonishing rate, and he’s murderous by nature. With his personality, once he forms a grudge, he’ll surely remember all of you, my lords, and constantly look for opportunities to kill you.”
“I’m worried that the longer this drags on, the worse things will become for us. They’ve practically gathered all the human cultivators in the Xuanhuang Realm, including quite a number of Saint-realm cultivators. The longer we delay, the greater the chance that they’ll produce new Quasi-Emperors.”
“My lord, we can’t let them keep buying time!”
Huangfu Yunteng simply said whatever came to mind. He didn’t care whether Mo Tianxiao truly had a trump card or not. Sending the foreign races to test him was enough. All he knew was that the longer this dragged on, the harder it would be for him to take revenge.
Moke looked at Huangfu Yunteng’s anxious expression and fell into deep thought.
“The Xuanhuang Realm... truly is a tough bone to chew. If not for the suppression of the Heavenly Dao, the Shamo Clan would have sent Dao-Realm experts over to crush them directly long ago!”
“Just as he said, the five of you will go to the Demon Province once every three months and harass them, challenging the Quasi-Emperors of the Xuanhuang Realm. As soon as that brat draws his sword and threatens you, run.”
“Test whether he’s bluffing or not.”
“Yes, Young Master!”
The five foreign-race Quasi-Emperors nodded.
“As for the remaining Saint-realm cultivators, including those among the human race, all of you will come with me. I’ll use a secret technique of the Shamo Clan to increase your strength.”
As he spoke, Moke turned toward Huangfu Yunteng and asked, “Do you want to take revenge with your own hands?”
Huangfu Yunteng froze before instinctively nodding. “Yes!”
Moke smiled faintly. “Then come along.”
With that, Moke walked toward the distance, while the Saint-realm cultivators from the Shamo Clan and the human traitors followed behind him.
The human Saint-realm cultivators wore excited expressions. Was the foreign race finally going to value them? They were even willing to use a secret technique to increase their strength.
In the battles to come, only Quasi-Emperors could significantly turn the tide. Could it be that the Shamo Clan intended to use some ancient secret technique to raise them to the Quasi-Emperor Realm?
Time flew by, and more than twenty years passed.
The foreign races and the Xuanhuang Realm seemed to have reached a balance. Aside from five Quasi-Emperors arriving every few months to challenge the Quasi-Emperors of the Xuanhuang Realm, there had been almost no major battles.
During that period, Moke, the leader of the Shamo Clan, had not appeared even once. This gave Mo Tianxiao an ominous feeling.
Boom!
The moment Mo Tianxiao appeared on the battlefield with his sword in hand, the five foreign-race Quasi-Emperors immediately fled without the slightest hesitation.
“What exactly are these foreign races planning? They keep acting as if they’re going to fight, then refusing to fight. Are they just trying to mess with our heads?”
Sun Zhantian looked extremely displeased. Yue Tianxing and the others were equally confused about what the foreign races were trying to accomplish.
Master Tianji, however, seemed deep in thought. “They’ve behaved this way for more than twenty years. They’re probably testing Little Friend Mo’s trump card—or perhaps trying to gather other information. That foreign-race leader hasn’t appeared even once in all these years. He’s likely plotting something.”
“What if we go to the Eastern Region and investigate? If the foreign races are truly scheming something, we can stop them in advance,” Yue Tianxing suggested.
“Taking the initiative would be unwise. The foreign races have six Quasi-Emperors, while we have only four. Moreover, they have fewer men, and we don’t know where in the Eastern Region they’re hiding.”
“If they take advantage of our absence to infiltrate the Demon Province, wouldn’t we be falling for a diversionary tactic?”
Master Tianji rejected the proposal.
There were simply too many flaws in this plan. One careless move could bring about a catastrophe.
An Shouchang nodded. “For now, the best course of action is passive defense. Changsheng and the others should be entering the Quasi-Emperor Realm soon. Once they emerge from seclusion, the foreign races will no longer be a threat.”
“Waiting a little longer won’t hurt. But let’s make this clear in advance: when the time comes, I’ll deal with that foreign-race leader. You can handle the rest.”
Sun Zhantian had no objections to the group’s decision. He merely wanted to have a satisfying life-and-death battle with the foreign-race leader.
After discussing the matter for a while, the group returned to the Demon Sect.
The aura emanating from the Time Tower grew increasingly powerful, already surpassing the limits of the peak Saint King Realm. Clearly, someone was about to break through to the Quasi-Emperor Realm.
Over the past twenty years, Mo Tianxiao had not been idle. Every day, he had done everything in his power to profit from disasters, relentlessly squeezing out Villain Points.
Perhaps because of the tribulation, his various vile deeds had been magnified considerably. Even though the Xuanhuang Realm was suffering through a calamity, he had never forgotten his original intention. He continued cheating and extorting others as usual.
The many forces gathered in the Demon Province had practically all fallen victim to him. Not one had escaped being extorted.
[Name: Mo Tianxiao
Cultivation: Peak Sage Realm
Luck Rank: Black
Cultivation Technique: Demon Emperor Scripture (Eighth Layer+)
Artifacts: Nine Tribulations Immortal Origin Sword (Fourth Seal), Human Emperor Banner (Damaged)
Secondary Professions: Saint-grade Alchemist, Saint-grade Talisman Master, Saint-grade Formation Master, Saint-grade Artifact Refiner, Puppet Refinement
Secret Techniques: Immortal Dao Secret Technique—Stealing with a Flick of the Hand, Immortal Dao Secret Technique—Yin-Yang Reversal, Rankless Secret Technique—Blood Concealment
Divine Arts and Techniques: Great Annihilation Fist (True Rank), Eight Desolations Soaring Dragon Step (True Rank), Thousand-Sword Net (Dao Rank), Annihilation Sword Formation (Saint Rank), Immortal Dao Killing Move—Five-Finger Heart Sword (Immortal)
Villain Points: 40009578
Luck Value: 109000]
At the critical moment when the survival of the Xuanhuang Realm hung in the balance, Mo Tianxiao had remained true to his original purpose of squeezing out Villain Points. At last, he lit up the plus sign beside his cultivation technique once more.
At the peak of the Sage Realm, he was already capable of defeating the vast majority of Saint-realm cultivators. Although he had never tested himself in battle, he believed that if he used every means at his disposal, he could at least fight against late-stage Saint Kings—or even peak Saint Kings.
If he could break through to the peak Saint King Realm, he was absolutely confident that he could fight a Quasi-Emperor, and perhaps even kill one.
No matter what the foreign races were planning or plotting, it would all be meaningless before absolute strength.
Mo Tianxiao didn’t know when Gu Changsheng and the others would break through to the Quasi-Emperor Realm, but he could guarantee that he himself would reach the peak Saint King Realm within a dozen years or so.
With the help of the Time Tower, that period could be shortened to two years.
“Wan’er, your senior brother is going into seclusion to break through. Under normal circumstances, it should take about two years. During that time, you’ll take my place.”
“Remember, if anything goes wrong and we face an overwhelming crisis, focus on saving your life.”
“Rest assured, Senior Brother. Wan’er understands.”
After finding Nangong Wan and giving her a few instructions, Mo Tianxiao entered the Time Tower directly to begin his seclusion and attempt to break through to the Saint King Realm.
With the absolute strength to defeat his enemies, he had no desire to resort to schemes.
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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?!
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