“I never imagined Daoist Li’s combat prowess would be so overwhelming. You single-handedly defeated and killed four cultivators of the same realm. Liya is impressed.”
Liya suddenly appeared from the void. She had noticed Mo Tianxiao being targeted by four foreign cultivators at the Dao Master realm and had secretly followed him, intending to rescue him at a critical moment.
After all, a Dao Master realm cultivator could still be quite useful in the Voidland. Moreover, she still had plenty of questions that she wanted Mo Tianxiao to answer, so she naturally couldn’t simply stand by and watch him be killed.
But she never could have imagined that Mo Tianxiao would actually face four opponents of the same realm alone, killing all four without the slightest suspense. He had even displayed a full twelve supreme treasure-grade flying swords.
With such strength and such wealth, she couldn’t help but wonder: Was he truly from the so-called Spirit Continent? Could a lower plane she had never even heard of really possess so many resources?
“I wonder, Daoist Li, how did you discover me?”
Liya stepped onto the flying vessel and stared at Mo Tianxiao with her large, curious eyes.
She was a cultivator in the late Dao Master realm, while Mo Tianxiao, despite possessing combat strength far beyond that of his peers, was genuinely only in the early Dao Master realm.
In her view, Mo Tianxiao had been able to defeat four cultivators of the same realm largely because of the power of his treasures.
“My divine sense is slightly stronger than my cultivation would suggest. I merely happened to detect you. I didn’t expect it to be you, Daoist Liya.”
Mo Tianxiao pretended not to know.
“All right. Since you’ve discovered me, and we have some time now, let’s discuss the matter we agreed upon earlier.”
Liya gave Mo Tianxiao a meaningful look but did not press the issue. After all, everyone had some secrets, and being cautious was only natural.
“Please, Daoist Liya.”
Mo Tianxiao did not refuse. He invited Liya into a room.
Once the two of them were inside, they sat down. Liya gently waved her hand, isolating the room to prevent anyone from eavesdropping on their conversation.
Seeing this, Mo Tianxiao smiled faintly. “Daoist Liya, you’re being so cautious. Could it be that you’re about to tell me some great secret?”
The corners of Liya’s lips curved upward into a beautiful smile. With an intrigued look in her eyes, she stared at Mo Tianxiao and said, “It isn’t a secret to me, but it may not be the same for you, Daoist Li.”
“Oh? If we’re discussing matters concerning the Spirit Continent, I don’t think that should count as a secret.”
Mo Tianxiao had no idea what Liya meant. He simply felt that there was more to her words than met the eye.
Liya’s expression became slightly more serious. “I was only joking. Don’t take it to heart. Let’s get to the point. Tell me about the Spirit Continent. I’m very interested in it.”
She was genuinely curious about this top-tier lower plane that had produced someone like Mo Tianxiao. How could such an extraordinary lower plane have no records of it whatsoever?
“Let me think about where to begin.”
“Start with your cultivation journey. That will help me understand what kind of lower plane the Spirit Continent is. Then I can properly record the information.”
“All right. Then I’ll start from the moment I embarked on the path of cultivation.”
After a moment of silence, Mo Tianxiao began to fabricate his story.
“My journey on the path of cultivation began with an engagement being broken off…”
The story opened with an irresistible hook. Liya immediately straightened up, her interest piqued.
After all, she had an arranged marriage of her own and still had no idea what to do about it. Hearing about Mo Tianxiao’s experiences would give her something to learn from.
Without the slightest pause, Mo Tianxiao recounted how he had once been a good-for-nothing whose engagement was broken off, how he had then made a five-year pact, and how he had gradually risen to prominence, humiliating one opponent after another.
No one knew how much time had passed. The flying vessel had already returned to Tang Jin’s residence, yet Mo Tianxiao was still recounting his “own” incredibly inspiring story.
Tang Jin had no idea how much longer the two of them intended to talk, so he chose not to disturb them. Instead, he took Tang Shuang home and prepared to enter seclusion for a while, attempting to break through to the Saint King realm.
By the time Mo Tianxiao finished telling the story of how he had climbed up from the very bottom of the Spirit Continent through his own efforts, eventually becoming the strongest cultivator on the continent before ascending to the Voidland, only admiration remained in Liya’s eyes.
“You’re incredible! You actually went through so many things—and you’re even an alchemist!”
Liya sighed in amazement. She had never imagined that cultivators from lower planes could endure hardships so far beyond those of lucky people like her, who had been born into a powerful faction.
She was a cultivator in the late Dao Master realm, yet her entire life had been less eventful than that of a lower-plane cultivator.
“No wonder the Shamo Clan suffered at the hands of a lower-plane cultivator. They probably never took cultivators who ascended from lower planes seriously.”
Liya rested her hands on the table and propped up her chin, deep in thought.
Mo Tianxiao took a sip of spirit tea, his face calm. He was extremely satisfied with the story he had fabricated. He had even included the details of the broken engagement, so it should be impossible for her to grow suspicious.
Seeing Liya’s reaction, Mo Tianxiao finally felt completely at ease.
Since he had already ascended, everything concerning the Xuanhuang Realm could remain buried in his heart for the time being.
“Li Yu, would you say we’re friends now? I’ve never had a human friend before.”
Because the Feather Spirit Clan closely resembled humans, they did not harbor the same degree of hatred toward humanity as the other foreign races did.
Liya even hoped that one day, whether they were humans or members of other races, everyone could improve their relations a little instead of spending all their time fighting and killing one another.
Mo Tianxiao looked into Liya’s sincere green eyes and was slightly taken aback.
“Of course. I don’t mind becoming friends with the leader of this place.”
“What do you mean? Do you have to consider someone’s status before becoming friends with them?”
Liya was somewhat displeased.
Mo Tianxiao’s words reminded her of the many younger members from various races who had been sent to curry favor with her and befriend her simply because of the Feather Spirit Clan’s status.
Friendships built on benefits were not genuine friendships. Once the benefits disappeared, the relationship between the two would crumble like dried tofu, breaking apart with the slightest squeeze.
What she wanted was a pure friendship, one formed without any ulterior motive.
“I never expected Daoist Liya to be so innocent. That’s rather surprising.”
“Is that so?”
Liya suddenly revealed a sweet smile, and a faint glimmer flashed through her eyes.
“Brother Li, I feel that you’re not the sort of person who would deliberately befriend someone simply because of their status.”
On the contrary, he was exactly that sort of person!
“Why do you say that?”
“Because I can sense it. You’ll definitely become a good friend of mine. Even though you’ve been deceiving me all along, I can still tell that you’re a kind-hearted human.”
Liya spoke with absolute confidence.
Mo Tianxiao, however, was somewhat bewildered. He was beginning to have trouble understanding what Liya was saying.
“Daoist Liya, feelings can be deceptive. Besides, what do you mean by saying that This Li has been deceiving you all along?”
Mo Tianxiao put down his teacup and asked curiously.
The corners of Liya’s lips lifted slightly.
“I mean exactly that—you’ve been deceiving me. You’re not actually from some Spirit Continent, are you? Everything you told me about your past—the broken engagement, the five-year pact, all of it—you were lying, weren’t you?”
“Even your name is fake.”
Liya planted both hands on the table and slowly rose to her feet. Leaning forward, she looked down at Mo Tianxiao with a smile.
“Good friend, do I really look that easy to deceive?”
Mo Tianxiao: “……”
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?”
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pression Bureau] Transported to a fantasy world overrun by demons and monsters, Gu Qingfeng becomes a jailer in the Demon Suppression Prison of the Great Yan Dynasty's Demon Suppression Bureau. From this point on, bizarre cases frequently occur in the Demon Suppression Prison, once known as hell on earth and infamous for its gloomy, terrifying atmosphere! Why do the demons and monsters in the prison wail miserably every night? Why has the corpse demon, capable of transforming into various beauties, donned black stockings and switched careers to become a foot massage therapist? Why has the eye demon, expert in soul-snatching and illusions, turned into a VR headset? Why is the fox spirit performing otaku dances? Are all these occurrences a twisted expression of demonic nature, or a descent into moral depravity? After peeling away layer upon layer of mystery, all clues ultimately point to a jailer named Gu Qingfeng. Gu Qingfeng: "Hehehe... My dear demons and monsters, whose card shall we flip today?"
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."
