“What did you say?! How dare you speak to us like that?”
Mo Shan’s face turned livid as he rose from his seat. His cultivation, which surpassed the Dao-Proving Realm, surged forth like a raging storm, ready to crush everything in its path. But in the next instant, Lin Ruo casually waved her hand and dispersed it.
“Elder Mo Shan, calm down. There’s no need to lose your temper with a junior. It wouldn’t do your reputation any good if word got out.”
Lin Ruo had no intention of involving herself in this matter, but Mo Tianxiao and Liya were clinging tightly to each other. If she didn’t intervene, what if Mo Shan accidentally injured Little Ya?
What a cunning human brat.
That was Lin Ruo’s first impression of Mo Tianxiao. As expected of a human cultivator, he was both sly and quite bold.
“Hmph. For the sake of the Feather Spirit Clan, I’ll spare your life this time.”
Mo Shan flicked his sleeve. If they hadn’t been on the Feather Spirit Clan’s territory, he would certainly have shown this weak human the consequences of offending him.
“Elder Mo Shan, there’s no need to get angry. He’s nothing more than a clown. We’ll have plenty of opportunities to deal with him later.”
Mo Xingtian’s words echoed in Mo Shan’s mind, and Mo Shan gave a slight nod.
“A human who can only flaunt his sharp tongue is nothing special. I imagine you came here for the matter concerning the ancient realm of the Moyuan Clan as well. Let’s see if you can remain this confident when the time comes.”
At those words, Mo Tianxiao’s eyelid twitched.
So the Shamo Clan had come for the Moyuan Star Ore as well?
“Several elders, take our guests from the Shamo Clan downstairs to rest. Liya and this young friend Mo, stay behind. There are some things I’d like to ask the two of you.”
Upon hearing this, several elders of the Feather Spirit Clan immediately rose with beaming smiles and invited Mo Shan and Mo Xingtian along.
“Please follow us, honored guests.”
“Hmph.”
Mo Shan and Mo Xingtian rose to their feet and left with the elders.
As Mo Xingtian passed by Liya and Mo Tianxiao, his gaze fell upon Mo Tianxiao, the disdain in his eyes utterly undisguised.
Mo Tianxiao, however, kept his eyes fixed straight ahead and never once glanced at either of the two Shamo clan members.
Liya lifted her chin, revealing her fair, swanlike neck, and let out a delicate snort. Her sensual lips puckered ever so slightly, making her look exactly like a proud white swan.
It was obvious that she truly disliked Mo Xingtian.
Although the two of them—one white and one black—made quite a striking pair, Mo Tianxiao could understand Liya’s feelings. After all, the Shamo clan’s looks really could not compare with the beauty of the Feather Spirit clan.
After everyone had left, only the three of them remained in the empty hall.
Lin Ruo lowered her eyes to the two of them. “Are you two still going to keep up the act?”
“Hehe, as expected of Mother. I knew I couldn’t fool you.”
Liya giggled as she released Mo Tianxiao’s arm and hurried over to stand beside Lin Ruo, her face brimming with smiles as she spoke in a coquettish tone:
“Mother, you don’t want your daughter to marry that Mo Xingtian fellow either, do you?
“Those Shamo clan members are crude and unreasonable. They stir up wars everywhere and seize resources by force. If the Feather Spirit clan became entangled with them, wouldn’t that ruin our reputation?”
“I really don’t know why Grandfather made a marriage agreement with the Shamo clan back then. It’s so annoying.”
Lin Ruo affectionately rubbed Liya’s head and said gently, “It was something he had no choice but to do. Don’t blame your grandfather. But since you don’t want to marry Mo Xingtian, your mother naturally won’t force you.”
“However, for the sake of appearances, I can’t handle this too bluntly. So, let you younger generation resolve the matter yourselves.”
Lin Ruo turned to Mo Tianxiao and asked, “Since you chose to help Little Ya, I assume you’re prepared as well.”
“Cough, cough. Senior, there’s something I don’t know whether I should say.”
Mo Tianxiao hurriedly cut in.
He hadn’t prepared for this at all. He had been tricked into coming here.
After spending all these years milking Liya for villain points, he had thought he already had her completely under control. He never imagined that he, too, would have a day when he got played.
“Little Friend Mo, say whatever is on your mind.”
“Mother, Brother Mo just got here and hasn’t adjusted yet. I’ll take him to rest first. We can talk about anything else later.”
As soon as she finished speaking, Liya rushed to Mo Tianxiao’s side, covered his mouth with her small, fair hand, and swiftly dragged him away.
“???”
Mo Tianxiao’s eyes widened, and he was just about to resist. But when he saw that Lin Ruo had no intention of stopping them, he realized that even if he told her he wasn’t leaving voluntarily, it probably wouldn’t make any difference.
As Liya’s mother, Lin Ruo had likely seen long ago that he had been kept in the dark as well and knew nothing about this.
Since that was the case, Mo Tianxiao stopped resisting.
Whatever. He was tired.
And so Liya dragged him away, leaving him with no choice but to cast one last helpless glance at the senior.
[Name: Lin Ruo
Cultivation: Late-stage Upper Ruler Realm
Fortune Level: Gold
Information: The youngest clan leader of the Feather Spirit Clan, possessing immense strength and a broad mind. Currently single. Cao Thief’s Ultimate Target...]
Late-stage Upper Ruler Realm?
Was the Ruler Realm the realm above Proving the Dao?
After learning about Liya’s mother’s strength and identity, as well as her dazzling golden fortune level, Mo Tianxiao relaxed slightly.
Another family of children of providence.
With this kind of backing, at least he wouldn’t have to worry about the Shama Clan playing dirty tricks within the Feather Spirit Clan. But…
What did “Cao Thief’s Ultimate Target” mean...?
Meanwhile.
Mo Shan and Mo Xingtian, however, looked far from pleased.
“Who would’ve thought that Lin Ruo, that detestable woman, had already broken through to the late stage of the High Sovereign Realm? The Feather Spirit Clan truly cannot be underestimated.”
“She’s nothing more than a widow. So what if she possesses such cultivation? As long as we deal with Liya, the Feather Spirit Clan will still be ours for the taking. Father is already in seclusion, attempting to break through to the consummate stage of the High Sovereign Realm. Once he succeeds—and I marry Liya—the vast Feather Spirit Clan and its boundless Feather Spirit Starfield will become nothing more than the backyard of our Shamo Clan.”
“The Feather Spirit Clan has friends everywhere. We need to consider this carefully and proceed cautiously.”
Mo Shan was fairly level-headed. It was far too unrealistic to think they could annex the enormous Feather Spirit Clan and its boundless starfield through a single marriage alliance.
“This matter isn’t urgent for now. The most important thing is to find the Demonic Origin Star Ore in that Ancient World. Only by obtaining the Demonic Origin Star Ore can Moke’s losses in the Xuanhuang Realm be made up for.”
At the mention of Moke, a pained expression appeared on Mo Xingtian’s face. “Damn those cultivators from the Xuanhuang Realm. Sooner or later, I’ll make every last one of you pay the price.”
“Xingtian, what do you think of that human brat from earlier today?” Mo Shan asked.
A weak human had actually dared to defy a cultivator of the Sovereign Realm like him. Either the boy had something wrong with his head, or he had some kind of backing.
“Hmph. He’s nothing but a useless early-stage Dao Master. Once we enter the Ancient World, I can crush him with one hand. A lowly ant like him thinks he’s worthy of competing with me for Liya?”
Mo Xingtian did not regard Mo Tianxiao in the slightest.
After all, from his lofty position, he had seen every kind of genius there was. He himself was among the strongest of those countless prodigies—someone who could be said to have few, if any, equals within the same realm.
A mere human at the Dao Master realm was not even worthy of being called an ant in his eyes.
Even if he knew Mo Tianxiao’s true cultivation level, his opinion probably would not change.
Mo Shan nodded in agreement with Mo Xingtian’s assessment. “Though that human brat gives me a strange feeling, he is ultimately just an ant. Liya probably found him at random to use as a shield.”
After cultivating the Primordial Unfettered God-Demon Art, even experts of the Dominion realm were unable to see through Mo Tianxiao’s true cultivation level.
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?”
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."
ng to die together with you." Lin Xuan is dead, his body thrown into the river by his scumbag lover and her accomplice. She, the president of the Su Group, is decisive, ruthless, and ice-cold. For three days and three nights, she had his body fished out of the river, and without hesitation, she kissed the bloated corpse of Lin Xuan. She laid down beside him in a cold coffin, their fingers intertwined, a smile lingering on her lips as she closed her eyes. The noble and cold-hearted woman, only bending for one man—Lin Xuan. Lin Xuan, with his golden finger, is reborn and returns to the day of his wedding to the treacherous woman. Su Qiang comes to steal the bride. Lin Xuan's eyes light up, eager to pledge his loyalty on the spot, but instead, her kiss transfers a glass of drugged wine into his mouth, causing him to pass out... 【Male Protagonist with Single Female Lead】【Yandere Tycoon】【Action-Packed】【True vs. Fake Heir】
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.
