Wuxin's sudden approach and greeting took Mo Tianxiao aback for a moment, but he quickly recovered. "Of course. Mo Tianxiao of the Netherworld Demon Sect."
As the saying goes, you don't slap a smiling face.
Regardless of what Wuxin's motives were, given his polite attitude, Mo Tianxiao felt there was no harm in getting to know him.
"Although Xiao Fan possesses excellent aptitude, he is still young and lacks foresight in his actions. If he has offended you in the past, I hope Benefactor Mo can be forgiving."
Wuxin looked at Mo Tianxiao with a smile, his eyes carrying a profound meaning, as if telling him that he already knew who had framed Xiao Fan.
In response, Mo Tianxiao simply spread his hands. "You really should teach Xiao Fan how to behave. He is a disciple of the Great Leiyin Temple, after all; doing such petty and sneaky things simply won't do."
He knew exactly what Wuxin meant—wasn't the monk just trying to test if he was the mastermind behind the scenes?
At times like this, playing dumb was the best strategy.
Among all the cultivators present, who wasn't an old fox that had lived for hundreds or even thousands of years? They had surely noticed something was amiss long ago.
But so what? Ask Huang Xiaoyao for compensation?
She was the little princess of the Hundred Thousand Mountains, and she firmly insisted that she was deceived, with a Heavenly Dao oath to back it up. How could anyone have the nerve to demand compensation from her?
No one wanted to offend the completely unified demonic beasts of the Hundred Thousand Mountains over such a trivial matter.
Since she declared the culprit was Xiao Fan, the identity of the real culprit no longer mattered. They just needed to solidify the fact that Xiao Fan was the guilty party.
Nobody cared who the real culprit was; the cultivators present only cared about whether they could recover their losses.
Since the Great Leiyin Temple agreed to compensate them, they would happily step down the ladder offered, do the Great Leiyin Temple a favor, and get some benefits in return. Why wouldn't they?
However, Mo Tianxiao was a bit surprised. This monk Wuxin really had some skills to actually suspect him. Truly worthy of being the contemporary Buddhist Son, his level was much higher than Xiao Fan's.
"That is natural. After we return, we will properly discipline Xiao Fan."
Seeing Mo Tianxiao answer like this, Wuxin stopped testing him.
"If Benefactor Mo ever visits the Western Regions in the future, you are welcome to be a guest at the Great Leiyin Temple."
"It would be my pleasure."
After casually exchanging a few more words, Wuxin returned to Xiao Fan's side, quietly waiting for the final inheritance to open.
Most of the surrounding cultivators also began to sit cross-legged to adjust their conditions. The upcoming Emperor's opportunity was the real main course.
Even if they couldn't become the Void Emperor's inheritor, there were still many great opportunities waiting for them.
"Senior Brother, did Xiao Fan really rob so many people? Looking at him, something seems off."
Nangong Wan asked Mo Tianxiao curiously.
She was quite happy that Xiao Fan was beaten up for framing her Senior Brother, but she just felt that something wasn't quite right.
Based on her understanding of Xiao Fan, although his character was poor and his morals were low, he didn't seem like a brainless person.
"Junior Sister, there is no need to concern yourself with these things. Prepare yourself well; the next part is the main event. You must obtain the Void Emperor's inheritance."
Mo Tianxiao pinched her fair and tender little face, reminding her.
"Rest assured, Senior Brother, I am confident!"
Nangong Wan clenched her delicate fists, a hint of confidence shining in her eyes. Her cultivation base might not be the highest here, but she was definitely the most hopeful candidate to obtain this Emperor's inheritance.
"Senior Brother, Senior Sister, rest assured, I will do my absolute best to help you!"
Gu Bufan, who was standing to the side, spoke up to express his determination.
Hearing this, Mo Tianxiao reached out and patted his shoulder, saying meaningfully, "Good, I believe in you, Junior Brother Bufan."
As a favored son of heaven with a red destiny level, Mo Tianxiao naturally didn't dare to underestimate him. In this secret realm, Gu Bufan's danger level was probably even higher than Xiao Fan's; who knew when this guy might stab them in the back.
The fangs of the Supreme Dao Sect could be exposed at any time.
On the other side, Su Muxue of the Jade Pool Heavenly Palace was just about to find Huang Xiaoyao for a private chat when a magnificent voice resounded from the void, entering everyone's ears.
"Are there only a little over twenty people left this time?"
Hearing this voice, many cultivators stood up one after another, a trace of joy appearing on their faces. The great opportunity was finally here!
A very young-looking phantom floated in mid-air, its gaze fixed on all the cultivators below.
Seeing this, the surrounding cultivators cupped their hands and bowed as if meeting a god. "We pay our respects to the Emperor!"
Below the Emperor, all are ants.
In today's world, Emperors hardly ever appeared. For ordinary cultivators, wanting to see an Emperor was as difficult as ascending to the heavens.
But now, standing in front of them was a bona fide Emperor.
"Hahaha, there is no need to be overly courteous. It is just a wisp of a divided soul."
The Emperor's phantom slightly raised his hand, and everyone felt an irresistible force lifting them up.
Just a wisp of an Emperor's soul could render them completely unable to resist. Wasn't this the exact realm that cultivators all over the world painstakingly pursued in their quest for the Dao and immortality?
"I am a wisp of the Void Emperor's divided soul, waiting here for the fated one. Anyone who wishes to obtain the opportunity must accept a test. If you pass the test, you can obtain various opportunities left here by the Void Emperor, and perhaps even the Emperor's inheritance.
But if you fail the assessment, you might perish and your Dao will vanish. Everyone, think clearly before deciding whether to participate in the assessment.
Those unwilling to take the risk will receive a Dragon Blood Ginseng, and I shall send you out of the secret realm."
After the Void Emperor's divided soul finished speaking, he fell silent, leaving time for everyone to consider.
"Legend has it that this Dragon Blood Ginseng grows in places where true dragons have fallen. It contains the blood of a true dragon and is enough to let us break through to the next major realm!"
"I quit!"
"I quit too!"
Many cultivators whose lifespans were nearing their end decisively chose to withdraw. With this Dragon Blood Ginseng, they could live for many more years.
They knew their own limits. The Emperor's inheritance would absolutely not choose them, and they might not even pass the assessment. Rather than fighting for an illusory Emperor's treasure and ending up dead, it was better to play it safe.
As many people withdrew, the Void Emperor's divided soul did not try to dissuade them. Instead, he bestowed a ball of light upon these people and then waved his hand to send them out.
"As for those remaining, congratulations, you have passed the first test. One Dragon Blood Ginseng for each of you."
The Void Emperor's divided soul waved his hand again, and a red ginseng—no, it should be called a blood-colored dragon ginseng—appeared in the hands of the remaining dozen or so cultivators.
Looking at the dragon-shaped blood ginseng in his hand, Mo Tianxiao's gaze evaluated this Void Emperor.
This Emperor is rather interesting; I wonder if he is still alive.
"Thank you, Emperor!"
The other cultivators accepted the Dragon Blood Ginseng and hurriedly gave their thanks.
"We cultivators explore the Great Dao and go against the heavens. If one fears death and danger, the path of cultivation will inevitably be fraught with difficulties at every step."
The Void Emperor's divided soul looked at the remaining cultivators, a satisfied smile appearing on his face.
"You are all very good."
"For the upcoming assessment, you can only rely on yourselves. Do your best, and I wish you success."
The Void Emperor's divided soul gently waved his hand, and everyone's figures vanished, teleported to the assessment grounds.
"There are quite a few good seedlings this time. I wonder if anyone will be able to obtain the inheritance..."
for mindless slaughter, this isn't for you.] My name is Ye Shu, and I'm a transmigrator. It seems I'm supposed to be the protagonist, but that feels pretty unlikely. This world has been invaded by a system. The antagonists on the other side have suddenly become pure, flawless saints. The female leads have been force-fed the so-called "original plot," making them think they've been reborn. Now, everyone thinks I'm scum. Including the old lady in my ring. And here I am, in the Monster Beast Mountain Range, braising pork. To put my situation in perspective— It's as if, the moment Xiao Yan stepped into the Monster Beast Mountain Range, the Soul Emperor already knew he would become the Flame Emperor, and Yao Lao had been turned to the enemy's side. I have nothing right now. Oh wait, that's not true. I do have a white-haired loli child-bride who's the Heavenly Dao, and her only skill is acting cute. So, tell me guys... what are my chances of making it to the end?
lity and could only live as an ordinary mortal. He only wished to live a peaceful life. Yet he didn't know— The dog he adopted, because it ate his food, became a legendary demon king. The kitchen knife he casually forged became a peerless divine weapon, causing numerous experts to fight desperately for it. The young disciple he took in became an immortal lord that led an era, due to cultivating the techniques Ye Feng taught him. Even the skeletons he looked down on the most were ominous demon kings that suppressed countless worlds. Many years later, looking at the void shattered with a punch, Ye Feng murmured to himself: It turns out the peerless kings were myself all along...
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?!
