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..."
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