Several months passed in the blink of an eye, and Lan Qin’s refinement had reached its final stage.
The purification of the materials had proceeded flawlessly. As a Venerable-grade artifact refiner, Lan Qin naturally encountered no major problems during the subsequent stages of refinement.
Boom!
The auras of a hundred completely different laws surged outward, forming a terrifying storm of laws that blasted toward the void above the heavens. In an instant, the sky shattered, leaving behind a massive hollow.
A delicate scepter floated before Lan Qin. Its tip was inlaid with a hundred small stones of different colors, each radiating a dazzling, blinding halo.
Every color represented a different law. The might emanating from the scepter made all the cultivators present turn their gazes toward it.
“Is this the high-grade Earth-law treasure recorded in our clan’s history—the Law Scepter!?”
“It can unleash attacks containing over a hundred different laws, and its power is terrifyingly formidable. With this treasure, the strength of our Feather Spirit Clan will surely rise to another level!”
“It really succeeded! Brother Mo has rendered a tremendous service this time. Mother, you must not go back on your promise to Brother Mo!”
When Liya, Xuan Bingji, and the others saw that the treasure had been successfully refined, delighted smiles appeared on their faces.
A trace of joy also shone between Lin Ruo’s brows. “Do you really have so little faith in your mother? Since I gave my word, I naturally won’t go back on it. From this day forward, Little Friend Mo will be the Feather Spirit Clan’s most honored guest and will enjoy the same treatment as an elder within the clan.”
She had not expected the treasure to be refined successfully either. More importantly, one portion of the materials remained. This meant that the Feather Spirit Clan might be able to obtain two high-grade Earth-law treasures in one go.
“How is this possible?! Why would that damnable human ruin the Shamo Clan’s plans?!”
Mo Xingtian’s gaze was so sinister that it seemed almost tangible. In his heart, he had already cursed Mo Tianxiao’s ancestors for eighteen generations.
The Feather Spirit Clan’s increased strength meant that the Shamo Clan’s chances of successfully carrying out its plan would be reduced. How could that not drive him into a fury?
This was a grand scheme the Shamo Clan had been laying out for tens of thousands of years. Yet, at the most crucial moment, some damnable human had appeared out of nowhere and disrupted their plans!
Humans—again, humans!
The last time, the humans of the Xuanhuang Realm had made the Shamo Clan suffer a setback. The Shamo Clan had not yet found an opportunity to take revenge, and now another human cultivator had emerged to antagonize them.
Mo Xingtian now hated humanity to the core. He wished he could immediately mobilize the entire clan to attack the human world and slaughter every one of those insignificant, meddlesome humans.
“Thank you, Senior.”
Mo Tianxiao had expected this and accepted the Feather Spirit Clan’s gift without the slightest hesitation.
A human cultivator at the Dao Master Realm had suddenly become an elder of a foreign race. The feeling made him feel like a true light of humanity.
There was still one portion of the materials left, but Lan Qin did not have Mo Tianxiao assist her in completing the refinement in one uninterrupted effort. Instead, she put the materials away and went over to Lin Ruo and the others.
“Patriarch, I would like to wait until I have truly become a mid-grade Venerable artifact refiner before attempting to refine the final portion. What do you think?”
“That’s fine. Communicate with Little Friend Mo more often. I believe it won’t be long before you break through your bottleneck.”
Lin Ruo naturally had no objections. Being able to successfully refine one treasure was already an excellent outcome.
At that, Lan Qin’s gaze settled on Mo Tianxiao. She looked at him as though he were some priceless treasure, making him intensely uncomfortable.
“Little one, I look forward to working with you from now on.”
The corner of Mo Tianxiao’s cheek twitched. He cupped his hands and said, “My abilities hardly qualify me to give you any pointers. If anything, it should be Elder Lan giving me pointers.”
“So modest~”
Lan Qin shot Mo Tianxiao a meaningful look, then turned and left him with a final remark.
“Once I’ve adjusted my condition for a few days, I’ll come back and have a proper exchange with you, Little one. You’d better be ready~”
After Lan Qin left, quite a few elders of the Yuling Clan came over to greet Mo Tianxiao.
“Fellow Daoist Mo, you truly are a prodigy. The Yuling Clan owes you a great deal this time, and we will certainly remember your kindness.”
“Why call him Fellow Daoist Mo? From now on, he should be Elder Mo!”
“Elder Mo, we look forward to working with you. If you need anything, don’t hesitate to come to us!”
Faced with the sudden warmth of so many Yuling Clan elders, Mo Tianxiao could only smile along with them. “Of course, of course...”
Sure enough, no matter where one went, only strength earned recognition.
After dealing with the various elders, Mo Tianxiao was pulled away by Liya and Xuan Bingji for a private celebration. Only Mo Xingtian was left behind, his lonely and desolate figure looking especially miserable.
“Damn it. I have to send word back and have Father make preparations in advance!”
At the thought of Mo Tianxiao, Mo Xingtian’s face darkened until it seemed capable of dripping water. Yet in the Yuling Clan’s territory, there was nothing he could do. All he could do was leave unwillingly and wait for word from his father.
Meanwhile, things were entirely different on the other side.
“Brother Mo! Have a cup of the Yuling Clan’s specially brewed spirit wine! I guarantee it’ll send you soaring!”
Liya’s face was flushed as she held one of Mo Tianxiao’s hands and kept urging him to drink.
She was overjoyed that Mo Tianxiao had won the Yuling Clan’s recognition. It proved that her judgment had been absolutely right.
Mo Tianxiao finished the wine Liya handed him, only for another cup to arrive from the other side.
Xuan Bingji wore a faint smile, her eyes cool as she brought the cup directly to Mo Tianxiao’s lips. “Fellow Daoist Mo made quite a splash today. This is worth celebrating!”
“Bingji misjudged you before, Fellow Daoist Mo. I never expected your cultivation to be so-so while your abilities were so impressive. The three of us are drinking until we drop today!”
Xuan Bingji seemed to have had a little too much to drink as well. When she saw Liya clinging to Mo Tianxiao’s other arm, a trace of displeasure showed on her flushed face.
Greedy human. You might as well drink yourself to death!
“Cough, cough, cough! This wine packs quite a punch! I can’t drink any more. It wouldn’t be good if I got drunk.”
Mo Tianxiao could feel the potency of the Yuling Clan’s spirit wine. His entire body burned fiercely, as if a raging fire had been kindled inside him, and he could barely suppress it.
Liya, however, paid no attention and continued gulping down the wine. Her eyes were hazy, and her voice grew indistinct. “N-no problem! This wine is good for you. Don’t be scared! There’s no harm in getting drunk here. Surely nothing dangerous could happen!”
Liya draped one arm over Mo Tianxiao’s shoulder. With the other, she raised the wine jug and thumped it heavily against her chest, setting off wave after wave of movement and making Mo Tianxiao feel even more strongly that this wine packed far more of a punch than he had imagined.
Other than his master’s wine, he had never encountered any liquor that could make him hallucinate. Why were there two mountains swaying before his eyes?
Smack.
He had no idea what the Feather Spirit Clan’s spiritual wine was made from, but even a cultivator at the perfected Dao Mastery Realm like him couldn’t withstand it. As for Liya and Xuan Bingji, they were even more thoroughly drunk, collapsing onto Mo Tianxiao and snoring away.
No one knew how much time had passed.
Mo Tianxiao felt as if his body weighed a thousand pounds, as though he were being pinned down by a ghost. His consciousness seemed to have awakened, yet his body refused to move.
It also seemed that something cold and smooth was poking his face.
“Hey, little one, wake up. Time to get up. You’ve all been asleep for three days and three nights!”
“Hmm?”
Mo Tianxiao opened his eyes groggily. The first thing he saw was a delicate face, a pair of green eyes gazing down at him with an amused smile.
Elder Lan was leaning over him, poking his cheek with one finger.
“Elder Lan?”
Mo Tianxiao tried to sit up, only to realize that something was weighing him down. Taking a closer look, he saw that Liya and Xuan Bingji were each hugging one of his arms, with half their bodies sprawled across him. They were sleeping like a pair of pigs.
“Ahem! Elder Lan, don’t misunderstand! It’s not what it looks like...”
“No need to explain. You young people—I understand~” Lan Qin looked at Mo Tianxiao meaningfully and covered her mouth with a quiet laugh.
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?!
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?”
e, Immortal Body, Transmigration, System, Progression Fantasy, Academy Setting, Third-Person Perspective. Alternate Title: Transmigrating into a High Martial World and Reading Live Comments. Bad news: I transmigrated. This is a terrifying high-martial world, and my original, pathetically weak body fell into a coma and never woke up. Good news: I got a Popularity Points system upon arrival. I can see live comments and even create an unkillable alternate identity. Starting out, the alternate identity has all stats at 1. The system tells me that to grow stronger, I must participate in the plot, gain popularity points to allocate stats and grow stronger, and ultimately awaken my original body. And so, carrying my original body on my back, I officially entered Huaqing Academy, where the story's protagonist resides. From that moment on, Chen Guan kicked the original plot to pieces. Live Comments: [Doesn't anyone find this mysterious coffin guy creepy? He can summon indescribable grey misty hands.] [Is this guy a hero or a villain? What kind of onion became a spirit?] [By the way, does anyone know who's in the coffin? Shouldn't the debt for saving his life be repaid by now?] [According to unofficial histories, the person in the coffin was Chen Guan's first love. Their love was once passionate and earth-shattering, but they were separated by life and death due to worldly circumstances. What a star-crossed pair.] ... Years later, the world knew of a demon god born from a coffin, shrouded in grey mist, impossible to gaze upon directly. His foremost divine emissary often wielded a scythe, reaping lives like the god of death. As war approached, facing former friends and a boundless sea of enemies, Chen Guan merely raised his scythe. "Would you like to dance as well?"
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."
