In the blink of an eye, more than four thousand years had passed since Mo Tianxiao began expanding his enterprises throughout the Feather Spirit Star Domain.
Over that time, the Feather Spirit Clan had grown from its initial Pill Hall to establish Talisman Halls, Formation Halls, and Artifact Refining Halls.
What began as a lucrative business within the Feather Spirit Star System had spread across more than half the Feather Spirit Star Domain. Throughout the entire domain, any faction with even a modicum of influence knew of the astonishing effects of the human-made products produced by the Feather Spirit Clan.
Inside Mo Tianxiao’s private lounge within the Feather Spirit Clan, two figures were pressed close together, and the atmosphere in the room was wonderfully intimate.
“Brother Mo, is this really all right? If Mother finds out we’re doing this... will she be angry?”
Liya leaned against Mo Tianxiao’s chest, her delicate face flushed red. Her eyes brimmed with admiration and shyness.
“Who was the one who initially dragged me in as a shield? And now you’re embarrassed? We’re merely turning an act into reality. Why would Senior Lin Ruo be angry? I think she’s quite satisfied with me.
“Who knows? Perhaps Senior Lin Ruo has long been looking forward to this day.”
Mo Tianxiao stroked Liya’s head. As the notification sounded in his mind, a pleased smile appeared on his face.
[You deceived a Daughter of Destiny’s feelings and conquered her through sweet words and despicable means. Achievement unlocked: A True Scumbag. This aligns with villainous conduct. Villain Points +6,666,666!]
[Daughter of Destiny Liya has submitted. Fortune successfully seized. Fortune Value +10,000!]
At last. A full four thousand years.
Though he had not deliberately pursued it, it had still taken him four thousand years to obtain Liya’s Fortune Value. It truly had not been easy.
Despite appearing innocent and simple, Liya possessed the heaven-defying ability known as the Heart of Myriad Daos, making his path to claiming her Fortune Value exceptionally difficult.
Fortunately, he had succeeded in the end. Within the entire Feather Spirit Clan, only Liya’s mother, Lin Ruo, still possessed Fortune Value that he could potentially extract.
However, making a late-stage Sovereign Realm expert submit was far beyond his current capabilities. He could only take things one step at a time and wait until he was strong enough in the future.
“Hmph! Brother Mo, I never expected you to be so wicked. Tell me the truth—did you win Bingji over long ago?”
Liya pouted, her large eyes fixed on Mo Tianxiao as she scrutinized him.
“You know?” Mo Tianxiao asked in return.
He remembered that his relationship with Xuan Bingji should not have been discovered.
“Hmph! I knew it! Brother Mo, you really are a complete scumbag!”
Liya crossed her arms, an unhappy expression on her face. She had never expected that her closest friend had already been claimed by him—and that he had kept it from her!
“Well then, Little Ya. You actually tried to trick me? Let’s see how I teach you a lesson!”
Mo Tianxiao swept Liya away in his arms. After a bout of passionate intimacy, Mo Tianxiao stretched lazily and walked out of the room, his brows carrying a hint of smug satisfaction.
“Just as I thought. You’re no match for me.”
“System, open the character panel.”
[Name: Mo Tianxiao
Cultivation: Dao-Proving Realm, Perfected
Fortune Rank: Black
Cultivation Art: Primordial Freedom Divine Demon Art (Second Layer)
Artifacts: Nine Tribulations Immortal Origin Sword (Third Seal), Human Emperor Banner (Damaged)
Secondary Professions: Imperial Alchemist (+), Imperial Talisman Master (+), Venerable Formation Master, Venerable Artifact Refiner, Puppet Refining Art]
Secret Arts: Immortal Dao Secret Art · Nimble-Fingered Theft, Immortal Dao Secret Art · Yin-Yang Reversal, Unranked Secret Art · Blood Concealment Technique
Spells and Divine Abilities: Great Annihilation Fist (True Grade), Eight Desolations Dragon-Roaming Steps (True Grade), Great Cosmic Sword Formation (Dao Transformation Grade), Immortal Dao Killing Move · Five-Finger Heart-Sword (Immortal Grade)
Villain Points: 2,001,213,497
Destiny Points: 80,000】
Over the course of four thousand years, aside from raising his artifact-refining and formation mastery to the Venerable Grade, he had also successfully broken one of the seals on the Nine Tribulations Immortal Origin Sword.
The Nine Tribulations Immortal Origin Sword had now reached the rank of a top-grade Earth Dharma treasure. If he could unleash its full power, it would be enough to threaten the life of an Upper Sovereign Realm cultivator.
Unfortunately...
With a wave of Mo Tianxiao’s hand, the Nine Tribulations Immortal Origin Sword appeared in his grasp. Its entire body was crimson, radiating a faintly sinister aura.
The Nine Tribulations Immortal Origin Sword trembled softly, affectionately brushing against Mo Tianxiao’s hand. He could vaguely sense the existence of the sword spirit within it, and could even communicate with a fragment of its will.
Perhaps once another seal was removed, he would truly be able to communicate with the spirit of this great killing weapon.
There were still three seals remaining, yet it was already comparable to a top-grade Earth Dharma treasure. Just what rank of magical treasure had his master given him?
“Unfortunately, I still cannot reveal your might to the world.”
As he spoke, Mo Tianxiao returned the Nine Tribulations Immortal Origin Sword to his dantian. With a thought, he spent two billion Villain Points to raise his talisman mastery to the Supreme Grade.
Artifact refinement, talisman crafting, and formations were all secondary professions capable of directly increasing one’s combat strength. Advancing them first would give him greater confidence. As for alchemy, judging from the current situation, his proficiency was already sufficient for the time being.
Nor had he spent those four thousand years idly. He had also improved the Annihilation Sword Formation.
By refining the Thousand-Sword Net and the Annihilation Sword Formation, combining them with his Venerable-Grade attainment in formations, and drawing upon the many spells and divine abilities he had studied in the Feather Spirit Clan’s scripture repository, he had managed to create a spell and divine ability of his own—the Great Cosmic Sword Formation!
According to ancient scrolls of the Feather Spirit Clan, the grades above Saint-Grade spells and divine abilities were Dao Entry Grade, Dao Transformation Grade, Cosmos Grade, and Creation Grade, each further divided into low, middle, and high ranks.
Dao Entry-Grade spells and divine abilities were equivalent to Imperial-Grade techniques in the Profound Yellow Realm, corresponding to cultivators of the Dao Mastery and Dao Certification realms.
Dao Transformation-Grade spells and divine abilities, meanwhile, corresponded to the Sovereign Realm and realms beyond it. In the entire Feather Spirit Clan scripture repository, the highest-ranked technique was merely a high-grade Dao Transformation cultivation art—one that had survived from the ancient era after the clan endured a great catastrophe.
As for the Cosmos-Grade and Creation-Grade spells and divine abilities mentioned in the records, even Lin Ruo, a mighty expert at the late stage of the Upper Sovereign Realm, had never seen them. She had never even heard of any great super-clan possessing techniques of such a level.
“Although the Great Cosmic Sword Formation is only a mid-grade Dao Transformation technique, when paired with my flying swords, even ordinary Lower Sovereign Realm cultivators will likely be no match for me.”
A faint smile appeared on Mo Tianxiao’s face. After considerable effort, he had transformed the sword formation from one that could only be used with twelve physical swords into one capable of wielding one hundred and eight.
With the upgraded version of the fully automated Thousand-Sword Net he had set within the Grand Zhou Heaven Sword Array—the Sword Splitting Light Art—the power of his formation would be brought to its absolute peak.
“Just twenty thousand Luck points left before I can do another Epic Draw. What a pity there seem to be so few Children of Fortune in the Feathered Spirit Star Domain. There are even fewer than in the Profound Yellow Realm. What’s going on?”
He had originally planned to spend these years finding a few Children of Fortune in the Feathered Spirit Star Domain to take advantage of. Yet over several thousand years, apart from Liya and Lin Ruo, he had not found a single third one.
He had been hoping to quickly accumulate one hundred thousand Luck points and go for an Epic Draw.
After all, the treasures obtained from the system’s Epic Draw were far more formidable than even immortal-grade items.
At the very least, the cultivation technique he was currently practicing surpassed the Feathered Spirit Clan’s high-grade Dao Transformation technique by who knew how many levels. They were not even products of the same dimension.
“Master! The Shamo Clan has sent us an invitation. They specifically request that you attend the Shamo Clan!”
Just then, Lan Qin’s voice rang out from afar.
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."
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?”
uld barely embark on the path to immortality. Just as he was on the verge of death, his golden finger awakened. No matter whether it was poison, drained blood and vital energy, diminished lifespan, or any other physical debuff caused by paying a price—once midnight passed, everything would be refreshed. From then on, whenever someone asked what kind of person Chu Ran was, the answer was simple: Forbidden arts that other cultivators dared not learn? Chu Ran would learn them. Prices that even demonic cultivators dared not pay? Chu Ran would pay them. Lifespan that even righteous cultivators dared not burn? Chu Ran would burn it. All the blood essence in his body? Take it. Want both his hands and feet? He would cut them off and send them to you. You say he’s finished? He wasn’t built to sit idle. You think he’s gone mad? No—he was simply waiting for midnight. From that day onward, Chu Ran would respect neither Heaven nor Earth, bow to neither gods nor ghosts. He had only one wish: For midnight to arrive a little sooner.
close your eyes and open them again, only to find yourself transmigrated into the role of a villainous male supporting character. Readers familiar with urban wish-fulfillment novels know that it is only through the relentless antics of the villainous male supporting character that the plot between the male and female leads can progress. As the villainous male supporting character, Long Aotian not only has to bully the female lead, harass the second female lead, and flirt with the third female lead, but he also has to go all out to antagonize the male lead. In the end, when his body is discovered, he is still clutching half a moldy fried dough stick in his hand. Fully aware of the plot, Long Aotian is determined to change his fate, starting with the female lead! In the beginning, the female lead lacks confidence: "Big brother, I hope I didn't scare you?" In the middle, the female lead treads carefully: "Brother Long, please don't hit me, okay?" Later on, the female lead becomes coquettishly clingy: "Aotian, it's time to pay the 'public grain' tonight." Long Aotian's legs go weak, and he feels like crying: "I taught you to be thick-skinned, not shameless!"
