After cursing Xiao Fan, Mo Tianxiao turned his gaze to the three people from the Supreme Dao Sect and beckoned them over. Come, let me see how you plan to snatch it.
If you three manage to leave here alive today, I will admit defeat.
Mo Tianxiao drew the Nine Tribulations Holy Sword and pointed it at the three of them. His Detection Eye swept over them: two purples and one blue. Just three small fries.
It seemed that the Soul Formation Realm cultivators of the Supreme Dao Sect did not have any overly monstrous geniuses among them. The only decent one, Gu Bufan, was already washing away his sins inside his Human Emperor Banner.
Hmph, such arrogant boasting!
The three formed a line, raised their swords, and charged toward Mo Tianxiao and Nangong Wan. Three against two, the advantage was huge!
Seeing the three acting so rampantly, Nangong Wan's eyes turned hostile. She immediately took a step forward, shielding her senior brother behind her as her peak Soul Formation cultivation erupted.
Senior Brother, be careful. I will deal with them!
Three late-stage ninth-level Soul Formation cultivators were nothing for her to fear.
Junior Sister, just leave these small fries to your senior brother.
Mo Tianxiao stopped Nangong Wan's idea of fighting one against three. Although he quite liked having someone stand in front to protect him, he did not want to waste these free fortune points.
His figure blurred into an afterimage as he dashed forward. With the holy sword in hand, the afterimage swept past, and a single sword strike sealed their throats!
Swish!!
Three heads flew straight into the air, their pupils dilating, seemingly still unaware of what had just happened.
Thump, thump, thump...
It wasn't until the heads rolled a few times on the ground, the headless corpses fell straight down, and their souls left their bodies that the three finally realized it: they had actually been instantly killed with a single strike??
You hid your cultivation! You have no martial honor!
The souls of the three carried thick resentment, their eyes glaring death at Mo Tianxiao.
He clearly had peak Soul Formation cultivation, yet he suppressed it to the third level of Soul Formation to make them underestimate him and catch them off guard. This person's mind was simply too vicious!
Impossible! How could you possibly have peak Soul Formation cultivation!
The one whose mental defenses shattered the most wasn't the three from the Supreme Dao Sect, but Xiao Fan, who had already prepared to watch a good show.
He had planned it all out: wait until Nangong Wan was entangled by the three from the Supreme Dao Sect, then find an opportunity to launch a surprise attack and kill him. He never expected the other party's cultivation to actually be higher than his own. This was unreasonable!
Two years ago, the other party was merely in the Nascent Soul Realm. His fortune couldn't possibly be stronger than his own, so why did his cultivation improve faster?
In response, Mo Tianxiao gave Xiao Fan the middle finger, and immediately after, the Human Emperor Banner flashed by.
Ahhhhh—!!
The three from the Supreme Dao Sect only felt as if their souls were being torn apart. They instantly let out bloodcurdling screams that made one's scalp tingle, and in an instant, they were sucked into the Human Emperor Banner.
[Killed three righteous path cultivators, fitting of villainous behavior. Villain Points +1314!]
[Killed two purple fortune cultivators, successfully plundered fortune. Fortune Points +200!]
Tsk tsk, does blue fortune not even give any fortune points? What absolute small fries.
Gulp... So ruthless...
Seeing this, none of the surrounding cultivators dared to make a move, terrified of following in the footsteps of those three. He didn't even spare their souls.
Benefactor Mo, these three are already dead. Without a vessel to inhabit for a long time, their souls would naturally enter the cycle of reincarnation. Why not even spare their souls?
Seeing Mo Tianxiao's actions, Wuxin frowned slightly. Was he not even going to give them a chance at reincarnation?
This harms the heavenly order... Benefactor Mo, be careful of breeding inner demons.
Wuxin still wanted to persuade Mo Tianxiao to release the souls.
Hearing this, Mo Tianxiao merely scratched his ear and glanced at Wuxin. That is why I am not a monk, and you can never become a demonic cultivator.
This...
Hearing Mo Tianxiao's words, Wuxin fell silent for a moment. Even though he held countless Buddhist principles in his heart, he did not know what words to use to refute him.
The man was a bona fide demonic cultivator; wasn't doing this kind of thing as natural to him as breathing?
I have spoken too much.
To this, Mo Tianxiao simply waved his hand, his face showing complete indifference.
This monk Wuxin actually seemed like a proper monk.
Senior Brother, when did you...?
Nangong Wan was a bit dazed by the scene just now. Hadn't her cultivation already surpassed her senior brother's? Shouldn't it be her turn to protect her senior brother from now on?
Why was her senior brother's cultivation suddenly the same as hers, and looking at him, there wasn't the slightest sign of an unstable foundation.
Could it be that he had been hiding his cultivation all along, and only kept it a secret before so as not to deal a blow to her confidence?
Brother Tianxiao is awesome! As expected of the one who led me to slaughter everyone in all directions... Mmph mmph...
Huang Xiaoyao didn't care about the details, she just kept cheering how awesome he was.
But in the next second, her mouth was covered by Mo Tianxiao. This girl, whenever she got excited, she would blurt out anything.
Looking at Nangong Wan, Mo Tianxiao revealed a smile. As a senior brother, how could I fall behind my junior sister? Wouldn't that be a joke?
Is that so? I thought I could be the one protecting you from now on, Senior Brother.
Nangong Wan pouted her small mouth slightly, seeming a bit displeased.
She was naturally happy that her senior brother was strong, but she wanted to become even stronger than him. Who said a junior sister couldn't protect her senior brother?
Daoist Mo~, you are quite good at hiding. You clearly have peak Soul Formation cultivation, yet you disguised it as the early stage of Soul Formation. Could it be that you even suppressed your cultivation to the Nascent Soul Realm before?
Su Muxue's voice drifted over leisurely from the side, giving Mo Tianxiao goosebumps all over.
This voice... seemed to carry a lot of resentment. He should probably have Wuxin chant a few scriptures to purify it.
Looking at Su Muxue's deeply resentful eyes, Mo Tianxiao smiled awkwardly. Daoist Su, please do not make wild guesses. I have never done such a thing.
This woman, how could she keep staring at him like that?
For a moment, Mo Tianxiao somewhat regretted robbing her. Robbing her was one thing, but why did he have to leave behind a few words to tease her? Now look, he was being targeted by her.
He really didn't expect her to hold such a grudge, even though she looked like a righteous and chivalrous person.
He seriously suspected that one day, while he was resting, her voice would suddenly pop up right next to his ear. Just thinking about that scene was thrilling.
It seems there is no one left.
Right at this moment, the Void Emperor's divided soul appeared in the sky above, and his voice reached everyone's ears.
The crowd all looked up at the Void Emperor's divided soul. Since the Great Emperor's inheritance was already gone, this secret realm expedition should be ending early, right?
My inheritance has already found a suitable candidate. From now on, this secret realm will no longer open.
The Void Emperor's divided soul glanced at Nangong Wan. Her obtaining his inheritance was within his expectations; after all, she possessed an Immortal Bone just like him.
Moreover, hers was an innate Immortal Bone, which was different from the Immortal Bone he had snatched post-natally.
With Nangong Wan obtaining his inheritance, coupled with the power of her innate Immortal Bone, she might go even further than he did in the future.
Of course, the premise was that she didn't die prematurely along the way.
The heroes of this world were as numerous as carps crossing a river, but ultimately, only a scarce few could make it to the very end.
Since this is the last time the secret realm will open, I shall give everyone a little parting gift.
The Void Emperor's divided soul gently waved his hand. The nine-story ancient tower situated on the ground began to tremble violently. Following a bout of shaking, the ancient tower rapidly shrank in size, transforming into a small pagoda that floated in the palm of the Void Emperor.
This small pagoda was crafted by me after I became an Emperor. Although it has flaws and can be considered a failed product, it will still be of great help to all of you in your current states.
"This tower is named the Tower of Time. Strictly speaking, it is an auxiliary-type Quasi-Emperor artifact."
transmigrates into the world as the sect master of the Heavenly Yan Sect, which is on the verge of being wiped out. He binds a system that grants him cultivation power based on the number of disciples he has: for each disciple, he automatically gains a year's worth of cultivation every single day! Take one disciple: every day he gains 1 year of cultivation power. While others struggle through a year of bitter training, he gets the same just by sleeping through a single night. Take ten disciples: every day he gains 10 years of cultivation power. Foundation Establishment, Core Formation, Nascent Soul—he breezes through all bottlenecks without lifting a finger. Take one hundred disciples: every day he gains 100 years of cultivation power. Even a Soul Transformation Venerable before him can’t survive a single blow. Take ten thousand disciples: every day he gains 10,000 years of cultivation power! With a wave of his hand, he topples empires. With a single step, he crushes the sacred grounds of the universe. ... While others fight tooth and nail for secret techniques, Lin Yan casually hands out Nascent Soul-level cultivation manuals as beginner textbooks. While others strain to find talented recruits, Lin Yan opens his doors to anyone—so long as they’re human. In just three short years, the Heavenly Yan Sect went from a backwater sect made up of three crumbling huts to a sacred land that every cultivator under heaven would kill to enter. ... One day, otherworldly demon gods invade, with a million demon soldiers pressing down upon the realm. Lin Yan, yawning, rises from his lounge chair and glances at the system panel: [Current Disciples: 1.28 million] [Daily Cultivation Increase: 1.28 million years] He waves his hand casually, and the countless demon soldiers are reduced to ashes in an instant. “So noisy… interrupting my fishing.”
ose... to cooperate with the protagonist! Shen Yuan: I have a system! Protagonist: What? System: Holy crap, you're just spilling it out like that? Shen Yuan: Let's team up, we'll split the system rewards! Protagonist: Fifty-fifty split? Shen Yuan: No way! Protagonist: What!? I'm the one getting beaten up, and I don't get half? Shen Yuan: Forty-sixty split, I get forty, you get sixty! Protagonist: Deal! Big brother, come on, hit me! As long as it doesn't kill me, beat me like you mean it! Shen Yuan: Don't worry... I will definitely protect all of you! No one but me can lay a finger on you! Guard our Heaven's Chosen Ones! I'm the only one allowed to bully them!
young master of the Shen family—a figure of immense power and wealth beyond measure—and awakened the "Destined Ultimate Villain System"! His starting scenario? Running into his icy fiancée who shows up with a mountain-descending divine doctor to break off their engagement. The divine doctor arrogantly taunts: "What does your Shen family have besides a bit of stinking money? You're not even worthy of tying Qingxue's shoelaces!" Shen Fei just smiled. He completely defied the usual script: "Fine, I agree to break off the engagement. Also, notify the finance department to withdraw all investments from the Su family." Minutes later, with its capital chain severed, the Su Group teetered on the brink of bankruptcy! The once aloof and proud ice queen CEO was thrown into utter panic. That very night, she went to Shen Fei's villa, casting aside all dignity to beg and plead desperately... From then on, in this world teeming with Sons of Destiny, Shen Fei embarked on a path of extreme dimensional suppression! A mountain-descending divine doctor? Peerless medical skills? Shen Fei: "Reporting you for practicing medicine without a license! I'll gladly take your ancient medicinal cauldron and twin sister assassins." The Crooked-Smiling Dragon King? Commanding a hundred thousand soldiers with a single order? Shen Fei: "Illegal assembly and suspected treason! Let a fleet of attack helicopters sanitize the area and teach you what the state apparatus really means!" A reborn tycoon? Knows all the golden opportunities of the next decade? Shen Fei: "A trillion in capital to reverse and pump the stock market, making you blow your margin and jump on the very first day of your rebirth!" What Chosen Ones? What bearers of Heavenly Fortune? In Shen Fei's eyes, they're all just chives (i.e., suckers/marks) waiting to be harvested! Shen Fei: "Sorry, but as the Destined Ultimate Villain, I don't play by the rules of honor. I only play the game of dimensional suppression."
u Chenyuan transmigrated into a female-oriented novel about a real and fake heiress, becoming the CEO elder brother of both. Unfortunately, the entire Lu family—including himself, the CEO—were mere cannon fodder in the story. Determined to save himself, Lu Chenyuan took action. The spoiled, attention-seeking fake heiress? Thrown into the harsh realities of the working class to learn humility. The love-struck real heiress? Pushed toward academic excellence, so lofty goals would blind her to trivial romances. As for the betrayed, vengeful arranged marriage wife… the plot hadn’t even begun yet. There was still time—if he couldn’t handle her, he could at least avoid her. "CEO Lu, are you avoiding me?" Mo Qingli fixed her gaze on Lu Chenyuan. For the first time, the shrewd and calculating Lu Chenyuan felt a flicker of unease.
