"Fellow Daoist Mo, fighting anyone is still fighting. It's just a spar. You wouldn't happen to be afraid, would you?"
Su Muxue gripped her longsword tightly and, regardless of whether Mo Tianxiao agreed or not, slashed directly at him.
Astonishing sword intent erupted, transforming into terrifying sword qi that blasted toward her opponent.
Seeing this, Mo Tianxiao had no choice but to raise his sword and meet the attack head-on.
Clang!!
The blades clashed. Mo Tianxiao and Su Muxue stood face-to-face, separated by a mere half-meter.
Looking at her fair face and heroic features, Mo Tianxiao couldn't help but sigh inwardly. If one ignored her current teeth-gnashing expression, she was truly a rare beauty.
"Fellow Daoist Su, this level of force doesn't feel like a simple spar."
Feeling the power transmitted through the blade, Mo Tianxiao secretly clicked his tongue.
Her strength seemed no weaker than his own physical body. Was this the power of an angry woman?
"Fellow Daoist Mo, if you admit that you were the one who robbed me back then, how about I stop looking to spar with you?"
Su Muxue stared dead into Mo Tianxiao's eyes, the corners of her mouth curling up slightly.
Hearing this, Mo Tianxiao maintained a calm expression. "Fellow Daoist Su, please do not speak nonsense. Although I am a demonic cultivator, I have never done the deeds of a petty thief."
This woman was still testing him.
When he got ruthless, he would even curse himself. Getting him to admit it was absolutely impossible!
"Good, good, good! Then today, I will have a proper spar with Fellow Daoist Mo!"
The longsword in Su Muxue's hand instantly burst with dazzling light, and several streams of sword qi knocked Mo Tianxiao back.
Immediately after, the longsword stood upright in her palm. Stepping on the void, her terrifying sword intent exploded with a boom. "Thousand Sword Net!"
In an instant, countless streams of sword qi condensed into longswords that hovered behind Su Muxue. They intertwined into a net-like formation, exuding an extraordinary aura.
"Fuck, you're playing for real?"
Seeing over a thousand longswords formed from sword qi locking onto him, Mo Tianxiao was instantly startled. This woman's attainments in the Dao of the Sword seemed to be three or four levels higher than a half-baked swordsman like him.
"No, I can't waste my spiritual energy on her."
In this situation, unless he went all out, he really wouldn't be able to defeat this crazy woman. But if he used his full strength now, how was he supposed to fight for the Time Pagoda later?
Thinking of this, Mo Tianxiao decisively flew off into the distance.
"Halt! Fellow Daoist Mo, as long as you admit it, I'll let you go!"
With a wave of her finger, countless streams of sword qi turned into streaks of light that rushed toward Mo Tianxiao. She herself also quickly gave chase. Today, this matter had to have a conclusion!
Mo Tianxiao remained silent, merely adopting hit-and-run tactics to constantly widen the distance and dodge the sword qi attacks.
While everyone else was fighting over the Time Pagoda, these two fought further and further away, disappearing from sight after a short while.
"What's with that woman? Why is she pestering Senior Brother relentlessly?"
Nangong Wan noticed the two running further away from the corner of her eye, her gaze narrowing slightly.
She didn't even want a Quasi-Emperor Weapon anymore. Could it be that she had a grudge against Senior Brother?
That shouldn't be the case. The Jade Pool Heavenly Palace was separated from the Netherworld Demonic Sect by an unknown distance. How could Senior Brother have provoked someone from the Jade Pool Heavenly Palace?
"Sister Nangong, ignore them for now! Hurry and grab the pagoda!"
Huang Xiaoyao appeared incredibly excited at this moment. Robbing out in the open was much more fun than robbing with a mask on.
"You two, put all your effort into helping Sister Nangong snatch the treasure!"
"Yes!"
Hearing their young miss's words, the other two demonic beasts from the Hundred Thousand Mountains could only nod in agreement.
Who asked their young miss to be so naive? She didn't even want something like a Quasi-Emperor Weapon.
After returning, they had to properly report the situation this time. They absolutely could not let their young miss be deceived by humans.
Seeing this, Nangong Wan could only focus on the matters at hand. Getting the Time Pagoda early might not necessarily be a good thing.
Many experts had yet to use their trump cards and were all stalling for time.
The true contest would only begin when the secret realm was about to close.
Time ticked by, second by second. A few more cultivators fell under siege after grabbing the pagoda.
There was always someone who thought they could protect the Time Pagoda under the combined attacks of so many people.
"There is one quarter of an hour left until the secret realm closes. Keep it up, little friends."
At this time, the Void Emperor's voice echoed throughout the entire secret realm, reminding everyone.
Hearing these words, the remaining people all fixed their gazes on the Time Pagoda. In this final bit of time, as long as they could get their hands on the pagoda, it was highly likely that it would truly belong to them.
"Senior Brother?"
The monk Jiechi looked at Wuxin beside him, his simple and honest expression seeming to ask for his opinion.
In response, Wuxin nodded, turning his head to look at Xiao Fan. "Xiao Fan, I know you have trump cards. Seize the Time Pagoda, and Jiechi and I will help you block the remaining cultivators."
"Alright!"
Xiao Fan remained silent for a moment before nodding.
Even if he obtained this Time Pagoda, he would probably have to hand it over to the Great Thunderclap Temple. But at the very least, he could gain the Great Thunderclap Temple's goodwill, and he would also be able to use this Quasi-Emperor Weapon.
Later, when he became a Great Emperor, he would take this Quasi-Emperor Weapon away to serve as the foundation for establishing his own sect.
With these thoughts in mind, Xiao Fan charged toward the Time Pagoda. Terrifying flames ignited around his body, and the surrounding space was slightly distorted by the scorching heat.
"My Great Thunderclap Temple will be taking this Time Pagoda!"
"A mere seventh level Soul Formation cultivator! Do you think you're worthy to take it?"
A dozen or so surrounding cultivators swarmed forward, directing their attacks at Xiao Fan.
Facing the attacks of several people, the corners of Xiao Fan's mouth curled up slightly. "Just the likes of you!"
In the next instant, a cluster of golden flames emerged from Xiao Fan's body, followed by a cluster of purple flames and a cluster of ice-blue cold energy.
"Two strange fires, and even ten-thousand-year profound ice!"
"How is this possible? How could rare treasures with conflicting attributes exist within a single person's body!"
"Hahahahaha! Why would it be impossible!"
Xiao Fan grinned and laughed wildly. "Because I haven't gotten serious, you really took me for a piece of trash! Everyone who hit me earlier, come out and take your beating!"
Under Xiao Fan's manipulation, the three strange objects suspended in mid-air gradually merged into one, transforming into a three-colored lotus flower. It spun slowly, beautiful yet carrying a lethal might.
Feeling the aura emanating from the lotus, the surrounding cultivators immediately sensed that things had gone awry and hastily retreated.
"Detonate for me!"
Xiao Fan roared loudly, throwing out the lotus bomb formed from the three strange objects.
The originally slowly spinning lotus shot out with a swish.
BOOM—!!
The lotus exploded, sending violent tremors through the space. The terrifying power blasted all the surrounding cultivators away. Even Wuxin and Jiechi rapidly retreated, distancing themselves from the center of the explosion.
On the other side, Nangong Wan had long been on guard. She pulled Huang Xiaoyao and retreated in advance, simultaneously unleashing the power of her Immortal Bone to trace a distorted wall of air in front of them.
The scorching and freezing attacks were all blocked by this invisible wall—or more accurately, the attacks were diverted to other places.
This was a minor trick she currently mastered after obtaining the Great Emperor's inheritance.
After the power of the lotus bomb lasted for a moment, Xiao Fan's face was somewhat pale, but his eyes could not conceal his arrogance. "Let's see if that doesn't blow you to death!"
Seeing that out of the dozen or so cultivators, seven or eight were directly blasted into critical condition and unable to move, Xiao Fan felt ninety percent satisfied.
The remaining ten percent of dissatisfaction was because Mo Tianxiao was not here. He had originally wanted to blow up the other party's demonic core, but he never expected that the guy would be chased away by a woman. He was simply a coward.
"It's a good thing Sister Nangong is here, otherwise we would all be injured!"
Huang Xiaoyao patted her chest, still feeling a lingering sense of dread. She never imagined that Xiao Fan, the man she had framed previously, would actually possess such formidable strength.
nd fell into a coma while saving his younger sister from an out-of-control car. He became a vegetable. No one knew that his consciousness had crossed into a world of cultivation. Over the course of sixty years, he began as the lowest kind of mine slave, struggling to survive amid mountains of corpses and seas of blood. By sheer chance, he eventually obtained the complete memories of a fallen Immortal King. Alchemy, medicine, formations, feng shui, physiognomy, artifact forging… Every great inheritance of the cultivation world was now his. But when he opened his eyes again, he discovered that ten full years had passed in the modern world. To pay for his treatment, his father had sold the family’s shop and house, leaving himself covered in lasting injuries and illness. His mother had cared for him day and night, and more than half of her hair had already turned white. His younger sister, who had been only fifteen back then, was now twenty-five. To help repay the family’s debts, she had been forced to lower her head and put on a smiling face in places of glittering lights and endless revelry. Only then did Chen Xuan understand that what he had lost was not merely ten years. He had lost the life his entire family was meant to have. The good news was that he had brought back the memories of an Immortal King’s entire lifetime. The bad news was that his soul had returned alone—his cultivation had not come with him. Spiritual energy was scarce, resources were depleted, and the modern world still had firearms, surveillance, capital, and laws. If he wanted to protect his family, break free from everyone’s control, and become truly invincible beneath the heavens, he would have to start all over again.
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."
lan, the Luo family, tracked him down - along with the babies in their arms. Mo Xuan stared pensively at the paternity test results from over a dozen top institutions, both domestic and international, showing a 99.99% match between himself and the two baby girls. At 23, Mo Xuan, a doctoral student, had become the father of two three-year-old children. The kicker? The mothers weren't even the same person! He gradually realized he was being lured step by step into an elaborate trap designed by these two yandere sisters. "Be good, little Xuan. Sister's life belongs to you entirely." "Brother, if you try to run away, I'll have no choice but to tie you up." Mo Xuan: "Do whatever you want, ladies. I give up."
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?”
