"Gulp..."
Mo Tianxiao's mind was completely blank at this moment. Why was his master a bit different today? It was terrifying.
Sitting on his master's lap, facing this peerless beauty and proud figure, he didn't have a single wicked thought in his heart; he only wanted to escape this place as quickly as possible.
"Master, everything your disciple said is the truth."
Mo Tianxiao's tone was firm, his gaze looking straight into Yue Liuli's eyes. He didn't dare to shift his eyes even a little, terrified she would notice a flaw.
"Naughty, lying again. Let your master think about how to punish a disobedient disciple."
Yue Liuli's eyes curved into crescents. She reached out to lift Mo Tianxiao's chin, carefully observing the terrified little expression on his face. She fell silent for a moment, as if genuinely pondering how to punish him.
Seeing this, Mo Tianxiao's heart couldn't help but skip a beat. He clearly hadn't dodged her gaze, so how was he still seen through?
However, he couldn't worry about all that right now. He only wanted to know what to do in this situation! No one had ever taught him this!
What to do when your beautiful master punishes you live? Urgent!
Just as Mo Tianxiao's palms were sweating, his vision shifted, and he found he had returned to the place where he first entered.
Meanwhile, Yue Liuli had returned to her previous state. She picked up a wine jug and poured a mouthful of immortal brew into her mouth. The crimson in her eyes faded, returning to clarity.
"Xiao Mozi, you have passed your master's test. You may leave."
"Ah? Oh... Oh! Okay!"
Mo Tianxiao calmed his rollercoaster-like emotions and walked out of the grand hall, his legs trembling slightly.
Although his master's legs were soft and smooth, he really didn't want to experience that again. This inexplicable and terrifying feeling was a bit too stimulating.
Even if he were to experience it, please let him have the same level of strength as his master first, okay?
This gap in strength made him afraid to even form a single bad thought, terrified she would sense it.
After Mo Tianxiao left, Yue Liuli's eyes turned crimson once again.
"Why did you interrupt me? Do you know you are really annoying?"
"Seeing his timid look, does your heart not flutter? We never saw him like this in the past."
Hearing this, Yue Liuli just calmly drank her wine without responding.
"Hey, hey, hey, don't give me the silent treatment, alright? His talent has already begun to show. Are you still going to wait? If you don't secure him now, by the time we return to that place, there won't be any time for romance."
"Are you even listening to me?"
"So what if he shows talent? He is only at the Soul Formation realm. How do you expect me to secure him?" Yue Liuli couldn't stand the nagging of her other self and retorted.
Hearing this, her other self immediately fell silent. It seemed to make sense.
He was currently just a little guy in the Soul Formation stage. Even if she gave him a top-tier Emperor Weapon, he wouldn't be able to use it. Using it forcefully might even cause a backlash.
"Anyway, we have to make a move before leaving this realm, otherwise he'll run off and disappear again when he grows up."
The voice inside her body said this and then fell silent.
Yue Liuli finally found some peace. She looked beyond the sky vault, remaining silent, who knew what she was thinking about.
On the other side, Mo Tianxiao returned to his cave dwelling and finally breathed a sigh of relief.
His master's behavior today was too abnormal; it had scared him half to death.
He almost thought his master was lusting after his body. Fortunately, it was just a test.
If his master really lusted after his body, did he have the ability to resist?
Wait, should he resist?
"Forget it, forget it. I should just think about how to get stronger."
With a thought, Mo Tianxiao opened his character panel.
Name: Mo Tianxiao
Cultivation: Peak Soul Formation
Fortune Level: Black
Technique: Demon Emperor Realm (Level 2)
Artifacts: Nine Tribulations Holy Sword (Sealed State), Human Emperor Banner (Incomplete), Time Tower
Villain Points: 23259
Fortune Points: 1300
A three-month trip to the secret realm had earned him quite a few Villain Points, as well as 1300 Fortune Points.
It was a pity that even the most ordinary lottery draw required 10,000 Fortune Points. He wondered when he would be able to do his first draw.
Killing was indeed a fast channel to collect Fortune Points and Villain Points.
But even though he was a demonic cultivator, he couldn't just kill anyone he caught, right? That would severely violate his persona as a great philanthropist.
"I still have to start with the Children of Fortune."
Mo Tianxiao fell into deep thought.
"Forget it, I should first go see what surprise junior sister prepared for me."
Seeing it was getting late, Mo Tianxiao stopped thinking, stood up, patted his butt, and headed to his junior sister's cave dwelling.
He had been frightened by his master during the day, so it was only reasonable to seek comfort from his junior sister at night!
Arriving at his junior sister's cave dwelling, Mo Tianxiao familiarly pushed the door open and entered.
"Junior Sister Wan'er, your senior brother is here!"
"Senior Brother?"
Hearing her senior brother's voice, Nangong Wan's face immediately broke into a smile. She came forward to greet him and hooked her arm through his.
"Have a seat first, Senior Brother."
Nangong Wan pulled Mo Tianxiao to a chair, made him sit down, then took a teapot and poured him a cup of spirit tea. Immediately after, she naturally moved behind him, placing her two soft and boneless little hands on his shoulders to massage them.
Her behavior didn't look like a Daughter of Destiny possessing an immortal bone and a Great Emperor's inheritance at all; instead, she seemed like Mo Tianxiao's little maid.
"Junior Sister, what surprise did you prepare for your senior brother?"
Mo Tianxiao took a sip of the spirit tea, held Nangong Wan's little hand, and looked at her to ask.
Hearing this, Nangong Wan pulled over a stool and sat beside him. Her expression turned serious. "Senior Brother, I will give you a copy of the Void Emperor's inheritance technique. Will you cultivate it together with me?"
Nangong Wan stared at Mo Tianxiao, her gaze exceptionally serious.
Possessing the immortal bone and a Great Emperor's technique, her future cultivation path could be said to be completely smooth. At least until she became a Great Emperor, she would advance triumphantly.
Although her senior brother could still barely keep up with her progress now, as their cultivation levels increased, the path ahead would become increasingly difficult, and he would definitely be left behind by her.
While she wanted to surpass her senior brother, she didn't want him to fall too far behind.
What if her senior brother developed an inferiority complex because of this and drifted away from her?
"This is the surprise? Wan'er, are you serious?"
Mo Tianxiao looked at Nangong Wan with a surprised expression, not knowing for a moment whether he should be happy or disappointed.
He was happy that his junior sister was willing to share something like a Great Emperor's inheritance with him, which showed that she already regarded him as someone worthy of trust. He had definitely secured his hold on this junior sister's thick thigh.
He was disappointed because this surprise was different from what he had imagined...
"Of course I'm serious!" Nangong Wan's fair face was full of earnestness.
"Look, Senior Brother."
Nangong Wan's body emitted a translucent halo, and immediately a ball of light emerged from her body. Inside the ball of light was a scripture constructed of energy.
Void Grand Scripture!
A technique created by the Void Emperor after he became an Emperor, by perfecting and modifying his own technique. It was a technique that could lead straight to the Great Emperor realm.
As long as someone could fully comprehend it, their cultivation path would be completely unobstructed.
"Senior Brother, as long as you are willing, I will definitely find a way to help you cultivate it successfully."
Nangong Wan believed that with her help, her senior brother would definitely be able to successfully comprehend this technique.
"Wan'er, put it away. I am not suited to cultivate this technique."
Staring at the densely packed, incomprehensible runes on the scripture floating before his eyes, Mo Tianxiao refused with a solemn expression.
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.”
ut it can buy an entire year of absolutely perfect training results! Su Yu stared at his empty wallet and decisively opened up various online loan platforms. “Borrow a thousand bucks! Recharge my vitality!” Boom! His vitality broke a hundred points, shattering the limits of the human body! “Borrow ten thousand bucks! Recharge my combat skills!” Boom! A basic punching technique so common it was everywhere instantly maxed out, revealing the ultimate assassination technique of Five Elements Unity—Inner Force! When a rich kid hired assassins for a midnight ambush, aiming to break both of his legs, they instead ran headfirst into a monster—a human-shaped tyrannosaur, brimming with dragon-like vitality. With just two fingers, Su Yu snapped a steel staff reinforced with alloy. Staring at the killer’s stash of stolen cash—a staggering quarter-million dollars—he showed a corporate-sincere smile: “Thanks for the pre-exam gift pack, Mr. Zhao! I’m gonna go re-invest this!” Three days later, at the National Martial Arts College Entrance Exam, while everyone else struggled just to reach the passing line, Su Yu threw a single punch—and more than a thousand vitality points literally detonated the entire arena!
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?!
lity and could only live as an ordinary mortal. He only wished to live a peaceful life. Yet he didn't know— The dog he adopted, because it ate his food, became a legendary demon king. The kitchen knife he casually forged became a peerless divine weapon, causing numerous experts to fight desperately for it. The young disciple he took in became an immortal lord that led an era, due to cultivating the techniques Ye Feng taught him. Even the skeletons he looked down on the most were ominous demon kings that suppressed countless worlds. Many years later, looking at the void shattered with a punch, Ye Feng murmured to himself: It turns out the peerless kings were myself all along...
