Three years passed in the blink of an eye.
On the ninth floor of the Time Tower, Mo Tianxiao was studying side professions like formations and talismans.
Not far away, Nangong Wan, who had been sitting as still as an old monk in meditation, suddenly erupted with a tyrannical aura, interrupting Mo Tianxiao's train of thought.
"Another breakthrough?"
Feeling the aura emanating from Nangong Wan, Mo Tianxiao could only secretly smack his lips. With immortal bone aptitude, a Great Emperor's inheritance, and unlimited resources, his little junior sister broke through as easily as drinking water.
Nangong Wan opened her eyes, calmed the roiling spiritual energy within her body, and slowly exhaled. A smile then appeared on her face. "Senior Brother, I'm already at the eighth level of the Tongxuan Realm!"
"Amazing, amazing, as expected of Wan'er."
Mo Tianxiao silently gave her a thumbs up.
In just thirty years, she had advanced from the peak of the Soul Formation Realm to the eighth level of the Tongxuan Realm. How was this any different from riding a rocket?
Thinking about how it took him over fifty years just to break through to the Nascent Soul Realm, he knew that even among geniuses, there was a gap.
Therefore, during these thirty years in the Time Tower, he hadn't cultivated at all. Every day, he studied new side professions diligently, trying his best to make himself more of an all-rounder.
At the same time, he could use these new skills to fleece the numerous disciples.
"Senior Brother, are you drawing talismans again?"
Nangong Wan walked over to Mo Tianxiao's side and looked at the strange talismans in front of him with some curiosity.
For the past thirty years, her senior brother hadn't cultivated, spending all his precious time on these things instead. As a result, his cultivation base was still stuck at the peak of the Soul Formation Realm. She really didn't know what he was thinking.
"These are Divine Speed Talismans. Once used, you can travel ten thousand miles in an instant. It's a divine artifact for running away... ahem, traveling! Come, Junior Sister, take a few dozen of these for now. You might need them in the future."
Mo Tianxiao stacked a pile of finished talismans and placed them in Nangong Wan's hands.
Nangong Wan looked at the talismans in her hands, examined them carefully for a moment, and said, "Senior Brother, with my current cultivation base, a journey of ten thousand miles wouldn't take much time anyway, right?"
Furthermore, the cultivation technique she practiced was the Void Grand Tome. This was a technique that contained the laws of space. Wasn't it the best for running away?
"Ah, wouldn't traveling by yourself consume spiritual energy? These talismans don't require any spiritual energy. Keep them safe, just in case you need them one day."
After forcefully stuffing the talismans into Nangong Wan's arms, Mo Tianxiao patted her small hands. "Since you've already broken through, it's a good time to go out and relax. I heard recently that our Demon Sect is going to co-host some kind of friendly exchange meeting with other sects."
"Cultivation also requires a balance of work and rest."
"I'll listen to you, Senior Brother." Nangong Wan nodded.
Cultivation was a dull affair, repeating endlessly day after day, year after year.
Fortunately, she had her senior brother accompanying her, which gave her plenty of motivation.
The two walked out of the cultivation tower and found that the sect's disciples seemed unusually active. The male disciples, in particular, all had excitement written all over their faces.
Mo Tianxiao was a bit puzzled. Wasn't it just a sect mixer? What was there to be excited about?
He could even guess what was going to happen next. It would probably just be both sides flattering each other, and then having their disciples spar on stage to build a closer relationship.
"Every single one of them, is it really worth being this happy?" Mo Tianxiao shook his head.
As disciples of a major sect, couldn't they be a bit more steady? Or was it that they had never organized this kind of mixer before?
"It's Senior Brother Mo and Senior Sister Nangong. Have they also come out of seclusion?"
Seeing the figures of Mo Tianxiao and Nangong Wan, the surrounding disciples came forward one after another to greet them.
"Long time no see, Eldest Senior Brother. Why do I feel like you've gotten even more handsome?"
"You brat, if you know how to talk, say a bit more."
"Eldest Senior Brother is the most handsome in the world, and Senior Sister Nangong is the most beautiful in the world!"
"Eldest Senior Brother and Senior Sister Nangong look so perfect together. They are simply a match made in heaven."
Hearing the quiet whispers of the surrounding disciples, Nangong Wan's small face couldn't help but turn a little rosy, like a plump apple hanging on a branch, making people want to take a bite.
"Stop joking around. Tell me, exactly which faction is coming to our Demon Sect for an exchange that has you all so happy?"
As soon as Mo Tianxiao spoke, the surroundings immediately quieted down. A disciple spoke up, "It's the people from the Yaochi Heavenly Palace!"
"Eldest Senior Brother, the Yaochi Heavenly Palace is full of female cultivators as beautiful as celestial maidens. So, we were wondering if we could find a mutually affectionate Dao companion during this exchange."
The male cultivator who spoke was a bit shy.
The path of cultivation was long. If one could have a mutually affectionate Dao companion by their side, there would naturally be less loneliness and more joy.
"Mutually affectionate Dao companion? Are the many beauties in our Demon Sect not enough for you to find one?"
Mo Tianxiao couldn't help but scold, "You're even scheming against other sects now. Your ambitions aren't small."
"Exactly, exactly! Our Demon Sect is also full of talents!"
The surrounding female cultivators started to jeer, "Eldest Senior Brother, we wonder what your standards are for finding a Dao companion?"
Hearing this, the surrounding cultivators immediately quieted down, looking at their Eldest Senior Brother with curiosity.
Even Nangong Wan, who was standing to the side, fixed her gaze on Mo Tianxiao, a trace of anticipation in her eyes.
"My standards for finding a Dao companion?"
Mo Tianxiao stroked his chin, falling into deep thought. He appeared to be thinking, but in reality, he liked too many types and simply didn't know which one to say.
"I'm not telling you."
After saying that, Mo Tianxiao directly took Nangong Wan and fled.
"Tsk~"
The surrounding disciples let out a chorus of boos.
"Seeing how easygoing Eldest Senior Brother is, maybe he likes the gentle type."
"Wrong, completely wrong! As an expert in this field, I think Eldest Senior Brother might seem like that, but in reality, he must be someone with a huge contrast. I deduce that Eldest Senior Brother likes the mature type!"
"That's just what you like, isn't it?"
"Sigh... After hearing so much, there isn't actually a single junior or senior brother who shares my standards..."
"Oh? What type does this senior brother like?"
"Well... I actually prefer... other people's Dao companions..."
"Holy crap! Senior Brother Wang, it really had to be you!"
......
On the other side, the fleeing Mo Tianxiao brought Nangong Wan back to the outside of their cave dwelling.
"These guys really have too much free time every day."
"Senior Brother, you haven't finished speaking yet?" Nangong Wan stared at Mo Tianxiao with her large eyes wide open.
"Finished speaking about what?" Mo Tianxiao was taken aback, his eyes filled with confusion.
"It's..." Nangong Wan rubbed her little fingers together, her head lowered slightly. "It's about what kind of Dao companion you want to find, Senior Brother?"
"Oh, that."
Mo Tianxiao looked at his somewhat shy junior sister, the corners of his mouth curling up slightly to reveal a wicked smile. "What kind does Junior Sister hope I like?"
"H-how would I know? I'm going back first."
Cupping her somewhat warm cheeks, Nangong Wan ran back to her own cave dwelling.
Seeing this, Mo Tianxiao slowly shook his head. "Junior Sister is still too young."
Calculating carefully, excluding the time spent inside the cultivation tower, she was just a little girl in her twenties. She was probably still ignorant about many things.
"The Yaochi Heavenly Palace, a top-tier faction comprised entirely of women, why would they want to seek out our Demon Sect for a sparring exchange?"
Snapping back to his senses, Mo Tianxiao began to ponder this question.
"Wait, isn't that crazy woman also from the Jade Pool Heavenly Palace?"
Mo Tianxiao's expression froze. Having spent so many years inside the Cultivation Tower, how could he have forgotten about her? Surely she wouldn't chase him all the way to the Demon Sect just because of that trivial incident from back then, would she?
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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."
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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.”
