"Hahahaha, since the final sparring match has concluded, everyone from the Yaochi Heavenly Palace, please move to the reception hall. Our sect has prepared some spirit fruits and spirit wine."
The First Elder announced the end of this small exchange gathering.
After a series of formal speeches, the many junior disciples gradually left the venue.
Mo Tianxiao followed his master and the others to the reception hall to attend the farewell ceremony before the conclusion of the two sects' exchange gathering.
Which was, in other words, just eating and drinking.
As the Eldest Senior Brother of the Demon Sect, and having defeated the Young Pavilion Master of the Yaochi Heavenly Palace, Su Muxue, Mo Tianxiao couldn't even eat in peace in the reception hall. He was completely surrounded by a group of fairies from the Yaochi Heavenly Palace.
"Senior Brother Mo, you are so amazing! To think that even Senior Sister Su wasn't your match. Could you pass on some of your experience to us?"
"Little girl, are you really trying to ask Senior Brother Mo for experience? I think your heart is just fluttering with love, isn't it?"
"Oh, go away!"
Looking at the pretty fairies dressed in colorful clothes around him, Mo Tianxiao felt like he was sitting on pins and needles. A cold chill ran down his spine, and he couldn't shake the feeling that some indescribable, terrifying entities were staring at him—and there was more than one.
"Fairies, please enjoy your food and drinks. I just remembered that I have some matters to attend to, so I will take my leave first."
Mo Tianxiao found a random excuse and slipped away immediately.
His figure turned into an afterimage, disappearing without a trace before the surrounding fairies even had a chance to react.
"Eh? Why did he leave?"
"It's all your fault for scaring Senior Brother Mo away."
"Whose fault is it really? It seemed like you were getting handsy just now, right? You were the one touching him the most, scaring Senior Brother Mo away."
After arriving outside, Mo Tianxiao felt his entire being refresh significantly.
"These girls are simply too terrifying."
He had to admit that a sect without any men was somewhat unbalanced. These fairies looked pure and flawless as jade, but he never expected them to be so ferocious upon contact. Each and every one of them looked as if they wanted to eat him alive.
He couldn't handle it. He absolutely couldn't handle it.
A day later, the people from the Yaochi Heavenly Palace packed up and went home, finally bringing this two-sect social gathering to an end.
However, after discussions between the First Elder and the elders of the Yaochi Heavenly Palace, the two sects decided to interact more often. They agreed to hold a sparring and exchange event between their disciples every fifty years, with the next one to be hosted at the Yaochi Heavenly Palace.
After the people of the Yaochi Heavenly Palace left, the sect returned to its usual tranquility.
Those who needed to cultivate cultivated, and those who needed to complete missions went to do their missions.
The path of cultivation was a long and arduous journey; such lively scenes were rare occurrences after all.
"It's about time I go take a look around."
Mo Tianxiao walked out of his cave dwelling and headed toward the sect's Scripture Pavilion.
Before heading out for experiential learning, he still needed to learn some other methods. When traveling outside, he couldn't just flaunt his holy sword everywhere, and he should try to use his Emperor-level cultivation techniques as little as possible.
Besides those, he thought carefully and realized he only had one Immortal Dao secret technique that he could comfortably reveal. Thus, he decided to visit the Scripture Pavilion to see if there were any methods suited for his current cultivation level.
Flying on his sword to the back mountain of the Demon Sect, he saw a massive grand array enveloping an area of several hundred miles, with densely packed golden runes slowly circulating across its surface.
"I wonder when I'll be able to set up an array of this caliber."
Feeling the terrifying and solemn presence of the super array before him, Mo Tianxiao felt a bit emotional.
The Nether Demon Sect had two grand arrays. One was the sect protection array that enveloped the entire Demon Sect. Rumor had it that it was created by the founder of the Demon Sect, who was also the sect's first Emperor Realm expert, and it was strong enough to withstand attacks from Emperor Realm powerhouses.
The second grand array was the one right before his eyes, guarding the Scripture Pavilion. Even a Saint Realm expert would find only a dead end if they dared to force their way in.
"Tianxiao, you're here again."
The moment Mo Tianxiao approached the grand array, an elderly figure appeared out of thin air in front of him. He had cloudy eyes, pure white hair, a hunched back, and wrinkled skin on his face, looking like a dying old man who could pass away at any moment.
However, the aura around him was incredibly profound. Although he didn't exude the slightest bit of majesty, Mo Tianxiao, who possessed the Eye of Inspection, naturally knew exactly what kind of powerhouse the other party was.
Name: An Shouchang
Cultivation: Peak Saint King (Half-step Emperor Realm)
Fortune Level: Red
Profile: Elder of the Nether Demon Sect's Scripture Pavilion, has guarded this place since the establishment of the Demon Sect...
Cupping his hands toward the old man, Mo Tianxiao respectfully called out, "Elder An."
Over the past three years, he had frequently visited the Scripture Pavilion and was quite familiar with this pavilion elder.
A Half-step Emperor Realm. This was the second existence closest to a Great Emperor he had seen in the Demon Sect.
"Go on in."
An Shouchang didn't say much to him. With a kindly smile on his face, he waved his hand, and a gap opened in the massive grand array.
"Thank you, Elder An."
Mo Tianxiao was already a frequent visitor here. After entering the grand array, he found himself in a separate space. Countless orbs of light were neatly arranged on rows of bookshelves engraved with golden patterns. The bookshelves were so high that the naked eye couldn't even see the top.
The entire Scripture Pavilion was like a maze. Not only did it house all the cultivation techniques, spells, alchemy methods, and array formations acquired since the establishment of the Demon Sect, but it also held collections recording countless hidden legends of this continent.
His side professions, such as alchemy, were learned from the ancient texts within this very place.
Mo Tianxiao didn't hesitate for long. He came here for only two things: first, to find a spell suitable for his current use.
Second, to see if there was any information regarding the Battle Holy Physique here.
He was quite invested in Ye Chen, the Child of Destiny who had brought him his first Immortal Dao secret technique.
Without the awakening of the Battle Holy Physique, Ye Chen's cultivation talent would always remain poor. He had to figure out a way to awaken the other party's physique so that Ye Chen could become his super enforcer in the future.
The Battle Holy Physique—just by hearing the name, one would know it belonged to a born warrior.
Arriving at the spell section first, Mo Tianxiao bypassed the lower levels and went straight to the uppermost area of the bookshelves. As the height increased, the number of stored spells gradually decreased.
The Demon Sect's Scripture Pavilion housed a vast number of spells. Everyone from a Qi Condensation cultivator to a Saint Realm almighty could find suitable spells within it.
This was the reason why top-tier factions could exist throughout the ages; their foundation was unimaginably profound.
The grades of spells were the same as cultivation techniques, divided into Mortal, Spirit, Profound, Earth, Heaven, True, Dao, Saint, and Emperor grades.
His current cultivation was at the Peak of the Soul Formation Realm. For a normal cultivator, practicing an Earth-grade spell would be completely sufficient.
But who asked him to be part of a major faction and the Eldest Senior Brother of the Demon Sect? As long as he had the capability, no one would say a word even if he chose to learn a Saint-grade spell.
"However, learning a Saint-grade spell definitely won't work, and Dao-grade is also a bit too high. True-grade is just right."
After pondering for a moment, Mo Tianxiao decided to look for a True-grade spell.
Putting aside how many Villain Points it would cost to learn a Saint-grade spell, even if he did learn it, with his current spiritual energy, he probably wouldn't even be able to cast it.
The sword move Su Muxue executed earlier was likely a low-tier Dao-grade spell. Although she had only just grasped the basics, using his Immortal Dao secret technique to seize and cast it once had still consumed nearly a third of his spiritual energy.
Therefore, he decided to select a technique below the Dao-grade as his standard method of attack. This would ensure he could sustain his energy reserves in combat while still allowing him to completely crush most cultivators at the same level.

e, Immortal Body, Transmigration, System, Progression Fantasy, Academy Setting, Third-Person Perspective. Alternate Title: Transmigrating into a High Martial World and Reading Live Comments. Bad news: I transmigrated. This is a terrifying high-martial world, and my original, pathetically weak body fell into a coma and never woke up. Good news: I got a Popularity Points system upon arrival. I can see live comments and even create an unkillable alternate identity. Starting out, the alternate identity has all stats at 1. The system tells me that to grow stronger, I must participate in the plot, gain popularity points to allocate stats and grow stronger, and ultimately awaken my original body. And so, carrying my original body on my back, I officially entered Huaqing Academy, where the story's protagonist resides. From that moment on, Chen Guan kicked the original plot to pieces. Live Comments: [Doesn't anyone find this mysterious coffin guy creepy? He can summon indescribable grey misty hands.] [Is this guy a hero or a villain? What kind of onion became a spirit?] [By the way, does anyone know who's in the coffin? Shouldn't the debt for saving his life be repaid by now?] [According to unofficial histories, the person in the coffin was Chen Guan's first love. Their love was once passionate and earth-shattering, but they were separated by life and death due to worldly circumstances. What a star-crossed pair.] ... Years later, the world knew of a demon god born from a coffin, shrouded in grey mist, impossible to gaze upon directly. His foremost divine emissary often wielded a scythe, reaping lives like the god of death. As war approached, facing former friends and a boundless sea of enemies, Chen Guan merely raised his scythe. "Would you like to dance as well?"

nto another world, I bought a slave for the first time, never expecting the silver wolf girl to be so cute... Lin Feng: I know it's cold, but you don't have to sneak into my bed! Yuna: Just sharing body warmth, if you dare do anything naughty, I'll definitely...

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."

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.”