Mo Tianxiao walked out shaking his head, his face full of disappointment. Many people always confused demonic cultivators with evil cultivators, but there was actually a huge difference between the two.
Demonic cultivators slaughtering a city definitely wouldn't talk so much nonsense...
"Who are you? You dare interfere in the affairs of the Bloodlust Sect?"
The two injured peak Golden Core elders of the Bloodlust Sect spoke, their eyes locked onto Mo Tianxiao.
"Could it be you're with this little bitch? I can give you a chance to watch closely how we treat her. Rest assured, after we're tired of playing with her, if we're in a good mood, we might even let you..."
"Bang!!"
Before he could finish speaking, the body of this peak Golden Core cultivator directly exploded into a cloud of blood mist. Splattering blood and fine bits of flesh rained all over the ground. The stench of blood quickly spread through the air, rushing into everyone's noses.
A deathly silence fell over the entire scene.
No one knew what had just happened, only that their Great Elder had exploded into a mist of blood.
"What did you do?!"
The elder standing next to the exploded Golden Core cultivator was covered in blood on half of his body. However, he couldn't care less about his own condition right now. His eyes stared fixedly at Mo Tianxiao, his pupils reflecting ultimate terror.
There was no warning, no wind-up at all. They hadn't even noticed how the other party made his move.
This was an enemy on a completely different level!
Why!
Why would such a cultivator appear in a remote place like this??
What profound cultivator would stop in such a desolate backwater?
Not only were the people of the Bloodlust Sect shocked, but even Zi Ling'er's pupils suddenly shrank. She thought he was just a passing expert, but she didn't expect him to be a senior with such profound cultivation.
"Let me teach you a lesson. When killing people, talk less nonsense. And in the face of absolute superiority, don't be too arrogant, otherwise the slap to the face will come very quickly."
"In your next life, you must remember my warning... Oh, my apologies, I forgot. You don't have a next life."
A trace of apology appeared on Mo Tianxiao's smiling face. Then, he took out the Human Emperor's Banner, which hadn't expanded its collection of new souls in a long time.
Under the bewildered gazes of the crowd, Mo Tianxiao gently waved the Human Emperor's Banner in his hand.
"Boom!"
The banner erupted with a brilliant golden light, and a massive array enveloped all the surrounding cultivators inside.
"Refine!"
With a fierce shout from his mouth, the grand array began to operate.
Intense unease rose in the hearts of everyone within the array; their very souls were trembling.
"Ahhhhh!!!"
In the next instant, over a hundred cultivators of the Bloodlust Sect let out tragic roars. They all clutched their heads and fell to their knees, their eyes tearing at the seams. Waves of tearing sensations came from within their bodies, causing unbearable agony!
This kind of pain was at least a hundred or a thousand times more intense than physical pain.
Piercing screams echoed one after another. The surrounding ordinary people, as well as Ning Yu and Zi Ling'er, felt their scalps tingle at this moment. Their bodies began to tremble uncontrollably.
Watching helplessly as so many cultivators' bodies were torn apart, refined into nothingness and vanishing before their blood could even spill, evoked the most primal fear deep within their hearts.
This fear was far more profound than being killed by these evil cultivators.
In just a moment, over a hundred cultivators were entirely refined. Out of all the Bloodlust Sect cultivators, only one Foundation Establishment cultivator remained, kneeling on the ground shivering. His eyes could no longer focus, as if he had lost his soul.
[Refining others instantly over a single disagreement, matches villainous behavior. Villain Points +888!]
[Killed a purple destiny cultivator, successfully plundered destiny. Destiny Points +100!]
The grand array slowly dissipated. Mo Tianxiao put away the Human Emperor's Banner and nodded in satisfaction. Refining evil cultivators truly gave him no psychological burden whatsoever, and he even picked up a hundred destiny points for free.
After putting away the Human Emperor's Banner, Mo Tianxiao looked at the surrounding crowd who stood frozen in place, not daring to move a muscle. He smiled and said, "Disperse now. I am a good person and will not slaughter the innocent."
"Gulp..."
"T-thank you, Senior! Thank you, Senior, for saving Little Ning City!"
Ning Yu took the lead, dropping to one knee to thank Mo Tianxiao.
He originally thought the other party was a fellow Daoist, but he didn't expect him to be a senior among seniors.
"Thank you, Immortal! Thank you, Immortal, for saving us!"
Following Ning Yu's lead, the ordinary citizens of Little Ning City hastily prostrated themselves on the ground, thanking the Immortal from the bottom of their hearts.
"We cultivators walk the grand path with a clear conscience. Encountering such evil cultivators, naturally, I cannot just stand by and watch!"
Mo Tianxiao said with righteous indignation.
Hearing Mo Tianxiao's words, the ordinary commoners only sighed at the Immortal's bodhisattva-like heart, caring about the lives of mortals like them.
Hearing this, a trace of worship rose in Ning Yu's eyes. This was exactly his reason for embarking on the path of cultivation!
Walking the grand path, doing righteous deeds, and punishing the world's evil!
Wasn't this the ultimate ideal he sought when he joined the Green Mountain Sect?!
Only Zi Ling'er, who was present, twitched the corner of her mouth slightly, her eyes full of disbelief. What kind of grand path refines people so cleanly that not even a speck of dust is left behind? Was this senior bullying these people for not understanding?
However, she didn't dare to voice her questions, lest she follow in the footsteps of the Bloodlust Sect.
"Alright, you all go back now. To pull up weeds, one must remove the roots. I have to go wipe out this so-called Bloodlust Sect completely."
Mo Tianxiao ignored these guys and walked towards the single Foundation Establishment cultivator he had deliberately left alive.
His gentle smile caused the unfocused pupils to suddenly shrink into the most dangerous pinpricks. The Foundation Establishment cultivator slumped to the ground, kicking his feet to back away constantly. His eyes were full of terror, as if what was walking towards him was some demon from hell.
He opened his mouth, wanting to beg for mercy, but only woo woo woo sounds came out. At this moment, he even forgot how to speak.
"Don't be nervous, it will be over quickly."
Mo Tianxiao gently reached out his hand and pressed it onto the other party's head. A tyrannical power violently smashed into his brain, searching for the location of the Bloodlust Sect.
By the time Mo Tianxiao let go, the Foundation Establishment cultivator was already foaming at the mouth, his entire body convulsing, and his eyes had completely lost their luster.
"Pop."
Casually slapping him into a blood mist, Mo Tianxiao set off for the Bloodlust Sect's lair. There were still quite a few souls there, and being a kindhearted person, he couldn't bear to let a sect be separated.
"Senior! C-can I come with you?"
Zi Ling'er mustered her courage and stood beside Mo Tianxiao, looking at him nervously.
The Bloodlust Sect was related to whether she could join the Heavenly Note Pavilion. Regardless of whether she ultimately qualified or not, she wanted to see the annihilation of the Bloodlust Sect with her own eyes. Besides, this senior didn't seem like a very bad person... He shouldn't do anything to her, right...
"Suit yourself."
Mo Tianxiao casually replied, then rode his sword towards the location of the Bloodlust Sect, though he deliberately kept his speed very slow.
This Zi Ling'er, if possible, he wanted to take her under his wing.
A red destiny level, plus a special physique. Wasn't this exactly the talent he needed?
Before the other party had fully grown up, he still had the chance to become an angel investor.
Hearing Mo Tianxiao's answer, a flash of joy appeared in Zi Ling'er's eyes. "Thank you, Senior!"
She immediately rode her sword and followed him.
Watching the two leave, Ning Yu's heart could not calm down for a long time.
"The Bloodlust Sect is finished..."
"I must become a person just like Senior!"
He clenched his fists, a fiery resolve to punish the wicked and eradicate evil igniting within his heart. Once this matter was settled, he would stay at the Qingshan Sect and focus entirely on his cultivation, until he finally possessed the strength to bring justice to the world!
Mo Tianxiao was completely unaware that a few casual words of bluffing had actually turned him into someone's idol.
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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.
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?!
