What is your name?
On the way to the Bloodthirsty Sect's lair, Mo Tianxiao asked Zi Ling'er.
Hearing this, Zi Ling'er's eyes were respectful as she immediately replied, This junior is Zi Ling'er.
Which faction do you belong to?
Mo Tianxiao continued to ask, calculating in his mind how he could poach this talent.
N-none, I don't belong to any faction. I am currently a rogue cultivator.
A trace of regret and unwillingness flashed through Zi Ling'er's eyes. Originally, personally destroying the Bloodthirsty Sect was an assessment task given to her by an elder of the Heavenly Sound Pavilion, with a time limit of five years.
However, now, the Bloodthirsty Sect was being dealt with by a passing senior. She didn't blame this senior, though; if it weren't for him, she would already be dead.
Relying solely on herself in that previous situation, apart from taking a few evil cultivators down with her, she didn't know how she could have escaped.
The assessment task had already failed. Now, she could only watch as the senior annihilated the Bloodthirsty Sect. After that, she would have to go to the Heavenly Sound Pavilion again, report the specific situation, and then accept a new assessment task from the elder.
Or perhaps she would have to start as a regular disciple of the Heavenly Sound Pavilion.
With her aptitude, becoming a disciple of the Heavenly Sound Pavilion would be easy. But for certain reasons, she needed to gain power quickly, and more importantly, she needed a strong background.
Only by becoming the personal disciple of an elder or the sect master would she have the chance to obtain more resources and status, enabling her to break free from her family's restraints.
A rogue cultivator?
Hearing Zi Ling'er say she was a rogue cultivator, Mo Tianxiao's eyes lit up.
Being a rogue cultivator is great. Is there any particular faction you want to join? I see your aptitude is excellent; it should be very easy for you to join a major power, right?
If you're asking about a faction I particularly want to join, I really haven't thought about that.
Zi Ling'er thought for a moment. She herself was from a major family; even if she didn't join another faction, her family wouldn't short her on cultivation resources.
If I had to say, the Heavenly Sound Pavilion would be one.
She was a sound cultivator herself. If she had to choose a faction to join, the Heavenly Sound Pavilion would be the best choice. This was also why she had gone to the Heavenly Sound Pavilion to accept the elder's assessment.
As one of the giant factions in the Eastern Region, the Heavenly Sound Pavilion's overall strength was second only to the Eastern Region's number one faction, the Jade Pool Heavenly Palace. As long as she could become the disciple of a Saint Realm elder of the Heavenly Sound Pavilion, her family would not dare to forcefully demand she enter an arranged marriage for them.
Heavenly Sound Pavilion...
Mo Tianxiao had actually heard of this faction. Last time in the Void Emperor Mystic Realm, there were sound cultivators among the people he robbed, who were presumably cultivators from the Heavenly Sound Pavilion.
The Heavenly Sound Pavilion was considered highly formidable among the tier of factions just below the absolute peak. The entire sect only recruited sound cultivators.
Zi Ling'er's methods were of the Dao of Music. With her talent, joining the Heavenly Sound Pavilion was more than enough.
Actually, this Bloodthirsty Sect is the target of the task given to me by a core elder of the Heavenly Sound Pavilion. I was asked to uproot this sect completely within five years relying on my own strength. If I complete the task, I can become the elder's personal disciple.
Zi Ling'er looked at Mo Tianxiao. But relying solely on my current self, it seems I cannot complete this task. In fact, if senior hadn't intervened earlier, I might already be dead.
Why are you telling me this? After I destroy the Bloodthirsty Sect, you could just tell the elder that you did it, and that would be the end of it.
That definitely won't work. I would be found out. These elders conduct strict tests when accepting personal disciples. The elder would send someone to verify the intelligence, and eventually, they would discover that I lied.
Zi Ling'er shook her head, her expression serious. Then, a smile appeared on her face as she looked at Mo Tianxiao and said, Senior is so young, yet your cultivation base far exceeds mine. You must be from a major faction, right?
Talking to this senior, she didn't feel the slightest bit of pressure. She even felt very comfortable, as if she were casually chatting with a fellow Daoist of the same cultivation level.
This was the very first senior she had ever met who didn't put on the overbearing airs of an elder.
I am a rogue cultivator.
Mo Tianxiao answered without blushing or skipping a beat.
When traveling abroad, one's identity was whatever one chose to make it. Do good deeds without leaving a name, and when doing bad deeds, don't bring trouble back home—even though his Demonic Sect wasn't afraid of him causing trouble.
Senior is also a rogue cultivator?
Zi Ling'er's expression froze slightly upon hearing his words.
Could a rogue cultivator really cultivate to such a realm?
According to her speculation, this senior was at least a Soul Formation Realm cultivator. In a major faction, that might not be considered much, but for a rogue cultivator, he was absolutely the cream of the crop.
Could it be that the senior's experiences were the same as hers?
Zi Ling'er guessed in her heart that the other party might be like her, coming from a major family, but for certain reasons, was unwilling to stay at home and secretly ran away to become a rogue cultivator.
Naturally.
Mo Tianxiao was just about to continue trying to get close to her, thinking about how to trick this little genius into joining the Demonic Sect, when he realized they had already reached their destination.
Let's deal with these guys first before we chat.
Lowering his posture, Mo Tianxiao turned into a streak of light and swooped down, landing on a mountain peak.
Zi Ling'er followed closely behind. Looking at the empty space in front of her, she revealed a look of confusion. Senior, we couldn't have come to the wrong place, could we?
Apart from the dark, dense mountain forest around them, she didn't see any sect. If she had to point out something, she only smelled a faint stench in the air, like the smell someone would get from staying in a pigpen for a month.
Mo Tianxiao remained silent. He simply drew a longsword and gently swung it forward.
The longsword tore through the air, stirring up a ripple in the space ahead. Immediately after, with a crash, the concealment grand array was broken, exposing a sect.
The Bloodthirsty Sect!
Just a shoddy array.
Before Zi Ling'er could even react, a large group of people surged out.
Who dares to trespass into my Bloodthirsty Sect!
The leader was a Golden Core cultivator, accompanied by dozens of Foundation Establishment cultivators. They were likely the ones left behind to guard the sect.
Slash!
A flash of sword light passed, and dozens of heads instantly flew into the air.
Mo Tianxiao didn't waste any breath. He slaughtered his way in, killing any living person he saw and refining them immediately after. His movements were smooth and continuous, without the slightest hesitation.
Zi Ling'er followed behind him, not daring to say a single word.
As they walked deeper into the sect, more cultivators continuously popped out, and the stench grew even stronger.
In a plaza paved with bluestone, rows of naked mortal women, their bodies covered in bruises and dirt, had their hands bound by ropes and were strung up, hanging in mid-air.
Some had already lost their breath, while others were still alive... but their spirits were already dead.
That faint stench was emanating from these people.
This...?!
When Zi Ling'er saw this scene, her pupils violently shrank. Her mind was instantly slammed by a wave of nameless fury to the point of near fainting. These were no longer evil cultivators; they were perverts! A bunch of psychologically twisted perverts!
When evil cultivators were combined with perverts, they became an upgraded version of evil cultivators.
I'll go save them!
Zi Ling'er wanted to cut these people down and rescue them.
There's no need to save them; they are already dead.
Mo Tianxiao waved his hand, and in a mere instant, he burned these pitiful people to ashes.
Their hearts are already dead. Let's hope their luck is a bit better in their next life.
Seeing this, Zi Ling'er stopped in her tracks and remained silent for a long time. How can people be so evil?
Mo Tianxiao didn't respond. Instead, he looked toward the sect's main hall ahead. Are you still not coming out? Do you need me to invite you?
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ive and Ruthless] Before his transmigration, Ye Xuan was playing a game called "Severing Emotions to Attain the Dao." The game's core wasn't about leveling up by fighting monsters, but about conquering various "bad women" with wicked personalities and cold, fickle natures. There was only one method to conquer them: stay unwaveringly by their side, then die at a critical moment, driving them to madness after losing the protagonist. The higher their level of regret, the higher the player's score. To dominate the server, Ye Xuan conquered all the bad women. In the early stages, he showered them with boundless tenderness, only to choose to sacrifice himself for them later, making them weep bitterly and drown in regret. Among them were: Xia Lengyue, the unfaithful immortal wife who chased after powerful men and discarded her husband like trash. Ye Qingcheng, the Demonic Venerable of the Joyous Union Sect, who appeared pure and innocent but was, in reality, promiscuous. Wu Lingxiao, the Empress of the Great Xia Dynasty, who lusted after men and loved maintaining a harem. Bai Qiangu of the Endless Demonic Sect: a bloodthirsty mass murderer. However, when the protagonist transmigrated into the game world, he made a horrifying discovery. Eight hundred years had already passed. The bad women he had conquered had now each become deities and revered ancestors. Faced with the endless stream of toxic women coming for him, Ye Xuan could only rely on his god-tier acting skills to carve a path of survival through this world of treacherous women.
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?!
