"Wuhu, here I come, the Demon Realm!"
After sneaking out, Mo Shang Xie instantly teleported to the borderlands between the Demon Realm and the Human Realm.
She then made her way to the Moluo Empire.
"Father Emperor! Father Emperor!"
The girl flew on her sword above the Moluo Imperial Palace. By now, the Moluo Empire had become a superpower. Although the Emperor of Moluo was merely a rookie who had just advanced from the Martial God stage into the Nirvana Realm, the empire was protected by Great Emperors and even immortals stationed nearby.
After all, the emperor’s daughter was the beloved disciple of the Demon Ancestor.
Every demon cultivator with any real power in the Demon Realm knew that there were two women—one young, one older—whom you must never provoke. One was the Demon Ancestor’s woman... the other was the Demon Ancestor’s little apprentice!
In the Demon Realm, if you crossed the Demon Ancestor himself, you might still beg for mercy and crawl away with your life. But if you provoked his little apprentice? Sorry—not even a hundred lives would be enough to save you.
"You... A Xie? Why are you here?"
The Emperor of Moluo rushed out hastily from the rear palace. Ever since Mo Shang Xie had been taken as the Demon Ancestor’s apprentice, he had tasted nothing but sweet rewards. Across that entire Demon Domain, everyone bowed to him. Even the lofty Great Emperor–level powerhouses had to send him gifts every year.
So he decided to try for a few more kids—see if he could produce another daughter with talent like A Xie’s, and offer her to the Demon Ancestor too.
A Xie had displayed extraordinary divine strength since childhood. In the Emperor of Moluo’s eyes, that must have been what caught the Demon Ancestor’s attention. But he had been trying for years, even neglecting state affairs, yet his favored consorts’ stomachs showed no signs of pregnancy. It was rather frustrating.
"Father Emperor... I just happened to pass by to see you."
Mo Shang Xie smiled sweetly, then flew off on her sword, leaving the Emperor of Moluo to stare at her carefree figure.
...
The Human Realm had already become a sea of hellfire.
Under the Demon Realm’s unrelenting campaigns, the Human Realm could no longer hold out. The Human Emperor had secluded himself from the world, so humanity faced defeat after defeat, countless experts falling one after another.
At the mouth of a well in a ruined village, a little girl with twisted pigtails was trapped under a bamboo basket. Through the cracks in the basket, she witnessed the horrific scene outside.
Her village burned in raging flames. Her mother and father were ground into flesh and blood right before her eyes. Her young mind was shattered. At three or four years old, she should have been wailing, but the last words from her mother still echoed in her ears.
"Yi Yi, hide here and don't cry out..."
Just then, several powerful demon cultivators raised their blades. With a casual sweep of their divine senses, they immediately detected the little girl hiding beneath the basket.
Ordinary folk had no concept of divine sense—before cultivators, hiding was useless.
"Heh, leaving a little mouse behind, are we?"
The dark-robed demon cultivator swung his blade. A fierce, terrifying sword aura shot straight toward the basket.
But at that moment, a figure appeared out of nowhere and resolutely stood in the demon's path.
"Bullying the weak? Strong as Martial Gods, yet you slaughter commoners? You bring shame to all demon cultivators!"
A petite young girl with a sword blocked the demon cultivators, her eyes cold and sharp.
"Who are you?"
The demon cultivators frowned, their faces heavy with suspicion.
Indeed, the one who had stepped forward was none other than Mo Shang Xie!
Since leaving the Demon Palace, she had witnessed countless scenes of devastation—demon cultivators slaughtering mortals. It was absolutely gruesome. Her Dao heart wavered. She had spent most of her time in the Demon Palace and had never seen such bloodshed before. It was hard to bear.
All along the way, she had held back, but now—she couldn’t take it anymore!
She recognized something of herself in this little human girl.
"Get lost!"
Mo Shang Xie released her aura as a quasi-emperor. The demon cultivators immediately fled in terror. They were all from the Demon Realm, so she didn’t want to slaughter them outright!
Once they were gone, Mo Shang Xie slowly walked toward the bamboo basket.
The dirt road was now a sludgy mix of earth and blood, with corpses scattered everywhere—a horrifying sight.
"Little sister, I’m not your enemy. Don’t be afraid."
Mo Shang Xie softened her voice as much as she could, then approached the basket and gently lifted it.
Sure enough, inside crouched an extremely tiny figure, covered in bloody mud, huddled with her knees drawn up. Through her disheveled hair, one could barely tell she was a girl.
But her eyes were utterly dull and lifeless. After watching her parents and family die before her eyes, the blood and grime on her face were partly from her loved ones. Her heart had completely collapsed. She couldn’t even cry anymore—just stared blankly ahead.
"Hmm? Foundation Establishment level? You—"
Mo Shang Xie frowned. This village was clearly a mortal settlement. How was this little human girl already at Foundation Establishment?
Something was definitely off. When she examined the girl’s constitution more closely, she was startled. "This energy fluctuation... at the very least, it’s a celestial physique."
Seeing this pitiful little girl, Mo Shang Xie thought of herself in the past. She, too, had once been so helpless, but she was fortunate to have met her master!
"Maybe... I should take her back to the Demon Palace? Master would probably take her as a student too, right? Her talent isn’t bad."
With that thought, Mo Shang Xie reached out and scooped up the little girl, not caring about the filth covering her.
She snapped her fingers and cast a purification spell. In an instant, every trace of dirt and blood disappeared, and even the little girl’s scratches vanished without a trace.
"Wow, you’re this adorable?"
Mo Shang Xie stared wide-eyed. This was absolutely the cutest little girl she had ever seen. She looked like a delicate porcelain doll. But this doll’s eyes were hollow and empty.
"What’s your name?" Mo Shang Xie herself was still young—only about thirteen—but she had already grown into a graceful young lady.
The little girl didn’t even blink; she just remained motionless.
"Well..." Mo Shang Xie didn’t blame her. This poor child was too pitiful. Her parents and everyone she knew had likely all died at the hands of demon cultivators.
She recalled how, when she heard that the Moluo Kingdom had been destroyed, her own world had almost collapsed—and she had been much older than this three- or four-year-old.
But suddenly, Mo Shang Xie noticed the little girl raising a finger, as if pointing at something.
"What’s wrong?" Mo Shang Xie asked with concern.
"You’re stepping on my mother’s eye..."
Mo Shang Xie: "..."
ose... to cooperate with the protagonist! Shen Yuan: I have a system! Protagonist: What? System: Holy crap, you're just spilling it out like that? Shen Yuan: Let's team up, we'll split the system rewards! Protagonist: Fifty-fifty split? Shen Yuan: No way! Protagonist: What!? I'm the one getting beaten up, and I don't get half? Shen Yuan: Forty-sixty split, I get forty, you get sixty! Protagonist: Deal! Big brother, come on, hit me! As long as it doesn't kill me, beat me like you mean it! Shen Yuan: Don't worry... I will definitely protect all of you! No one but me can lay a finger on you! Guard our Heaven's Chosen Ones! I'm the only one allowed to bully them!
uld barely embark on the path to immortality. Just as he was on the verge of death, his golden finger awakened. No matter whether it was poison, drained blood and vital energy, diminished lifespan, or any other physical debuff caused by paying a price—once midnight passed, everything would be refreshed. From then on, whenever someone asked what kind of person Chu Ran was, the answer was simple: Forbidden arts that other cultivators dared not learn? Chu Ran would learn them. Prices that even demonic cultivators dared not pay? Chu Ran would pay them. Lifespan that even righteous cultivators dared not burn? Chu Ran would burn it. All the blood essence in his body? Take it. Want both his hands and feet? He would cut them off and send them to you. You say he’s finished? He wasn’t built to sit idle. You think he’s gone mad? No—he was simply waiting for midnight. From that day onward, Chu Ran would respect neither Heaven nor Earth, bow to neither gods nor ghosts. He had only one wish: For midnight to arrive a little sooner.
ions, keeping it grounded and realistic】 After quitting his job, office worker Su Yang accidentally binds with the "Enjoy Life System." As the name suggests, simply by indulging in life's pleasures, he can earn random rewards from the system—no need to spend money on beautiful women or grovel before anyone. Just enjoy, and the money follows, making it all about effortless fun. The system comes with a scanning feature, allowing him to establish a favorability bond with women rated 85 points or above. Every 20-point increase in favorability unlocks additional rewards. After suffering through over twenty years of hardship, Su Yang trembles with excitement, his dull eyes suddenly gleaming with newfound hope. "Enjoy life? How hard could that be?"
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?!
