The Demon Ancestor’s Innate Sacred Demon Body was seized by Yao Mengying, and the million-strong Mo Wang Army he’d cultivated ten thousand years ago was now under her control. What did this represent? It represented a complete windfall for Jun Changxiao, a complete windfall for the Wangu Sect.
Thus, it met the conditions for “seizing another’s accomplishment,” completing the hidden quest.
The contribution value awarded wasn’t much—only a million—which was practically negligible compared to the soon-to-collapse contribution system. However, the reward of a Fourth Generation Unsealing Talisman was quite decent.
As a trump card he hadn’t yet used, even if he never needed it in the future, he could recycle it for money. Jun Changxiao was perfectly happy to see his spatial ring filled to the brim with them—after all, each one meant an additional layer of security.
Typically, wishful thinking.
“Ding! Soul Tempering Celestial Heaven Art detected, automatically matched as a sect cultivation method.”
“Soul Tempering Celestial Heaven Art?”
Jun Changxiao merged his consciousness into the spatial ring and took out the yellowed manual in his hands, immediately sensing a rich historical aura. He remarked, “This must be quite formidable.”
Opening the first page and reading the detailed introduction, Dogshit was overjoyed with delight.
The Soul Tempering Celestial Heaven Art was a martial technique for strengthening the soul. Though its tier was unknown, the description stated that if cultivated to the extreme, one could achieve soul projection and soar through the heavens.
“It’s somewhat similar to the Heavenly Balance Soul Refining Formula.”
Jun Changxiao murmured, “But this one is definitely of a higher tier.”
The Wangu Sect didn’t have many martial techniques related to the soul. Now that this could be matched as a sect cultivation method, he would definitely mass-produce copies when he returned, giving one to every disciple.
Moreover…
Dogshit came up with an extremely bold idea.
If he cultivated the Soul Tempering Celestial Heaven Art to the extreme and achieved soul projection, could he pilot the Dark Destruction God mechs?
Mechs were certainly powerful, but if they encountered a formidable enemy, they’d surely be sent to their deaths. However, if a soul replaced the physical body in controlling them, even if they exploded, it wouldn’t endanger the disciples’ lives.
“…”
The System said helplessly, “So the host is planning to research unmanned mechs?”
“Is there a problem with that?” Jun Changxiao countered.
The System replied, “First of all, the technology doesn’t support it.”
“That’s not my problem—that’s Taixuan Elder’s and the Formation Hall’s problem,” Jun Changxiao said calmly. “I’m only responsible for proposing the concept. They’ll solve the technical difficulties.”
Fine.
Tool Person Number One, Master Fan, hadn’t even finished crying in the bathroom yet, and Tool Person Number Two was already being arranged.
The Wangu Sect truly didn’t support idle people!
Actually, Jun Changxiao’s desire to use souls to control the Dark Destruction Gods was for the disciples’ sake. After all, they were all his precious ones—how could he bear to watch them potentially sacrifice themselves in the future?
“Sect Master, shall we return?” Yao Mengying asked.
Jun Changxiao shook his head. “Since the Demon Ancestor created a million-strong army, he must have prepared considerable supplies.”
An army marches on its stomach—he simply didn’t believe that in such a vast Mo Wang Domain, there weren’t valuable items hidden away, such as Profound Stones, ore, crystal cores, and the like.
“Girl, go ask the Eight Ghost Generals.”
“Alright!”
Yao Mengying looked toward Gui Dou and asked, “Are there supplies?”
“Reporting to Master, there are!”
…
“Rumble!”
Inside a tunnel beneath the main city palace, the blocking stone door gradually opened.
Strictly speaking, this was the Mo Wang Tribe’s national treasury. Because it was protected by multiple formations, without someone to guide the way, it would be impossible to discover.
“Stay calm.”
“Must stay calm.”
Jun Changxiao walked forward step by step while silently repeating to himself.
The Mo Wang Tribe’s national treasury—the treasures inside must be countless, so he had to work hard to control his emotions and not embarrass himself by fainting again.
The System sighed, “If the Demon Ancestor were to revive and learn that everything had been taken by the host, he’d probably die of rage on the spot.”
Inside the stone door was an enormous palace with luxuriously paved stone slabs, which made Jun Changxiao increasingly excited.
However!
After he entered, the expression on his face immediately froze.
There were no mountains of Profound Stone treasures as he’d imagined, no blinding golden splendor as he’d envisioned—only scattered bits of ore here and there, adding up to perhaps no more than a hundred pounds.
“This…”
Jun Changxiao collapsed emotionally. “This is the national treasury?”
Gui Dou said, “Ten thousand years ago, my Mo Wang Tribe used all our resources to create the army.”
“…”
Jun Changxiao was devastated.
So he’d gotten excited for nothing!
“Hmm?”
Jun Changxiao’s gaze locked onto shelves on one side of the palace, discovering densely packed books arranged on them. He exclaimed joyfully, “Could all the Mo Wang Tribe’s martial techniques be here?”
“Yes,” Gui Dou said.
Ten thousand years ago, he and the other seven generals had absolutely obeyed the Demon Ancestor. Now that they’d revived, they absolutely obeyed Yao Mengying—for no other reason than whoever possessed the complete Innate Sacred Demon Body was their boss.
“This isn’t bad.”
Jun Changxiao walked over and casually opened one.
Inside was text in the Mo Wang Tribe’s language that he couldn’t understand at all, so he stored it in his spatial ring and said, “System, when you have time, translate all these manuals into simplified Chinese characters for me.”
“Damn it!”
The System roared, “I’m not a tool person!”
There were many manuals stored on the shelves. Since they could be stored in the national treasury, their grade and quality should be exceptional. They could all be given to Yao Mengying for cultivation, and any unused ones could be placed in the Cultivation Method Pavilion as exchange items.
Jun Changxiao unceremoniously took them all.
However, during this process, he discovered a book different from the other martial technique manuals, because the cover was decorated with patterns of medicinal ingredients.
“A manual related to pills?” Jun Changxiao asked.
The System replied, “Correct.”
Jun Changxiao curiously opened the first page and said, “Translate the contents for me.”
“…”
The System tool person sexily came online. After a brief decryption, it said, “This is a pill formula that’s been passed down for a very long time, originating from the Mo Wang Tribe’s ancestors. It only records one pill formula.”
“Just one?”
Jun Changxiao was very disappointed.
The System said, “Please have the host take a deep breath first and relax your mindset.”
“Why?”
“Don’t ask so many questions, just hurry up.”
“Whoo!”
Jun Changxiao took a breath.
The System said, “The pill formula is called the First Revolution Instant Achievement Pill. After consumption, it can allow the user to instantly break through from the Void-Breaking Realm to the First Revolution Core Formation Realm.”
After hearing this, Jun Changxiao said calmly, “That’s it?”
“That’s it.”
“Thud!”
Jun Changxiao immediately rolled his eyes back and fainted to the ground in an enchanting posture.
“Sigh.”
The System said, “I should have made him take several more breaths.”
Useless.
Even if he’d breathed for a whole day, Jun Changxiao would still have fainted when he should—after all, a pill that could instantly break through to the First Revolution Core Formation Realm was simply too explosive, too exaggerated!
“Master.”
Gui Dou said weakly, “Sect Master Jun has collapsed again.”
Yao Mengying’s face remained calm. “Normal. Carry him back.”
…
Actually, after discovering that the sealed soldiers possessed First Revolution strength, Jun Changxiao had wondered whether the Mo Wang Tribe’s innate talent was just too excellent.
Now, the case was solved.
It wasn’t that their genes were superior—they had pills that could elevate major realms.
“Damn!”
After waking up, Jun Changxiao sat on the palace throne, his right leg crossed over his left, his left leg constantly bouncing, and declared proudly, “If I can refine these, the sect disciples will definitely be able to easily reach First Revolution!”
“The host cannot refine them.”
The System timely poured cold water. “The materials required for the First Revolution Instant Achievement Pill are all extremely toxic substances. Ordinary martial artists would die immediately upon consumption, so it’s only suitable for the Mo Wang Tribe.”
“No problem.”
Jun Changxiao clasped his ten fingers together and said, “That’s not my problem—that’s the Medical Hall’s and the Pill Hall’s problem.”