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The old man kicked the person away.
"A mere Golden Core cultivator also wants to be my master. Have you even looked at your own aptitude in the mirror? Only Song Qingwu is worthy of being my master," he said, then put on a flattering smile with his dark face.
"Showing my strength once is enough, I can't withstand a second time."
"If I hadn't been attached to the artifact for a thousand years, I would have been completely destroyed today!"
"It's been thousands of years, and this is the first time I've suffered such a great ordeal... sob... sob... sob..."
I successfully took over the position of sect leader and temporarily shelved the idea of destroying Cang Yao Sect. From the eyes of the disciples, I can tell that none of them are convinced.
Everyone thinks that Cang Yao Sword Spirit is getting old and can't recognize people. How ironic. I find this group of useless more and more displeasing. With a cold snort, I took the Cang Yao Sword, which I recognized as my master, and slowly dragged it back to the Cang Yao Hall.
Without any cultivation, I couldn't even control the sword. The system patted its chest: "Host, with the Cang Yao Sword protecting us, we can definitely make it to the grand finale."
In the original plot, the original owner did indeed survive until the grand finale. Having lost all her cultivation, she, as a mortal, was imprisoned by her fiancé Wei Zhao in the sect dungeon, becoming a person who never saw the light of day.
There is only one chain tied around the neck, with a range of movement limited to within three feet. Living day by day like a bereaved dog, crawling on the ground to eke out a living.
The original owner's father and the senior brothers have long been slaughtered by demons, and the Cangyao Sect has become a place where Wei Zhao rules with an iron fist. Among the many disciples of the sect, not a single person has cared about the original owner's life or death. In their eyes, the original owner, as a mortal, dedicating her life to serving the cultivators, is the greatest gift to her.
Day by day, in overwhelming resentment, the original owner watches as Wei Zhao's path of cultivation is unobstructed, steadily consuming the spiritual tools and elixirs left behind by the ancestors of the Cangyao Sect, reaching the peak.
The end of life, closing my eyes in unwillingness.
["Am I supposed to beg for mercy from this group of people?"] I angrily raised the atomic bomb, ["Instead of waiting for the end, why don't we all perish together tonight!"]
The system wailed, ["Host, I can only earn points if the mission is completed. Not only do you have to survive until the end, they all have to survive too."]
I quickly identified the loophole and waved my hand, saying, "This is easy, just pack them up and send them to the Million Souls Flag. Their souls will be repeatedly consumed and unable to reincarnate, which also counts as being alive! As long as the ending is right, the process is not important!" The system immediately went silent. I opened the various cultivation books left by sect. In the past, the cultivation methods led to extremely slow progress, but there was only one way to make rapid progress. I furrowed my brow and pondered until midnight, when suddenly a violent explosion was heard outside the hall.
After a violent earthquake, there was a piercing scream. Inside the Cangyao Hall, countless magical instruments and elixirs were piled up. To prevent others from coveting them, I specifically exchanged for the most advanced access control system from the market. It had iris recognition and missile surveillance. Once it detected unauthorized personnel, intercontinental missiles would directly enter cruise mode and automatically pursue. I leisurely stepped out of the hall.
Striking a perfect pose, I greeted, "So it's Junior Sister Lin Qian'er. It's late at night with heavy dew. What brings you to see me, Senior Sister?" But Lin Qian'er was just at the Foundation Building stage. The missile had blown her armor to pieces, leaving a horrifying burn on her arm, and she was covered in dirt, struggling to get up from the ground...
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