High Martial Arts: Gains one point of health per second, sweeping across the heavens.

Of course, in the system's words, these twenty years were the most debauched and immoral twenty years of Su Jie's cultivation career.

The female disciples of the Nine Great Temples, from Bai Zhi at the beginning to those he encountered along the way, those who offered themselves to him, and those he rescued from the hands of the Four Wheels Eternal, have totaled 250 people.

They were all recruited by him as "employees," dressed in uniform, and subjected to his "random checks" and "educational upgrades."

On the Great Luo Sword Embryo, white-skirted figures, kneeling in rows, stretched from the tip of the sword to its tail, creating a magnificent sight.

Su Jie's "spot checks" became more and more frequent and increasingly outrageous.

Sometimes, they work tirelessly for twelve hours a day, from morning till night, from one female disciple to the next, in an endless cycle.

The female disciples have gone from feeling ashamed, indignant, numb, and used to it at first, to now being able to cooperate without changing their expressions.

Some even volunteered to practice more, just to get a higher score in Su Jie's "test".

Jiang Yue'er knelt beside Su Jie, watching all this, her heart filled with an extremely complex emotion.

She thought Su Jie had gone mad.

It wasn't because of his killings, but because of his obsession.

He killed nearly ten million eternal beings, plundered countless ruins, and was already richer than a country, and was clearly invincible on this battlefield.

But he kept killing, kept looting, and kept tirelessly pursuing that insignificant improvement.

She didn't understand why he did this.

She could only come to one conclusion: he must have gone mad from practicing qi cultivation.

Too much killing has created too much karmic burden, and the Daoist mind is no longer stable.

So he was probably already insane when he met me, because a normal man would offer him gifts when he met me.

Su Jie began scheming against him from the moment they met.

He now relies on his female disciples to vent his inner demons and to maintain his last shred of clarity.

Sometimes he rode his horse so wildly that he charged recklessly.

She gritted her teeth and told herself: Endure.

He's going crazy. Once he's completely lost his mind, that will be her chance.

After all, he was her first man.

Sending him off on his journey personally can be considered a proper ending.

When the time comes, she will kill all these female disciples, leaving none alive, and make them pay with their lives.

That way, no one will know what she has been through during this time, and she will still be the aloof and pure Daoist of the Heavenly Maiden Temple.

She waited day after day, month after month, year after year.

She watched helplessly as his aura grew more terrifying each day, from initially making her tremble to now filling her with despair.

This man is someone she can't possibly outmaneuver.

She went from initial anger, humiliation, and resentment to numbness, acceptance, and resignation.

Now, more than ninety years later, she can no longer tell whether she is acting or has really gotten used to it.

Every time Su Jie finished his pep talk with her, she would casually give him three high-grade universe crystals.

Her fingers took the three crystals, no longer trembling as before, and gently tucked them into her sleeve.

Her expression was calm as still water, her eyes vacant, like a puppet whose soul had been hollowed out.

The female disciples would still whisper behind her back occasionally, but no one laughed at Jiang Yue'er anymore.

It's not that I'm afraid, it's that I find it pointless.

So many years have passed, I've seen everything I needed to see, I've mocked everything I needed to mock, and I'm even tired of mocking.

Besides, how much better can they be? They're all just employees who bring good fortune to their bosses.

At least she was Su Jie's acknowledged Daoist partner, and the only one among them who could receive Su Jie's venting.

And what about them? They weren't even asked their names; they were just tools with uniform numbers and uniform clothing.

You must know that they were once the pride of the Nine Holy Temples, beings that countless disciples looked up to.

However, later on, they gradually felt fortunate that Su Jie had chosen them.

It was because they finally realized that Su Jie had been killing all along.

Although Su Jie forbade them from communicating with the outside world, they could still see the names that had disappeared into the communication symbols, those eternal souls who had vanished from the battlefield.

They were all silently and effortlessly killed by this man, sword by sword.

They survived because they were chosen by Su Jie because of their stunning beauty, because they could be "randomly inspected" by him, and because they became his "employees".

And if you can live, who wants to die?

He has cultivated for countless years, endured countless hardships, suffered countless sins, and gone through countless tribulations.

They understand the preciousness of life better than anyone else.

Dignity? Shame? In the face of life and death, those things are worthless.

As long as they live and can get out, they will still be the Holy Maidens, Glorious Disciples, and Core Dao Children of the Nine Great Temples.

In the Primordial Continent, they remained renowned as the pride of the divine realm, the white moonlight in the hearts of countless men.

As for what happened over the past ninety years? Nobody knows.

Because they have all spoken with each other, they will not tell anyone about what happened here.

Because their pride would not allow it, the temple they belong to would not allow it, and they themselves would certainly not allow it.

Therefore, this memory will remain buried deep in everyone's heart.

Even after leaving the Mystic Realm, they remain pure and immaculate saintesses, still high and mighty beings.

I just don't know when that demon will let them go back.

When Jiang Yue'er learned of their thoughts, the corner of her mouth twitched slightly.

They're all jokes.

Did they think that going outside would make it seem like nothing had happened?

She knew all too well that Su Jie was the kind of person who wouldn't let anyone who knew his secrets leave alive.

There's only one possibility for them to get out alive: Su Jie believes that their escape is more valuable than their deaths.

Su Jie finally stopped training his outstanding employees on the day the first phase was about to end.

He glanced at the system panel, a slow smile spreading across his face: "6000 million Hengli. We can only rely on the second batch."

He turned off the light screen, stretched, and sat up from the soft couch.

More than ninety years have passed. Of the hundreds of millions of participants in the first phase, those who were supposed to run away have run away, those who were supposed to hide have hidden, and those who were supposed to enter the secret realm have entered the secret realm. Almost everyone who could be killed has been killed.

He couldn't get into those who were hiding in absolutely safe places, and he was too lazy to search them one by one, as well as those who were hiding deep in the secret realm.

But it's okay, the first phase of the century-long period is about to end.

The second batch of five-wheeled eternal vehicles is about to enter the market.

Those people carried more cosmic crystals, and their innate ability to absorb and transform them into a greater amount of basic combat power.

One five-wheel permanence is equivalent to hundreds of four-wheel permanence, which is 500 points of permanence.

Why does Su Jie know so much? Because Su Jie has encountered them before, and he has killed hundreds of them.

He even recruited several women with exceptional figures, looks, and temperaments as his female employees.

Therefore, the 40 million constant power he lacks can be obtained by simply sacrificing the lives of 80,000 Five-Wheel Eternals.