Each of the nine dragon maidens possesses extraordinary abilities.

The simulation ended, and Lu Yueyuan returned to the cave dwelling he had entered a month before becoming sect leader. He sat blankly on the stone bed, then hugged the system and cried. He cursed, "To hell with this world! What's wrong with it? My parents, everyone in the village died innocently—that's one thing, they were weak, there was nothing they could do. When powerful cultivators came, they could only die. But what about my grandmaster and fourth senior sister? They weren't weak either, so why did they die like that, and in such a pathetic way? My fourth senior sister was so talented, she understood the path of sect leader so well, talismans, formations, magic weapons, curses, spirit pets… she was proficient in everything. Reaching the Dao and Self Unity realm was only a matter of time, so why did she die so miserably?"

He cried so hard he could barely breathe, sometimes hugging the system, sometimes hitting his forehead with his hand, snot and tears streaming down his face, all over the system. He said, "System, you should have come sooner, couldn't you have simulated it earlier? Why did you have to get stuck at this point, making it all so absurd? What can I do now? I might as well die with them." The system also cried, burrowing into Lu Yueyuan's arms, sobbing, "It's okay, it's okay, everything will be alright, you are a person like Yao and Shun."

Lu Yueyuan cried even harder. He thought to himself, "Yao my ass! Who is like Yao and Shun, hiding in their own bed and crying like this?"

He just kept crying and crying, almost crying until he went blind. Ming Huaiwei waited outside the cave for a long time, but when there was no response, she walked in worriedly and saw Lu Yueyuan crying on the bed while hugging a pillow.

Sigh, what a huge embarrassment. Luckily, we can simulate it. Yes, simulation is somewhat useful; at least Lu Yueyuan isn't crying now.

Yan Qianjie felt his heart pounding wildly.

Lu Yueyuan, like a demon crawling out of the abyss, once again severed his body.

How many times have they died...? Yan Qianjie had lost count; he'd probably died over three thousand times, and Lu Yueyuan over a thousand. Had the number already exceeded a thousand? How come that coward's soul hadn't collapsed yet? Is this even right?

Yan Qianjie roared in fury, unleashing his highest-level profound technique. The illusory image of the Celestial Venerable reappeared behind him, preparing to merge. Last time, Ji Cheng interrupted his fusion; now he wouldn't give him another chance. The instant Lu Yueyuan approached, Yan Qianjie threw a dart. Blessed by the Celestial Venerable, the dart carried unparalleled power, piercing Lu Yueyuan's body. The terrifying recoil sent Lu Yueyuan flying backward, but he still made a desperate gamble, hurling the blade in his hand at Yan Qianjie.

Without the Holy Emperor's [Advance] blessing, the blade flew straight towards Yan Qianjie, piercing his body. He didn't dodge, but... he had already completed his fusion with the Heavenly Venerable's phantom! Armor grew from his flesh, as if blood was spreading out. His body continued to grow stronger, and crimson spiritual energy transformed into armor on his body. Goat horns also grew from his head. The strange phenomena of heaven and earth merged with his magical treasure.

The God of Slaughter descended upon the world; authority, celestial phenomena, and magical treasures all merged within him. He was now in the complete form of the Heavenly Venerable's agent. The entire Slaughter Space trembled, as if welcoming its master.

Yan Qianjie laughed wildly as the blade piercing his body shattered in mid-air. This was the true form of his power; his soul was directly bound to the killing platform, and his physical form was merely an illusion. In reality, he was immortal. In this form, he feared not even Ji Chengshuo, and he was confident he could defeat Ji Chengshuo in this form.

Yan Qianjie threw a punch at Lu Yueyuan, the blood-red fist wind rushing straight at his opponent. This punch could not only obliterate the body, but also the soul.

However, the force of the punch dissipated in front of Lu Yueyuan, only slightly ruffling his hair.

The other slowly raised his head, extended a finger, and pointed slightly. In an instant, golden light burst forth. Yan Qianjie felt something within his body suddenly explode. The spot where the blade had pierced his body, shaped by his very essence, suddenly had a new opening. The killing space emitted a sound like a shattering mirror. A portion of Lu Yueyuan's power returned, and his eyes once again burned with golden flames. Yan Qianjie suddenly understood. The problem was Lu Yueyuan's blade. Through countless battles, that blade had left something within his soul. Lu Yueyuan was waiting for him to unleash the final form of his power, so that he could destroy his essence.

Golden light... At this moment, Yan Qianjie truly felt fear, just like a long time ago when he hid behind a door, and the blinding sunlight shone unreasonably through the crack in the door, causing all ugly things to burn under the sun.

Boom! Something within his soul shattered, severing the connection between him and the Celestial Venerable. The blessing that had protected his soul all along vanished, and the accumulated fear of countless deaths erupted. At this moment, he saw a god called "Death." The elders often said that there is great terror between life and death, referring to the Great Virtue True Lord and that god called Death. Yan Qianjie screamed in terror. Previously, the Celestial Venerable had protected him, preventing him from seeing that god at the moment of death. But now, because Lu Yueyuan had destroyed his origin, he had seen it.

So, every time his enemies died, they saw this strange thing? He gasped for breath, calling out the name of the Celestial Venerable in his heart in terror. But the Celestial Venerable did not respond, just as his birth mother no longer responded to him.

Footsteps approached, and Yan Qianjie looked up with red eyes. He was almost going crazy. The Heavenly Venerable's blessing was still there, but it fell on Lu Yueyuan.

"So that's how it is. I'm the coward now..." Yan Qianjie understood. Madness and collapse spurred his last bit of courage, and he endured the wound in his abdomen as he got up.

The fusion shattered once again, and this time he reverted to a human body.

Lu Yueyuan strolled over, now unarmed, only his clenched fists. Gold and red flames burned simultaneously on his body, blood blurring Yan Qianjie's vision; he could no longer see Lu Yueyuan clearly. This guy, isn't he the same as before? No change in appearance, no change in face, still so naive and innocent… No, actually, he's changed. What hasn't changed is Yan Qianjie himself. He misjudged Lu Yueyuan. This guy has become the agent of that forbidden god; if he didn't have some ability, how could he have been chosen by that god?

Lu Yueyuan stopped in front of him. They looked at each other. Yan Qianjie saw himself in those eyes burning with golden flames, just like Ji Cheng had said that time.

Yan Qianjie didn't know what was wrong with him; he felt completely unable to move. So this was what fear felt like—it made him utterly unable to control his body. He could only stare at Lu Yueyuan, unable to launch the attack he had planned. Lu Yueyuan sighed softly, reached out, and placed his hand on Yan Qianjie's head.

"The winner is Fourth Senior Sister." Lu Yueyuan suddenly said this out of the blue, his voice light and airy, but it made Yan Qianjie tremble uncontrollably.

In the simulated future, Lu Yueyuan had also defeated Yan Qianjie. Unlike this time, when he used the blade reshaped by Jiang Dingqu to destroy Yan Qianjie's essence, in the simulation, he relied on his own strength at the Dao-Self Unity realm to forcefully defeat Yan Qianjie. Then he searched through Yan Qianjie's collection and found the video recording talisman, watching the entire process. It was Fourth Senior Sister who killed Yan Qianjie first, but because of the Heavenly Venerable's protection, Yan Qianjie was not afraid of the great terror of death. Fourth Senior Sister was killed more than ten times, experiencing that great terror more than ten times, until her soul finally collapsed. She begged Yan Qianjie for mercy, only hoping that he would spare her junior brothers and sisters, but Yan Qianjie refused. He killed her, and then killed his junior brothers and sisters.

“Hehe…” Yan Qianjie said, trembling, “Perhaps you are right… If it weren’t for the Heavenly Venerable’s protection, which shielded me from the perception of death, the one who killed me first would have won.”

Yan Qianjie realized he was doomed, but death... it was truly terrifying. He had witnessed it firsthand, without the protection of the Heavenly Venerable. Death was indeed the thing humans should fear most. Suddenly, he didn't want to die; he wanted to live. Living was the best thing ever. His mind raced, frantically searching for a way to survive.

“Very good.” Lu Yueyuan nodded, his hand still on his head. “You saw [death], right? That feeling is really not good. I still envy you. The Celestial Venerable’s modification of the understanding of death is a really good protection.”

Yan Qianjie trembled as he tore off the necklace from his neck with his left hand and handed it over.

“This must be a token of the Celestial Venerable’s representative.” Lu Yueyuan glanced at the necklace.

“That’s right… The Celestial Venerable has already given up on me. I am no longer qualified to be His representative. The fact that He blessed you means that you are more compatible with Him… Becoming a god’s representative is not necessarily a good thing, but it is definitely a good thing if two gods are interested in you. You can then raise your price.” Yan Qianjie said.

"That's great, thank you. After so many times, I can finally see this side of you now," Lu Yueyuan said.

Yan Qianjie was stunned, not understanding what the other person was saying.

[Forward][Forward][Forward][Forward][Forward] Lu Yueyuan's left hand, which was placed on Yan Qianjie's head, suddenly burst out with golden light. The collapse of the killing space allowed him to fully unleash his power. His left hand was pushed forward and pressed down forcefully. It was a power that could not be resisted. Bones, flesh, internal organs... were pressed down from top to bottom by a hand and turned into a bursting pulp of flesh.

"So you can feel fear too. It's the last time I'll see this side of you, hehe." Lu Yueyuan stepped on the necklace, his hand leaving the pile of flesh. In the simulation, he had killed Yan Qianjie more than once, but never as comfortingly as he did now.

Jealousy and the Hermit watched in stunned silence. This final scene was far too cruel, far surpassing all the previous killings. But the Hermit also understood one thing: Lu Yueyuan had won. He had truly taken to the field himself and killed the Heavenly Venerable's proxy.

The space shattered layer by layer, and the three were about to leave the space and return to the earth's veins. At this critical moment, the Holy Emperor appeared, illuminating Lu Yueyuan's wounded soul like a warm sun.

"You've worked hard." The Holy Emperor said in a low voice, "Although Jiang Dingqu helped to destroy the source, it was also thanks to your familiarity with Yan Qianjie and the killing space that this time was still very risky. If you couldn't hold on and really perished there, I wouldn't be able to save you."

"Are you afraid that I'm afraid of death?" Lu Yueyuan said. "Don't worry, I've seen it many times."

"I'll say it again, you are now my agent," the Holy Emperor said. "This is completely different from what you planned before. You didn't tell me it was such a risky operation... You even... I understand now, you know I can see into your mind, so you're manipulating me internally. This is your real plan. You are clearly my agent, yet you're wary of me?"

Lu Yueyuan said, "That's not true, I'm just a bit confused."

“You are already at your limit. What if Qing Zaishan ambushes you?” the Holy Emperor said. “You are about to lose consciousness. Do you think Jealousy and the Hermit can deal with Qing Zaishan?”

"Don't worry, I investigated after arriving here. Qing Zai Shan has already left Qingzhou because her maid is no longer in Qingzhou. I don't know what Yan Qian Jie imprisoned, maybe it's the true form of her power, but in any case, she has already escaped," Lu Yueyuan said.

"You've always been cautious, why did you take such a risk this time?" the Holy Emperor roared. "You had many ways to kill Yan Qianjie! Was it to show off your bravery? Did you want to attract the Heavenly Venerable's attention? Did you want to turn your back on me and become His proxy? The token I gave you is in your heart, do you believe I'll destroy it?"

"Please calm down, I didn't mean that," Lu Yueyuan said calmly.

The spatial connection was completely broken, and they returned to the earth's veins. The reclusive hermit immediately activated a large array and spells, warily observing everything around her, fearing that Qing Zaishan would become the one to reap the benefits. Jealousy, meanwhile, ran to his side, supported him, and wiped his body with a handkerchief she'd pulled out from somewhere.

Only after leaving the killing space and as the Celestial Venerable's blessing slowly faded did Lu Yueyuan realize he was about to collapse. If it weren't for the Holy Emperor's protection, he might have already broken down. After all, he no longer had the system. Every time he returned from the brink of death, he would hug the system and wail for ages, but now that the system was gone, he had nothing to hug.

Looking back now, the system was incredibly unlucky to have a host like him. During the previous simulations, Lu Yueyuan was completely unreliable; he only thought about escaping, about eating, drinking, and having fun. He tried to forget his hatred for his master and this lineage, but as expected, forgetting was impossible. So Lu Yueyuan got bogged down in a battle with the Four Divine Forces and the lineage protectors. This was truly difficult, and the system had to constantly cheer him on and encourage him. When Lu Yueyuan broke down, it had to quickly say, "You're the best! You'll definitely become a very, very powerful person! Don't be afraid! You're the master's favorite! You're like Yao and Shun!"... To be honest, Lu Yueyuan thought the system was talking nonsense, but he couldn't help liking to hear such words. One night, Lu Yueyuan was being chased and hiding in a cave, his spiritual energy exhausted, his body covered in wounds, cold and in pain. He hugged the system and asked, "System, can you sing me a song?" The system asked, "What do you want to hear?" Lu Yueyuan said, "How about you sing 'Riding the Waves'? It's a song I listened to in my past life, but I haven't heard it in a long time since I came to this world." The system replied, "Then I might as well sing you the Ultraman Tiga theme song. Didn't you love Ultraman Tiga in your past life?"

He definitely likes Tiga. When he was little, he stupidly lent his light to Tiga while watching TV, but Tiga didn't give it back and instead sent him to this dark world. Thinking about it now, it's really awful. He should have sided with Gatanothor.

The wind howled through the cave, and Lu Yueyuan huddled in a corner. The only warmth he found was in the system in his arms, which was gently singing two songs. It sounded so good that Lu Yueyuan smiled foolishly. "Oh, it sounds so good!" he thought, deciding that he would make the system sing more often in the future.

"A tiny cloud, slowly coming over, please rest your feet, stop for a while..." He suddenly heard the Holy Emperor humming in his mind.

Lu Yueyuan asked, "Are you calmed down now?"

"How could that be? I just suddenly heard this melody in your mind, and you wanted to hear it, so I sang it."

“Thank you for your kindness,” Lu Yueyuan said.

"I don't need it!" The Holy Emperor lost his temper again. What He really wanted to say was, "Look, you want to hear songs, I can sing. You can also tell me what your plans are. Why deceive me with your own thoughts?"

“I won’t lie to you anymore,” Lu Yueyuan said.

The Holy Emperor didn't speak. A mere promise wasn't enough; he needed an explanation. It was like when your girlfriend is angry. At that moment, promising not to repeat the mistake in the future wasn't enough. You had to explain your behavior because she needed to understand. She was afraid you would become someone she didn't recognize.

“I just can’t forget it, I just can’t forget it no matter what,” Lu Yueyuan said.

"Just because of that?" the Holy Emperor said. "Then tell me! We can plan better. If you want to vent, then vent. I'll help you plan better, and I can make you safer!"

"Yes, I was wrong, I'm sorry." Lu Yueyuan admitted his mistake. He didn't intend to continue arguing with the Holy Emperor; he had indeed reached his limit.

"Qing Zaishan is indeed not here. You should rest," the Holy Emperor suddenly said gently.

Feeling as if his body was falling apart, Lu Yueyuan leaned against Jealousy and collapsed the next second. Jealousy immediately panicked and shouted, "Agent, don't die! What will happen if you die on me? The boss will come after me!" But Lu Yueyuan had no strength left. Since he was going to fall anyway, he might as well choose a good place to fall. Falling on a cute girl was better than falling on a hard rock.

Finally, he heard the Holy Emperor humming softly again. It sounded so nice; he could finally get a good night's sleep.

Chapter 92: There are no good people in this era, only perverts (1 words)

Something was churning inside my chest.

Lu Yueyuan opened his eyes and smelled a very pleasant scent—the fresh fragrance of bamboo. He turned his head slightly and saw a very handsome face approaching him. The face was clean and clear, and the eyes were as clear as the surface of a sacred lake, enough to reflect his image.

The smell was indeed very pleasant. He subconsciously moved closer, and the scent of the bamboo forest became stronger, along with the fragrance of even more herbs.

"My lord, you look like a little dog." The other party chuckled, remaining still without moving or backing away.

“...Jealousy.” Lu Yueyuan’s senses returned, and he saw his surroundings clearly. He was lying in a bamboo house, with a large array constantly gathering spiritual energy from the surroundings to nourish his body. There were also many magical artifacts in the room, which he glanced through and found to be capable of repairing the soul.

“It’s me. You’ve been unconscious for more than three days. Our leader is negotiating with the Langya Gang on behalf of the Seven Deadly Sins. Do you want me to call her for you?” Jealousy said with a grin as she lay by his bedside. At this moment, she was like a puppy.

"...No need, don't disturb her yet." Lu Yueyuan tried to sit up, but the next second, the exhaustion from the depths of his soul threatened to overwhelm him, and his depleted spiritual sea warned him of his current physical condition. His cultivation was still too weak. In the simulation, whether fighting the guardians or the four divine agents, he always tried every possible way to raise his cultivation level first. Even if he wasn't at the Dao-I-Five Realm, he was at least at the Dao-Holding Realm. But this time was different. He gave the secret treasure for improving comprehension to Arrogance, and only by relying on the power of the Holy Emperor and his own preparations was he able to defeat the Heavenly Venerable Agent.

"Don't move. Many people have examined you. You need to rest now. Fortunately, the Holy Emperor is here and has preserved your soul. Lord Agent, you scared me to death. When you collapsed on me, you weren't even breathing. I really thought you were going to die." Jealousy tilted her head to look at him, her kneeling feet on the edge of the bed twitching slightly. "These past three days have been agonizing. The boss was so worried. He almost wanted to fight me."

“Why would she want to fight you? In her heart, you are the ones who are important,” Lu Yueyuan said.

"Yeah, right. You're the most important person to her now." Jealousy puffed out her cheeks. "You didn't see her expression, she was incredibly fierce, like she wanted to eat me alive! I almost got eaten alive by her!!"

"It's not that exaggerated," Lu Yueyuan thought with envy, reaching out to pat her head.

“You have to explain for me!” Jealousy said. “I was very worried when you got into trouble. I carried you back. You’re so heavy, you almost crushed me into a meat patty.”

The more he talked, the more exaggerated it became, but Lu Yueyuan didn't refute it. He did feel like he was being held the whole time, and the scent of bamboo and various herbs mixed together made him sleep soundly.

Jealousy suddenly stirred within him; he rummaged in his pocket for a moment and pulled out a sugar cube.

"Want some candy? It's sweet and can boost your spirits," Jealousy said.

Lu Yueyuan shook his head: "I don't eat sweets, and this great formation and these magical artifacts all have the effect of restoring my spirit, so I'll be fine after a while."

The grand formation was clearly set up by the reclusive hermit; only she in Qingzhou could set up such an exquisite formation. As for these magical artifacts... Lu Yueyuan could only tell that the materials used in these artifacts were very rare, and they must have been provided by the Langya Gang.

“That’s true. Cultivators need everything to serve their cultivation—eating, sleeping, even walking and thinking. They’re all clamoring to find their own path to enlightenment. But that’s so boring. Life is short, just be happy.” Jealousy popped a sugar cube into his mouth. “Don’t take such a risk next time. We all depend on you. If you’re gone, we won’t be able to contact the Holy Emperor.”

Lu Yueyuan nodded in response, but he still couldn't move and could only lean against the bed.

"Did you feel good?" Jealousy suddenly asked.

"what?"

"Hmm... I saw it clearly at the very end. You turned that proxy into mincemeat with one slap. That was so cruel. You must hate him. Did you feel any pleasure?" Jealousy looked at him, blinking her eyes.

“It was exhilarating, especially seeing the fear on his face,” Lu Yueyuan said. “I felt incredibly good.”

"Wow, you're quite vengeful."

“Yes, I am petty. I always thought that time would make me forget some things, but I didn’t expect that while I might forget them, those things that angered and annoyed me are impossible to forget… Perhaps that’s just how humans are; we can never remember love, but we can never forget hate,” Lu Yueyuan said. “Just like your feelings towards the Demonic Sect, can you really forget them?”

"Hmm... indeed, I can't forget it."

“That’s it. I hate him to the bone. How could I possibly forget him?” Lu Yueyuan exhaled slowly and looked out the window.

“That’s true, I don’t deny it, but I won’t risk my life for revenge. I finally escaped from there, how could I possibly die again? It’s not worth it to die before I see the sun tomorrow just to vent my anger,” Jealousy said. “You still have to remember some love. If you can’t remember anything, how can you live?”

“People live for all sorts of reasons, you have yours, and I have mine,” Lu Yueyuan said, suddenly becoming unusually serious.

Jealousy opened her mouth slightly, and after a long while, she said, "Alright, then I've said too much. Don't pour it on me next time, or I'm afraid you'll die and I won't be able to explain myself."

"Okay, sure." Lu Yueyuan nodded. He wasn't the kind of person who would seek death. This was his last chance; if he died again, it would be for real. He had to make his death meaningful. He had already thought it through. It didn't matter how far this path led; what mattered was that he would give it his all, so that he could at least make up for all those simulations.

"Fine, fine, fine, fine what?" Jealousy suddenly bared its fangs and claws. "I've been watching over you for three days, I'm so tired and hungry, do you know that?"

Lu Yueyuan looked at her: "...You've been here the whole time?"

"What else? I want to sleep, right now, move over a little."

"You haven't fasted yet, how can you go three days without food? Go eat something first." Lu Yueyuan didn't want to move.

"It's so noisy, I want to sleep, I want to sleep now!"

She became as irritable as a small animal and was no longer afraid of any proxy. She forcefully climbed onto the bed and nudged Lu Yueyuan like a calf. Lu Yueyuan had no choice but to use the last of his strength to move closer. Then she curled up contentedly next to him, closed her eyes, and nestled at the feet of a god like a believer.

Soft breathing could be heard in the room; she had fallen asleep.

"Really asleep?" Lu Yueyuan looked at her, his eyes gleaming. She was indeed asleep; she hadn't lied to him. He gazed at her for a long time, raising and lowering his hand repeatedly.

The sleeping girl was quiet and beautiful, so beautiful that you wondered if such a girl really existed in the world. The fragrance on her body was mixed with the scent of bamboo; it turned out that the herbal aroma came from her.

The door opened, and Jing Xingzhou walked in.

Lu Yueyuan looked up; this was the first time the two of them had met in this cycle of reincarnation.

"Are you feeling better? Whew... You can finally come in. You don't know, that girl used our materials to make these magical artifacts, and she locked the door, not allowing any of us to come in. She bares her teeth at anyone who comes in, not even your people. She's as fierce as a tiger, like she's going to eat people." Jing Xingzhou sat on the edge of the bed and handed Lu Yueyuan a pill to restore his strength.

Lu Yueyuan took the pill, and sure enough, his strength was greatly restored.

He looked at Jealousy sleeping beside him again, but this time, the golden light in his eyes couldn't give him the right answer.

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A gust of cold wind swept across my face.

Su Zhaoran finally arrived at his destination, the Hall of Words located in the valley of the sect.

The Hall of Words is the landmark building of the Seventh Lineage, the Hall of Words, and is managed by the seventh lineage protector, Mo Zhiyan. The Hall of Words has 108,000 laws, each with countless sub-clauses. Its complexity can only be understood by Mo Zhiyan herself. In other words, whether or not the sect's rules have been violated is entirely up to her.

Compared to the iconic buildings of other branches, Zhiyan Hall is not grand in itself; it is just an ordinary hall built in a valley.

Within the entire Jiuyi Sect, this location is considered relatively remote, but its power is not to be underestimated, and every disciple of the Jiuyi Sect fears this place.

Most importantly, the Hall of Words has a special place called the Dark Prison.