System's Super Sect-Chapter 739 - 734. Huaikong’s Legacy

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Chapter 739: 734. Huaikong’s Legacy

Squeak—

The door was pushed open by Wen Ping.

As the flying sword returned to his hand, Wen Ping glanced at the fat man lying in a pool of blood by the door.

Wearing luxurious clothes, with a few big gemstone rings on his fingers, he exuded a slick and greasy feeling, looking very much like a businessman.

Of course, if he were really a businessman, why would Wen Ping kill him?

After closing the door again, Wen Ping quietly returned to his room.

Back in the room, Wen Ping wiped the blood from the blade while smiling and saying, "The Xia Family really has some nerve. Even the Hundred Sects Alliance wouldn’t dare send spies to live here, yet they sent a spy to live on the same floor as me."

Knock knock knock!

The sound of knocking resumed outside.

"Who?"

"Sect Leader, it’s me."

It was Chen Xie’s voice.

Wen Ping raised his hand, a strand of vein qi flew over to open the door, but he didn’t ask Chen Xie what he was there for or what the matter was.

He felt Chen Xie had something to say.

Chen Xie bowed apologetically and said, "Sect Leader, for such a small matter, you just need to give orders next time."

Wen Ping sheathed his sword and asked indifferently, "Since you knew there was a Xia Family spy living here, why not clear him out?"

"Xia Family spies usually leave behind vital blood at home when they go out. If they die, the family can detect it immediately. You hadn’t returned yet, so I didn’t dare alert the snake. I planned to handle it later, didn’t expect the Sect Leader to act in advance." Just joined the sect, Chen Xie didn’t want to be labeled as incompetent, so he felt it necessary to explain.

Wen Ping said, "Next time, for such insignificant people, just kill them directly. No need to worry about alerting anyone."

"Understood." Chen Xie nodded.

With this response, Chen Xie kept today’s matter firmly in mind.

From today’s observation, Wen Ping seemed to be the kind of person decisive in killing, not allowing even a grain of sand in his eyes.

If he wanted to cater to Wen Ping, he would also need to be decisive in the future, otherwise, even if he gained power, he wouldn’t be heavily relied upon.

"Go back and tidy up." Wen Ping finished speaking, and Chen Xie cautiously exited the room.

After leaving, Chen Xie packed the corpse into the storage ring, intending to dispose of it in the wild on the way.

Just as he finished preparing to go downstairs, he saw He Nian wearing only half a mask and his clothes disheveled, walking up. His helpless eyes were exposed, and he sighed as he adjusted his clothes.

"Elder He."

Chen Xie glanced up and down, stifling a laugh.

After all, entangled by a woman, he couldn’t sustain serious injuries, but he would certainly be in a predicament.

He Nian noticed Chen Xie’s sweeping gaze and immediately snapped unkindly, "What’s there to look at!"

...

Demon Realm.

As midnight quietly approached.

Huaikong observed the chaos within the Demon Race but did nothing.

As for the matters of the Demon Realm, they were gradually coming to an end. The influx of a large number of demons had pushed the Hundred Sects Alliance into a corner within a day’s time. So the choice left for the Hundred Sects Alliance was only two: either get out of the Demon Realm or send more people in.

Huaikong hoped for the former.

Because he believed that the Demon Race was not in the best position to launch a battle with the Hundred Sects Alliance yet.

Hatred needs to be remembered.

But revenge can’t be rushed.

"Where is the Demon Race inheritance..." Standing in the center of the ruins of the Demon Ancestor Cliff, Huaikong gazed around, searching for any anomalies.

However, there was only debris around him.

Nothing else was present.

Yet he believed Wen Ping wouldn’t deceive him, so he chose to continue waiting.

Suddenly, dark clouds obscured the sky.

The earth fell into pitch-black darkness, with not a hint of light.

Then, strands of strange sounds began echoing in the sky, as if descending from above.

They were solemn.

They were mysterious.

They inherently evoked a sense of reverence in Huaikong.

Huaikong was momentarily stunned, then involuntarily knelt down slowly, closing his eyes and bowing his head towards the front with devotion.

At this moment, Huaikong felt everything returning to virtual emptiness.

The peculiar sounds around him made him feel as though he was in another wonderful world.

Soon, an image flashed before his eyes.

It was an exceptionally beautiful woman, human-bodied with a serpent tail, seemingly akin to the Demon Race. Yet, she emitted an extremely sacred aura.

She was in a quiet world, gently molding something out of clay.

As for what she was molding, Huaikong couldn’t see.

After a long time, she stopped and tossed the molded item away.

It was at this moment that Huaikong saw clearly.

It was a clay figure.

However, the moment the clay figure hit the ground, it slowly grew larger and transformed into a real person.

Soon, she tossed out another.

This time, it became a giant tiger.

...

Watching this, Huaikong was astounded.

The woman before him was creating living beings.

Humans, fierce beasts, and many other creatures were all sculpted by her from clay.

As the scene gradually faded, Huaikong raised his head. But at that moment, the scene before him made his heart pound with shock.

The woman creating life was standing right in front of him!

She gazed downward at him with clear and mysterious eyes.

Bang!

Instantly, Huaikong’s entire body trembled, plunging into chaos, and all the images before him vanished.

He now stood upon a mirror-like lake.

This lake stretched endlessly.

No matter how far he went, the edge remained unseen.

...

Inside the inn.

Wen Ping watched Huaikong kneeling before the Nuwa Statue through the system-provided scene and then asked, "What did Huaikong achieve?"

"Inheritance."

Regarding the system’s reply, Wen Ping thought, then why bother saying it.

Wen Ping continued to ask, "I know it’s inheritance, but doesn’t the inheritance have a name?"

"Currently inheriting the power of the Divine Beast, transforming the Taotie’s devouring ability into even greater divine techniques. In the future, Huaikong won’t need to rely on time to accumulate cultivation or refine the Demon Pill, he just needs to eat. No matter what he eats, he can enhance his power! This is the super benefit granted by the Demon Immortal inheritance to the Demon Emperor and the first worshipper."

Wen Ping said, "Just eating, doesn’t that make him surpass me in minutes? I feel like I’ve worked hard all day, but the biggest beneficiary isn’t me, it’s him."

"The stronger the divine techniques, the more difficult it is to increase power, so it’s fair. If he truly surpasses the host, it’s also beneficial to the host. As long as the host’s reputation upgrades to Level Five, his strength can indirectly become the host’s nourishment, making the host even stronger."

"Although it’s said as such, I feel that this ability to become stronger just by eating is too crazy. It’s very likely to cause the collapse of this power system."

His "Changmo Technique" only needs to devour Wood Qi to strengthen himself.

Even with such a crazy ability, upon careful thought, it’s not as powerful as the divine techniques Huaikong gained.

Because to have a lot of Wood Qi, he needs books that provide lots of Wood Qi, so he has to work hard planting trees.

But Huaikong doesn’t need to do that.

He can eat whatever he sees.

He already has a stomach that can convert anything into power!

Over time, wouldn’t he become invincible in this world?

The system immediately explained, "Rest assured, host, everything provided by the system is one hundred percent adapted to this world. Everything has its limits and won’t cause any negative impact. Also, this world’s Meridian Gate cultivators are far stronger than those the host has seen."

"Is that so..." Wen Ping fell silent, his gaze again landing on Huaikong.

At this moment, Wen Ping pointed at the image of the Nuwa Statue.

Long-forgotten surprise appeared on Wen Ping’s face.

Because the Nuwa Statue moved.

It actually bent down, wanting to kiss Huaikong.

"What’s going on?"

"Is my creation interested in Huaikong?"