I have my own pursuits, I am not misleading others

Left Wizard was severely injured at this moment, both his wings were broken, and he could no longer fly by relying on them; his left leg was broken, forcing him to stand on one foot.

He was covered in blood, his face swollen like a pig's head, completely devoid of his previous sinister aura.

His characteristic aquiline nose had been caved in by Xiao Fan.

It had become a unique concave nose.

He only wanted to survive!

"Don't, don't kill me, I can serve you, I will acknowledge you as my master." Left Wizard couldn't care less and immediately knelt down to beg for mercy.

Xiao Fan said, "Alright."

Left Wizard was overjoyed, thinking he was saved.

However, the next sentence immediately sentenced him to death.

Xiao Fan: "The first thing you will do to serve me is to offer up your life."

Xiao Fan thrust his spear, piercing it into his glabella, and twisted it forcefully; the Nether Qi from Hell instantly invaded his mind, destroying his entire Physical Body.

There was no possibility of survival!

Simple.

"It seems that killing Great Ascension cultivators is now as easy as slaughtering chickens for me," he thought.

All of this left the other Cultivators dumbfounded.

At this moment, they all felt that Xiao Fan was either a Heavenly God descended or a Saint Reincarnation.

"The Saint, he killed another Great Ascension cultivator."

"Since when did Great Ascension cultivators become so worthless? Our Old Ancestor cultivated for thirty thousand years and even lost an arm to a lightning strike during his Undergoing Tribulation before achieving Mahayana.

Yet, the Saint killed three Great Ascension cultivators in three days. How can the disparity between people be so vast?"

"A few days ago, we could say the Saint relied on treasures to kill Great Ascension cultivators, but now, with real blades and spears, he completed a solo kill in a one-on-one duel. The Saint's strength is no longer on the same level as ours."

"Do you think this is the end? Not at all. The Saint is only twenty years old and has already reached the Void Refinement stage and slaughtered Great Ascension cultivators."

"I estimate he will surely achieve Immortal Ascension within a hundred years."

"A hundred years? He'll achieve Immortal Ascension next year!"

These onlookers spread increasingly exaggerated rumors.

Even Xiao Fan couldn't bear to listen anymore.

I didn't expect to become famous too, but I feel a bit hypocritical. Sigh, being famous also comes with psychological burdens.

He put away the Five Elements Exquisite Pagoda, preparing to leave, maintaining a cool demeanor and concealing his achievements and fame.

But the next moment, the female Disciples from the Hundred Flowers Holy Land instantly surrounded him, like chirping orioles and twittering swallows, encircling him completely.

"Saint, are you injured?"

"Saint, are you tired? Do you need me to massage your back?"

"Saint, have some tea. This is the Jasmine Immortal Tea I prepared for you. It can restore Origin Qi, calm the mind, and focus the spirit. It has already cooled down to a warm temperature, just right. It has a fragrant entrance and a sweet aftertaste, perfect for drinking."

Hiss!

The first criterion for recruiting Disciples in the Hundred Flowers Holy Land was good looks.

This group of bold female Disciples from the Hundred Flowers Holy Land all focused their attention on Xiao Fan, their eyes openly revealing their affection.

Their peach-blossom eyes were filled with infatuation, obsession, and twinkling stars, incredibly fervent. Xiao Fan felt as if he had fallen into a flower garden.

He could pluck any flower he wanted.

Not only could he pluck them one by one, but he could also grab them by the handful.

He feared that if he directly said he wanted to sleep with someone, they would strip themselves and offer themselves to him. Perhaps this was the feeling of being desired?

It's a pity, I, Xiao Fan, am not that kind of person.

"Is this Jasmine Immortal Tea really that good? My hand is a bit sore, it's not very convenient."

Upon hearing this, the charming female Disciple, overcome with emotion, proactively brought the tea to his lips.

"Saint, you, please drink."

Xiao Fan took a small sip and didn't feel much difference. If he had to say there was any difference, it was the feeling of passing through a field of flowers without a single petal sticking to him—it was too exhilarating!

I am the man you will never have!

Just kidding, Xiao Fan doesn't lack women now. He can't just pick any one; he needs to have standards. Looks are basic, noble status, preferably with some unique traits, like being a yandere, or something like masochism.

He must have taste and standards!!!

[Ding, your heart is lewd and without pursuit, only thinking of toying with women's emotions. Bah, only thinking of toying with women's bodies. Truly a brainless pervert, a lecher, essential for brainless villains!!!

Obtained Villain Points: 33333 points.]

Hmm, that's a very good compliment. This System is getting better at praising people.

[Ding, you killed Left Wizard, but your acting was too clumsy. Fortunately, someone covered for you, making it barely passable. It was truly a performance.

Obtained Villain Points: 22222 points.]

[Ding, you killed Left Wizard, obtaining information about the Witch Clan and their hiding place.]

Information and hiding place?

The Witch Clan probably isn't very strong, and I'm not a savior anyway. Let them hide.

No fun.

Although the flower garden was beautiful, it was not a gentle haven. Xiao Fan merely experienced the feeling before extricating himself.

He returned to the Tai Xuan Holy Land's team.

The Disciples of the Tai Xuan Holy Land, upon seeing Xiao Fan, had an overflowing sense of pride in their eyes.

Too strong! This is the strength our Taixuan Holy Son should possess!

"Saint, you are too strong!"

"Saint, how do you cultivate? Can you tell us?"

"Yes, you are so powerful, your cultivation must be very arduous, right?"

Xiao Fan looked at the Disciples following him, enjoying their respectful gazes, and was in a good mood.

He said seriously, "Actually, you can also be as strong as me."

Everyone perked up their ears when they heard this, afraid of missing anything.

"You're right, my cultivation is very arduous. I cultivate four hours a day, five days a week, with only two days of rest. I have persevered in this routine for twenty years to barely achieve my current strength."

"This, is this really hard work?"

These words were too shocking, so much so that no one believed them.

Before Xiao Fan could answer, someone had already thought of an answer for him.

"The Saint's innate talent is already strong, so isn't this hard enough? It can only be said that everyone's Physique is different. A Genius only needs to cultivate occasionally, while ordinary people like us just need to cultivate diligently."

Xiao Fan gave him an approving look. You, young man, have good awareness!

"That's right, I'm not showing off my talent. I'm just explaining that to do things, you must persevere and do one thing to the extreme. You can also become a Genius like me. Keep it up!"

After speaking, Xiao Fan slipped away.

Leaving behind a crowd of Disciples, staring blankly at his receding figure.

"He's truly a Genius."

"Even his words are so philosophical! No wonder he's so powerful."

This feeling of speaking nonsense and having others come up with reasons for you is truly ineffable.

The power of brain-dead fans is invincible!

[Ding, you are once again fooling people, feeding chicken soup to the Disciples. You are truly misleading your students, too wicked!

Obtained Villain Points: 66666 points.]

Huh? This works too!

The happiest of all was the Elder of the Tai Xuan Holy Land. Heaven bless our Holy Land, to have produced such an peerless Genius!

"Saint, from now on, if there's anything you need me for, just say the word. This old man will never refuse."

Who can contend with the Saint? Better cling to his leg first!

Xiao Fan nodded and said faintly:

"Elder, your awareness is not high enough. All of this is for the development of the Holy Land. How can you say you are working for me?"

The Great Ascension Elder suddenly realized and quickly corrected himself:

"Obeying the Saint's commands, serving the development of the Holy Land, everything for the Holy Land. Under the Saint's leadership, we will lead the Holy Land to prosperity!"

Xiao Fan gave an affirmative look and said:

"Elder, keep up the good work. I have high hopes for you."

On the surface, he was calm and collected, but Xiao Fan was inwardly grinning from ear to ear. Before, when he only had status, his position wasn't as high as it was now.

Now, just a slight display of power brought forth a wave of cheers. It really comes down to strength!

As he walked, Xiao Fan noticed a figure consistently following him.

He turned his head and saw Hong Rushuang!

Hong Rushuang still wore a black choker around her neck, connected by a black chain.

She was trembling, holding the chain with both hands, following closely behind Xiao Fan, cautiously.

When Xiao Fan turned his head, Hong Rushuang immediately lowered her gaze, not daring to meet his eyes. Her whole body was trembling, as if she had seen a monster.

Xiao Fan said coldly:

"Why are you following me?"

This single sentence startled her greatly. She immediately knelt down, speaking nervously, her voice stuttering.

"R-Replying to the Saint, you, you commanded me not to leave your sight, otherwise, otherwise I would make you angry, and you would kill me."

The arrogant and haughty Hong Rushuang now stood before Xiao Fan, timid and hesitant, her words broken and gasping, not daring to even breathe heavily.

Hearing her say this, he realized he had indeed said something similar.

"Alright, go back and follow Jiang Lan Zhi."

But Hong Rushuang didn't move. Instead, she said:

"Saint, my master is still in trial, and I cannot enter her Immortal Cave."

He thought for a moment about the Witch Clan intelligence. This one before him was still the Witch King's daughter. Perhaps he could combine the intelligence and get something out of her.

"Come with me."

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I'm a bit late today, but the word count hasn't decreased.

Happy Mid-Autumn Festival, everyone.

Considering I've been updating diligently every day for a month with 6000+ words, even during a holiday, please give me some power (weak, pitiful, and helpless).

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