System's Super Sect-Chapter 740 - 735. The already crazy Xia Family—Xiahou

Human and demon love.

Human and ghost love.

Human and hand love.

Human and doll love.

Love like this, such as these, had been witnessed by Wen Ping before.

But love between a human and a building, this was too sudden, leaving him unsure how to accept it.

If they really got together, would this building belong to Huaikong or to him?

The system hurriedly explained: "This is Nuwa’s favor. Every demon race seeking inheritance has a one in ten thousand chance of receiving it. Those favored will experience a significant increase in cultivation in a short period of time. However, the exact increase is uncertain, as it depends solely on the luck of the favored."

"That scared me," Wen Ping remarked, looking at the Nuwa Statue as it slowly bowed down and paused above Huaikong, her red lips gently kissed downwards.

After this kiss, a gentle purple light pierced through the thick black clouds, spanning the vast distance between heaven and earth, finally landing atop Huaikong’s head.

As the Nuwa Statue slowly returned to its original form, the purple light also slowly dissipated.

Huaikong’s aura surged upward with the momentum and showed signs of continuing.

Wen Ping couldn’t help but sigh, "It seems the choice of Huaikong as the Demon Emperor was correct; had there been a change, any other demon might have knelt here but never received these things."

Indeed, luck is truly mysterious.

Wen Ping now had reason to believe that the pendant he had that altered luck would one day provide him with a pleasant surprise.

And not just limited to upgrading and remodeling the Vortex Map as it is now.

"To what level can he rise?" Wen Ping asked the system curiously, watching Huaikong on the screen.

The system replied: "According to calculations, Huaikong will kneel before the Nuwa Statue for about ten days. As for the increase in cultivation power, it is currently unknown."

"Can’t you calculate it?"

"Probability and luck cannot be calculated."

"Oh, I see..."

Wen Ping then opened Huaikong’s brief personal information.

Huaikong

Gender: Male

Race: Demon Race

Identity: Demon Emperor of the Demon Race

Demon Pill Cultivation: 30 years (Comparable to Divine Profound Realm)

...

In just a few breaths’ time, the cultivation period transformed to 31 years.

Then it changed to 32 years.

"At this pace for ten days, I’m rather curious about the realm you can reach," Wen Ping murmured softly, then closed the screen.

...

Meanwhile, something was happening in a corner of Vast City.

The Xia Family, on this supposedly joyous day, was filled with worry.

From top to bottom, no one was cheerful hearing the laughter and drum sounds from outside.

Because although the Demon Slaying Competition had ended perfectly, the Xia Family’s geniuses had been completely wiped out.

The new generation of the Xia Family no longer had a leader.

Only a few with ordinary talent remained, living mediocre lives, unable to bear the responsibility for the rise and fall of the Xia Family in decades to come.

"Clan Leader, news has come from that side, that the scouts we sent were just killed," a Xia Family elder stood on a rooftop corridor, gazing into the distance alongside Xiahou.

Xiahou said coldly: "Then send more."

The Xia Family elder replied: "Within Vast City, we don’t have many people left to send. We’ve already alarmed the Immortal Sect, and if we send more scouts to infiltrate, they’ll surely be caught. I believe we should avoid getting close to the Immortal Sect right now; they are not an opponent for our Xia Family."

"What did you say! You want me to endure?" Xiahou’s glaring eyes turned toward the elder, staring intently.

Endure?

How to endure?

The Xia Family’s geniuses all perished at the hands of Immortal Sect disciples.

Directly leading to the Xia Family having no successors in the coming decades.

This was indeed a fatal blow to a family’s future.

The Xia Family elder defiantly responded, "Xiahou, can you calm down a bit! I’m not advising endurance...I just believe there are many with grudges against the Immortal Sect; many want the Immortal Sect destroyed. Why should we alone face the Immortal Sect? Isn’t it better to rely on the Hundred Sects Alliance after the centennial celebration ends?"

After saying this, he looked at Xiahou expectantly, hoping that the usually decisive Xiahou might accept his suggestion today.

After all, the Xia Family’s small arm couldn’t twist the big thigh of the Immortal Sect.

Wasn’t it true that under the iron heel of the Immortal Sect, even a Four-star Influence couldn’t stand?

But Xiahou only roared, "What do you know? This first sword must be pierced by our Xia Family! Otherwise, our Xia Family will never raise its head, and I will forever feel remorse for those two dead children. This right now in Vast City is our best opportunity. If you aren’t willing, then stand aside; if no one goes to monitor the Immortal Sect, I’ll send someone myself."

Xiahou turned and strode briskly toward the stairway, not looking back.

Just then, the elder behind him began to curse loudly as well, "Xiahou, stop right there. The Xia Family is not yours alone!"

Yet Xiahou never turned back.

After leaving his residence, Xiahou went straight to the headquarters of the Hundred Sects Alliance.

When he arrived at the entrance of the Hundred Sects Alliance headquarters, Xiahou suddenly stopped.

This pause lasted a long time.

The night guards passing by saw it was Xiahou and said nothing, merely curiously glancing at him a few times.

Xiahou, however, stood there indifferent, seemingly pondering something.

Gradually, the sky brightened.

Xiahou finally took a step, seemingly having made up his mind, and strode inside.

He passed through the main hall and sub-palace, then stopped in a beautifully serene courtyard filled with the sound of birds singing.

In the courtyard, stunning maids occasionally walked past him, leaving lingering fragrance in their wake.

No one would have thought that inside the headquarters of the Hundred Sects Alliance there would be such buildings and scenes.

At last, Xiahou stopped by some fish fins, bowing to a man feeding a giant python in the pond, "Master, how have you been?"

The man didn’t turn around, just chuckled and said, "Xiahou, it’s nice of you to treat me as your master after all these decades apart."

Xiahou showed no sign of guilt; after all, not visiting his teaching master for decades should have made him feel ashamed.

But he didn’t.

Because Xiahou truly didn’t want to be this man’s disciple; the man was a madman!

Xiahou merely said softly, "Regardless, a master is a master."

"Humph! Speak, what brings you to me?" The man responded, seemingly indifferent to Xiahou’s reaction.

"Master, I hope you can help me with a favor in your capacity as Silver Level Chief of the Hundred Sects Alliance. Afterward, whatever you want, I’ll give it to you."

Xiahou already planned it all when he came.

Negotiating with a tiger it is, but it’s better than being unable to deal with the Xia Family’s unsheathable sword.

The man asked, "You want to deal with the Immortal Sect?"

"Since you already know, Master, let’s be straightforward about this." Xiahou had already decided to agree to any request.

"Helping you against the Immortal Sect is not a simple matter... Let me think about what I should ask for?" The man was silent for a while and then suddenly sneered, "How about your wife? Isn’t she quite lovely?"

"Madman!"

Xiahou shouted.

"You’re just a madman!"

Xiahou shouted again.

"Don’t get excited, I didn’t say anything; you’re imagining too much. It’s just a casual question." The man grinned creepily.

"Anything but that." Xiahou restrained his anger.

"What you have, why wouldn’t I, Lian Jin, have? Since you’re unwilling, let’s talk later. If I had to state it right now, I wouldn’t think of anything. I’m happy to help resolve your issue first and ask for things afterward."

While saying this, the man still smiled, very creepily.

It matched perfectly with the name given to him by everyone at Heaven and Earth Lake—Mad Demon.

Xiahou dared not let him make demands afterward.

"I’ll offer a thousand stunning beauties! Just need you to do me a small favor."

"1000, tsk tsk, quite generous. But I, Lian Jin, don’t care. Commanding the Hundred Sects Alliance army, it’s just a word to find 1000 beauties."

Lian Jin shook his head.

Clearly, he still insisted on what he wanted.

"She won’t be given to you!" Xiahou refused again.

Lian Jin turned away too.

"The road is behind you!"

"I’ll give her!"

The order to leave was made, Xiahou suddenly changed his stance.

As if his previous insistence was merely for show.

Once Xiahou agreed, Lian Jin also turned around with a smile and asked, "Tell me, what do you need me to do?"

Xiahou straightforwardly said, "I need authority, the authority to take away disciples from the Immortal Sect. I’ve found the reasons. Qin Mo shot to the top of the points list in one day; surely it’s cheating. As for Huai Ye, the Demon Race is invading the Demon Realm, she can be said to be a spy. And Lin Kewu, simply put, the stick in his hand originally belongs to my Xia Family."

"These reasons, quite crude."

Lian Jin laughed and shook his head.

No one knew what he was laughing about.

Xiahou continued, "Also, if the Immortal Sect people try to stop us, you must intervene and kill them for me."

Lian Jin laughed, "Situ Xiuneng died at the hands of the Immortal Sect; this makes it difficult... But I like it, because what you’re giving me excites me."

Xiahou said, "Then tomorrow morning, I will take action."

Lian Jin pulled out a waist badge and handed it over, "Take it. From now on, you are my spokesperson, also allowed as Law Enforcer during the Centennial Gathering! As soon as you crush it, all Silver Level Chiefs, Golden Level Chiefs will sense it and rush to you immediately."

Xia Jin was delighted, stepping up immediately to take it.

After receiving it, Xia Jin joyfully, repeatedly inspected the badge, unable to put it down, his desire for revenge against the Immortal Sect surged at that moment.