Becoming evil makes you ten times stronger, but becoming a demon gives you hundredfold strength

Meng Yu, who had emerged from seclusion, did not cause any sensation. The Golden Lotus Heart Method emphasizes being like water in form, enduring as a mountain, contemplating deeply, and concealing all fluctuations.

The strength of Meng Yu was like the lotus seeds within the lotus pod, hidden layer by layer, the higher one goes, the more ordinary it appears.

That very night, at twelve o'clock, he suddenly looked up at the sky, sensing that something was amiss.

There was a problem with the Nine-Petal White Lotus within his body.

The next morning, in the center of the Martial Arts Miniature World, on a raised platform, an old man with white eyebrows sat suspended in midair.

His garments were not of the Immortal Sect, but adorned with strange patterns.

"I am True Lord of Bai Yang."

The old man sneered, looking at everyone present, his aura so oppressive that no one could move.

It was like a natural disaster, or a great horror.

"A Nascent Soul Master?"

The students, one after another, turned pale.

One hundred Qi Cultivation practitioners can form a Sword Array to kill those at the Foundation Establishment level, and one hundred Foundation Establishment cultivators can form a Great Formation to slay even Golden Core cultivators.

Then, could ten thousand students at the Qi Refinement Realm, wielding First Grade magic artifacts and weapons, stand against a Nascent Soul Master?

This was as impossible as a million ants trying to fight against a human.

"Yes."

He sneered, and a gust of wind blew over, everyone feeling the immense power.

"This time, I, along with a few companions, came to the Demon Gate to seek justice. I've had the good fortune to control Mirror Twelve and have acquired the ownership of the Martial Arts Miniature World. Right now, you're all taken by me, far away from the Demon Gate.

Don't even think that someone will be able to chase us here. In one month's time, I have already run very far. Mirror Twelve, wouldn't you agree?"

"Yes, we are presently not within the Supreme Star."

The emotionless voice of Mirror Twelve came forth, making everyone's complexion grow even whiter.

A Nascent Soul Master was enough to crush all present, and now Mirror Twelve had fallen into his hands as well.

How were they to fight this battle?

"I am a cautious man. Soon, I will take Mirror Twelve along with a thousand servants and leave completely. Choose a thousand people to follow me. As for the rest, you can either kill them yourselves or I will do it."

He sneered, looking at everyone.

True Lord of Bai Yang, a renowned Nascent Soul Master in neighboring star systems, was known for keeping his word. Once, during a battle, he had agreed with a high-ranking member of the Immortal Sect that whoever died would have their body sent back, and indeed, he had kept his promise.

"Alright, you have fifteen days to choose a thousand people, using whatever means necessary."

...

The scene descended into chaos as Meng Yu, expressionless, nodded to Little Swallow and the small group around him, signaling them to retreat.

The small group totaled twenty-eight individuals, most of whom had low rankings, and now each of them wore a grim expression.

"Let's go."

Meng Yu led the group straight back to their residence. That little house had been arranged with several Arrays, but they were for cleanliness, bathing, and concealment. There was a defensive Array too, but it was merely a minor Yin Yang Gold Lock Array.

"Was that person True Lord of Bai Yang?"

"I've seen his documentaries; it was him, and the voice of Mirror Twelve was also unmistakable."

"What did he mean by a thousand people?"

Twenty-eight had returned, twenty-four; some had gone to look for relatives, while others decided to trust Meng Yu, the strongest person they could rely on.

"I am very grateful for the help you've all given me during this time."

Meng Yu took a deep breath, his gaze falling into his divine sense.

Since midnight yesterday, he had felt that something was wrong.

He no longer had the lotus seeds, but normally, the Nine-Petal White Lotus was still vivid, and the enhancement options were clear. However, now, just like when he entered the virtual competition, the Nine-Petal White Lotus seemed illusory, as did those enhancement options.

"The divine soul is separating!"

This was the experience Meng Yu had gained these days, which led him to a speculation.

Was it that he had entered a virtual world, or that everyone had entered a virtual world?

After all, the Immortal Sect's high-stakes examination alliance would conduct various checks to ensure nothing went wrong each year before the competition. Yet, a Nascent Soul Master managed to sneak in, took control of Mirror Twelve, and broke away from the main world.

How could that be possible? If it really happened, the Immortal Sect would have perished long ago!

Compared with this possibility and entering the virtual world, Meng Yu would rather believe that the Immortal Sect conducted a test in a virtual world after the official competition every year. They simulated dangerous and terrifying situations to observe the children's reactions, and then secretly scored them, cleaning the children's memories afterward. Only a very few within the Immortal Sect would know of everyone's true performance.

Of course, this was just a hypothesis, but just like when Meng Yu previously used the lotus seeds a hundredfold, sometimes in the face of danger, you can only choose between a dangerous and an even more dangerous option.

If that's the case... then it's time to stand up!

"Su Xiaomei, you've been running around to help me find alchemical elixirs, and you've been ridiculed several times."

"Bai You Cheng, thank you for your Thunderfire Sword, it's the finest weapon I've ever used."

"Wang Cheng, in recent days, you have always been maintaining the formation. We couldn't do it without you."

Meng Yu called out each person's name and acknowledged their merits one by one.

"I don't know what this so-called allotment of a thousand slots is all about, but no matter what, you are my companions, and I will protect you all. As for others..."

Meng Yu smiled and drew out the Thunderfire Sword.

"To touch any of you, they'll have to ask my sword if it's appropriate!"

...

"Mirror Twelve, have you gone mad? What are you trying to do!" someone shouted loudly, and two more Nascent Soul Masters from the Immortal Sect arrived.

"I just want to see, when faced with danger, faced with only a thousand slots available, how these children will choose!" Mirror Twelve's voice was steady, filled with resolve.

"My previous master, with three Nascent Souls and fifty Golden Cores, dared to charge against an opponent's formation of twelve Nascent Souls and three hundred Golden Cores.

They won, half of them died, and they killed nine of the enemy's Nascent Souls. From any angle, this kind of battle record is abnormal, but these were the counter-kills the Immortal Sect made time after time in those years.

In battle, any one of them given a dangerous mission would go forth valiantly, fearless even if it meant certain death, because they all knew that having been trained by the Immortal Sect, their spirit would live on even in death.

Gentlemen, what has the league become now?

Look at the competition below. Those with resources are armed with fine treasures, bullying ordinary students and justifying it as giving them an early taste of future cruelty?

Good students don't even go to school because family training is better?

Not to mention those who borrow magic artifacts, the banks, those... They are still middle schoolers, they have to think about how to pay off loans and advertise brands during competitions!

Is this fair, is it appropriate?n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

Now, you three Nascent Souls and fifty Golden Cores, do you dare to charge at an opponent's formation of twelve Nascent Souls and three hundred Golden Cores?

No, you are the batch that's getting charged at!"