GA: Chapter 174 – Since You've Come, You May As Well All Stay
It was simply that Luo Hao had taken that step before him. But he would catch up soon enough.
Just wait, Luo Hao.
Just as Marquis Voban was making that declaration to himself, Su Yunqing unceremoniously dismantled his hopes.
Ordinary Group Owner: "No mission. Even though he's basically a transmigrator under a different name, he doesn't have a golden finger. The [Rule-Level Item] that lets them simulate other worlds' lives isn't on him."
Ordinary Group Owner: "His strength might be a bit above average, but not by much more than a normal martial arts master."
Ordinary Group Owner: "It's not a high-martial world like Storm Riders anyway. Dongfang can handle it herself."
Ordinary Group Owner: "So the chat group has no intention of issuing a mission."
Uchiha Dance King: "Tedious."
Lighthouse Tycoon: "A pity."
Be My Son: "Kuhahahaha, indeed a bit of a pity."
These days, beyond Master Kau's world transmigrator, the chat group hadn't issued any other missions.
Kasashita Shiya's world had a transmigrator, but since he was an ordinary person with no [Rule-Level Item] on him, no transmigrator mission had been issued. And since he hadn't produced any negative impact on the world, none of them had any intention of dealing with him either.
They'd hoped Dongfang Bubai's world might finally prompt the chat group to issue a mission—turns out, still nothing.
The Most Ancient God Slayer: "Useless!"
Marquis Voban's expression stiffened upon hearing there was no mission, and he cursed under his breath.
In his eyes, the reason was simple: the target wasn't strong enough. Too weak—so weak that Dongfang Bubai could handle him alone. If his strength were sufficient, he'd inevitably attract the chat group's attention.
Martial Arts King: "How truly pitiful, Voban."
Martial Arts King: "A God Slayer of all things—and your luck is this poor. Not even one success. Reduced to pinning your hopes on the fifty percent chance enhancement draw the mission bonus provides."
Martial Arts King: "Come to think of it, it makes sense. You were defeated by someone who had just become a God Slayer."
Martial Arts King: "Your luck being good is limited to the fact that you didn't actually die."
Luo Hao was in excellent spirits right now. Not just from breaking through the God Slayer's limits and bringing her true strength close to what she could manifest through Idealism—but also from watching Voban stomp about in frustration over enhancement failure after enhancement failure due to his terrible luck.
The Most Ancient God Slayer: "Hmph."
The Most Ancient God Slayer: "What I lack is merely time. I can wait."
Martial Arts King: "Heh."
Martial Arts King: "Soft everywhere, hard only in the mouth."
Martial Arts King: "But even if you succeed, it's irrelevant to me. The gap between us will only grow wider."
Ordinary Group Owner: "Enemies who have fallen to my hands, I never consider opponents again…"
Ordinary Group Owner: "My apologies—wrong show."
Dongfang Bubai: "Since there's no mission, I'll handle this one myself."
Dongfang Bubai: "A Simulator—I hope his strength gives me something interesting."
With that, Dongfang Bai withdrew from the chat group.
The timing worked out.
On Black Wood Cliff.
Dongfang Bai stood in crimson robes, hands clasped behind her, looking down at the gathered sects below.
Since switching her cultivation to the Star-Absorbing Technique, her strength had grown increasingly powerful—her vital essence and spirit continuously refining. Her already breathtaking appearance had transcended further into something otherworldly.
Ink-black hair cascaded like flowing clouds down to her waist, her entire bearing one of unparalleled, timeless elegance.
By her orders, Black Wood Cliff held no other masters today—just her. If they had dared to come and kill her, they had surely come prepared to die. Since that was the case, they should at least not die without worth.
She would use their martial arts cultivation and vital essence to forge a breakthrough to an even greater realm.
"Shaolin, Huashan, Hengshan, Taishan, Songshan, Qingcheng, and all the other sects large and small."
"That you could gather so many sects to jointly move against the Sun Moon Holy Cult—I'm not sure whether to call it your rallying ability, or their excessive wariness of us."
"Though that makes sense. Our existence has cut off too much of your gain."
Dongfang Bubai's voice was calm and measured.
"The Sun Moon Holy Cult has committed countless evil acts and killed innumerable people—today we will exterminate this threat!"
"From this day forward, there shall be no more Dongfang Bubai!"
A powerfully built, red-faced Daoist priest addressed her with a stern expression upon seeing Dongfang Bai. This was Tianmen, sect leader of Taishan—a man who had always hated evil with fervor.
In his eyes, both the Sun Moon Holy Cult and Dongfang Bubai were people who deserved death.
Bang.
The instant Tianmen's words fell, a silver needle punched straight through his skull. His expression remained frozen in that look of righteous indignation—as though he hadn't yet realized what had happened.
"So much talk."
Dongfang Bubai said it lightly. She had no intention of exchanging words with any of them.
In an instant, she appeared before the gathered orthodox sects.
"Since you've come—you may as well all stay."
Before anyone could react, her hand closed around Yue Buqun's throat. A massive suction force bloomed from her palm, and in a heartbeat, every scrap of Yue Buqun's vital essence and cultivation was drawn into Dongfang Bai's body.
"Over a decade of the Purple Mist Divine Art. Quite refined."
She said it flatly, tossed Yue Buqun's empty husk aside, and turned her gaze to the crowd of horrified faces around her.
"Now—the rest of you."
Every expression changed. Panic surged through the crowd.
"Star-Absorbing Technique—Dongfang Bubai has learned the Star-Absorbing Technique!"
"Damn it—why does she feel even stronger than before?!"
"Don't be afraid! There are so many of us—Dongfang Bubai cannot possibly fight all of us!"
"I'd been wondering since we arrived—where is everyone else from the Holy Cult? They're not hiding somewhere to ambush us, are they?!"
"…"
Time passed. In barely half a shichen, the ground was carpeted in bodies.
The one who had feared an ambush got the answer he'd wanted—there was no ambush. Because Dongfang Bubai alone had slaughtered every last one of them.
Among the bodies, Dongfang Bai stood unchanged in her crimson robes, expression serene—as though the killing she had done left no impression on her whatsoever. Whether her heart was as calm as her face suggested was another matter entirely.
"No matter how many there are, ants are still only ants."
"You are still who you were. But I am no longer who I was."
She closed her eyes and exhaled slowly. The metallic scent of blood hanging in the air made her heart tremble despite herself.
She had killed many people before. To reach this position, she had long since lost count of how many lives she'd taken.
But all those deaths combined still didn't match today.
She had, in the end, not reached the state of absolute stillness—had not truly arrived at the point where human lives meant nothing to her.
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