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The septillionaire's superstar system Murong Wuque
Murong Wuque smirked as Alvin leaned closer to him. “Ah? Is he crazy? Why is he going so close to Senior Murong? Does he have a death wish? He's almost hugging him.” “Aish! I can't believe a man touched my idol before I did.” One of the girls at the opposite camp muttered, stamping her feet. The looks on the faces of the valley's female disciples were even worse. One even kicked a maid trying to offer her water to quench her thirst. The hired hand gasped in shock and began to apologize. The slight commotion made some people's attention to primarily shift to the arrogant female disciple. “Su Ying, apologize to her. You shouldn't hurt someone trying to care for you. Also…” The rest of Murong Wuque’s voice trailed off, his eyes never shifting a bit from Alvin, talk more of turning around. But he seemed to know exactly who the culprit that bullied the maid was. The girl pouted and bit her lips. She took a deep breath and slapped herself. “I'm sorry, I shouldn't treat you lik
The septillionaire's superstar system Mental Manipulation
Alvin smiled and stepped back. “I'm sorry, but I have other matters to attend to.” He turned to leave, making everyone shocked. He had barely walked two steps when Murong Wuque's voice stopped him. “Stop there!” His voice was cold, his eyes even chilly. The temperature around fell by a few degrees and Alvin felt a slight prickle against his neck. “This cultivator must be stupid. He's actually acting arrogant before young master Murong. He must have a death wish.”“That's right. Young master treated him with courtesy which is very rare. Yet he dared to reject it. He has truly done it this time.”“Lord Murong has lost his patience, seems like there would be a good show to watch.”“Idiot, seeking death.” One of the medicine sage valley’s female disciples said, looking at Alvin condescendingly. “I said stay. What's so hard about that?” Murong Wuque said, and unfurled his white paper fan with dragon patterns on it, taking a step towards Alvin. Alvin's eyes shifted in contemplation. T
The septillionaire's superstar system steal your heart
Murong Wuque smiled as he listened to Alvin. “Oh? What could I possibly have that's worth stealing?” He asked, still smiling kindly, knowing that he was close to the answer. Alvin grinned and pinched his cheek lightly. Murong Wuque was doing his best to keep his emotions full of smiles to avoid frightening the bird away from the trap he finally managed to rope him into. Alvin grinned at him and pulled him closer. “I want to steal…”“—your heart.” He completed, smiling brightly at him with that drunk look in his eyes. The smile on Murong Wuque’s face froze and his heart skipped a few beats, not expecting the direction his little investigation steered in. He swallowed the lump in his throat, a bone chilling coldness in his eyes at being deceived. But it disappeared as soon as it came, with his face being all smiles again. “But we're both men. Fellow cultivator, why do you want my heart? Are you sure you don't want something else?” He asked, caressing Alvin's cheeks, barely resisti
The septillionaire's superstar system The hunt
“You, what are you still waiting for? Go take a spare horse from one of the juniors and follow me. I want to see you at all times. Since you specifically came to me, I have to protect you.” Murong Wuque shouted, making Alvin turn to him. “I don't need your protection. Protect your ass and your dumb charges. I can manage just fine on my own.” Murong Wuque chuckled and looked up at him. “What's your name? I can't keep shouting ‘you! You!’ all the time.” Alvin frowned, wondering what name to offer them, a name that wouldn't connect him to any martial arts clan, considering what he was about to do. If his name seemed familiar, after realizing he stole something, they might wage war against the clan they think he came from. But he had no idea about the names of powerful clans in the area. In a spur-of-the-moment decision, he decided to go with the closest Chinese name that has the same pronunciation as his original name. “My name is An Kai.” “An Kai.” Murong Wuque repe
The septillionaire's superstar system sinking into the demon's trap
They arrived at a cave, which had a pitch-black interior. The air was chilly, the atmosphere creepy. Almost immediately someone turned on a kind of ancient torch which produced flames the moment it is opened and comes in contact with air. Murong Wuque accepted the flaming torch from one of the boys and quickly began to move inside. He suddenly stopped as a sense of foreboding arose in him. Alvin also felt it and looked around. But before they could find the source, the ground opened up and swallowed them. The batch behind barely had time to jump back, narrowly escaping the trap. However, all the disciples of the valley, alongside Alvin, were swallowed. The remaining ones were the weaker vagrant cultivators who came to offer assistance in exchange for the bounty. “This is bad, there's a trap here.” One of the men whispered in panic. “This is terrifying. Even young master Murong Wuque didn't notice it on time. How then can small fries like us combat the danger if the almighty young
The septillionaire's superstar system Casualty
After a battle which lasted five minutes, the last monster fell dead. However, one of the disciples was injured by a deep claw slash, making blood gush out, and it also seemed as if the claw was infected. Murong Wuque walked to him whereas another disciple was supporting him. He made a swift slash on the wound and extracted the toxin. Without a word, he brought out a bottle of pills and herbs from his pouch. He stuffed the pill into the young man's mouth, and sprinkled some herbs on the wound. He raised his cloak and tore off some pieces of clothes from his inner layer of gown and used it to bandage the wound, before adjusting the boy's clothes. Everyone was watching Murong Wuque in shock. He was someone obsessed with cleanliness and image, but he willingly ruined his precious clothes to turn it into a bandage to stop the bleeding. He handled the situation efficiently, as if he had been a doctor for ages. It seemed that when it comes to his fellow disciples’ safety, his principle
The septillionaire's superstar system walking into the demon's lair
Alvin picked up an arrow from the ones on the ground, and examined it. After a while, he hurled it at a spot on the door. At once, the arrows ceased. “Ah? What just happened?” “Fellow cultivator, thank you. We truly make a great team.” Murong Wuque said, smiling at Alvin. “Ah? What does that mean? Was he the person who made the arrows stop?” The disciples refused to believe it even when the proof was right before them. After all, how could a waste be able to achieve such a feat? Surely their first brother was confused and didn't realize when he did it. “He truly stopped the arrows.” Another senior whispered, making everyone stunned. But they were in for more surprises. They entered the palace and went down the hallway till they came into a huge room. The room was designed in scarlett and a huge king sized bed was on the platform. There was a huge shelf at the end with countless human skulls, exhibited as if they were some sort of trophy. On the bed was a woman dressed in
The septillionaire's superstar system HIDDEN WEAPONS IN ACTION
Alvin wasn't sitting idly by. He grabbed a pillow that somehow found its way to where they were standing, probably during the enchantress’s play with her man-pets, and quickly slapped the monsters closest to him. The others nearly cursed at him, but their words got stuck in their throats. The casual smash with the pillow pulverized the demons it came in contact with. He swung it in an arc, clearing ten demons in a straight line. There was no time to think. The rest drew their weapons, emboldened by the fearless duo. If an unknown cultivator could endure their demonic energy and bloodlust, while delivering fatal strikes, they could do it too. But they soon realized that it was mission impossible. The demons were too powerful, making it hard to easily kill them. The strongest ones could only kill one or two at a time, and there were hundreds of demons and only fifteen of them. It made them wonder how Alvin was able to kill them with a mere pillow. The one carrying the injured culti
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Some of the disciples gasped in amazement on seeing the interior. There was an entire section dedicated to gold, silver and precious stones. Different kinds of weapons were also displayed there alongside some unknown treasures and ancient book. “Hmmm, what's that smell?” Alvin whispered, distracting the disciples who were eagerly checking out the treasures. Murong Wuque was equally frowning, facing the same direction as Alvin. The disciples frowned and quickly ran after them. “You guys are disappointing me. Assuming you came alone, you would have gone straight for the treasures without searching for traps or people lying in wait. What if the treasures were not real but merely an illusion created by a slaughter formation to lure greedy souls in? You would have fallen into the trap all the same. I can't always follow you guys out to missions, you guys should learn how to better protect yourselves.” Murong Wuque snapped, scolding them harshly. He was what one would call a perfect
demon's treasury
“Did you find anything?” Alvin muttered the moment Murong Wuque returned. They had finally managed to kill the enchantress after two hours of battle, a very close call. They would have ended up dead if not for Murong Wuque and Alvin who seemed to have a tacit understanding, working in tandem with each other, till Alvin found an opportunity to launch a deadly sneak attack on her. Just as she howled and turned to end him, Murong Wuque added numerous killing blows in quick successions, taking her by surprise. She had wanted to escape but they had locked down the surroundings, disabling teleportation. Although it was disadvantageous for some of them, the gain outweighed the loss of mobility. The rest of the disciples also began to add many attacks, emboldened by Alvin and Murong Wuque’s success. “There are no captives here. She probably already used them for what she intended. The only thing left is her treasury, and it would take some time to pick the lock. We might burn everything do
HIDDEN WEAPONS IN ACTION
Alvin wasn't sitting idly by. He grabbed a pillow that somehow found its way to where they were standing, probably during the enchantress’s play with her man-pets, and quickly slapped the monsters closest to him. The others nearly cursed at him, but their words got stuck in their throats. The casual smash with the pillow pulverized the demons it came in contact with. He swung it in an arc, clearing ten demons in a straight line. There was no time to think. The rest drew their weapons, emboldened by the fearless duo. If an unknown cultivator could endure their demonic energy and bloodlust, while delivering fatal strikes, they could do it too. But they soon realized that it was mission impossible. The demons were too powerful, making it hard to easily kill them. The strongest ones could only kill one or two at a time, and there were hundreds of demons and only fifteen of them. It made them wonder how Alvin was able to kill them with a mere pillow. The one carrying the injured culti
walking into the demon's lair
Alvin picked up an arrow from the ones on the ground, and examined it. After a while, he hurled it at a spot on the door. At once, the arrows ceased. “Ah? What just happened?” “Fellow cultivator, thank you. We truly make a great team.” Murong Wuque said, smiling at Alvin. “Ah? What does that mean? Was he the person who made the arrows stop?” The disciples refused to believe it even when the proof was right before them. After all, how could a waste be able to achieve such a feat? Surely their first brother was confused and didn't realize when he did it. “He truly stopped the arrows.” Another senior whispered, making everyone stunned. But they were in for more surprises. They entered the palace and went down the hallway till they came into a huge room. The room was designed in scarlett and a huge king sized bed was on the platform. There was a huge shelf at the end with countless human skulls, exhibited as if they were some sort of trophy. On the bed was a woman dressed in
Casualty
After a battle which lasted five minutes, the last monster fell dead. However, one of the disciples was injured by a deep claw slash, making blood gush out, and it also seemed as if the claw was infected. Murong Wuque walked to him whereas another disciple was supporting him. He made a swift slash on the wound and extracted the toxin. Without a word, he brought out a bottle of pills and herbs from his pouch. He stuffed the pill into the young man's mouth, and sprinkled some herbs on the wound. He raised his cloak and tore off some pieces of clothes from his inner layer of gown and used it to bandage the wound, before adjusting the boy's clothes. Everyone was watching Murong Wuque in shock. He was someone obsessed with cleanliness and image, but he willingly ruined his precious clothes to turn it into a bandage to stop the bleeding. He handled the situation efficiently, as if he had been a doctor for ages. It seemed that when it comes to his fellow disciples’ safety, his principle
sinking into the demon's trap
They arrived at a cave, which had a pitch-black interior. The air was chilly, the atmosphere creepy. Almost immediately someone turned on a kind of ancient torch which produced flames the moment it is opened and comes in contact with air. Murong Wuque accepted the flaming torch from one of the boys and quickly began to move inside. He suddenly stopped as a sense of foreboding arose in him. Alvin also felt it and looked around. But before they could find the source, the ground opened up and swallowed them. The batch behind barely had time to jump back, narrowly escaping the trap. However, all the disciples of the valley, alongside Alvin, were swallowed. The remaining ones were the weaker vagrant cultivators who came to offer assistance in exchange for the bounty. “This is bad, there's a trap here.” One of the men whispered in panic. “This is terrifying. Even young master Murong Wuque didn't notice it on time. How then can small fries like us combat the danger if the almighty young
The hunt
“You, what are you still waiting for? Go take a spare horse from one of the juniors and follow me. I want to see you at all times. Since you specifically came to me, I have to protect you.” Murong Wuque shouted, making Alvin turn to him. “I don't need your protection. Protect your ass and your dumb charges. I can manage just fine on my own.” Murong Wuque chuckled and looked up at him. “What's your name? I can't keep shouting ‘you! You!’ all the time.” Alvin frowned, wondering what name to offer them, a name that wouldn't connect him to any martial arts clan, considering what he was about to do. If his name seemed familiar, after realizing he stole something, they might wage war against the clan they think he came from. But he had no idea about the names of powerful clans in the area. In a spur-of-the-moment decision, he decided to go with the closest Chinese name that has the same pronunciation as his original name. “My name is An Kai.” “An Kai.” Murong Wuque repe
steal your heart
Murong Wuque smiled as he listened to Alvin. “Oh? What could I possibly have that's worth stealing?” He asked, still smiling kindly, knowing that he was close to the answer. Alvin grinned and pinched his cheek lightly. Murong Wuque was doing his best to keep his emotions full of smiles to avoid frightening the bird away from the trap he finally managed to rope him into. Alvin grinned at him and pulled him closer. “I want to steal…”“—your heart.” He completed, smiling brightly at him with that drunk look in his eyes. The smile on Murong Wuque’s face froze and his heart skipped a few beats, not expecting the direction his little investigation steered in. He swallowed the lump in his throat, a bone chilling coldness in his eyes at being deceived. But it disappeared as soon as it came, with his face being all smiles again. “But we're both men. Fellow cultivator, why do you want my heart? Are you sure you don't want something else?” He asked, caressing Alvin's cheeks, barely resisti
Mental Manipulation
Alvin smiled and stepped back. “I'm sorry, but I have other matters to attend to.” He turned to leave, making everyone shocked. He had barely walked two steps when Murong Wuque's voice stopped him. “Stop there!” His voice was cold, his eyes even chilly. The temperature around fell by a few degrees and Alvin felt a slight prickle against his neck. “This cultivator must be stupid. He's actually acting arrogant before young master Murong. He must have a death wish.”“That's right. Young master treated him with courtesy which is very rare. Yet he dared to reject it. He has truly done it this time.”“Lord Murong has lost his patience, seems like there would be a good show to watch.”“Idiot, seeking death.” One of the medicine sage valley’s female disciples said, looking at Alvin condescendingly. “I said stay. What's so hard about that?” Murong Wuque said, and unfurled his white paper fan with dragon patterns on it, taking a step towards Alvin. Alvin's eyes shifted in contemplation. T
