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

One day later.

Meng Yu was jolted awake from his meditation by a strong tremor; stepping outside, he saw that the entire Minor World, whether it was the ground, the water of the lakes, or even the crystal walls, was shaking violently, as if it was being forcibly uprooted.

"Ah Yu, are you alright?"

Little Swallow asked.

After the turmoil of yesterday, Meng Yu, recognized as an expert, was invited to attend the student leadership conference. He went, listened to everyone's discussion, but after seeing them start to bicker, he left, saying, "Whatever you decide, just save me a spot. Right now, I want to get familiar with the new weapon."

Then he returned to the Quiet Room and started cultivating the Growing Golden Lotus, telling Little Swallow not to call him unless there was an emergency.

Regardless, he still felt it was better to have control in his own hands.

"I'm fine, thank you."

Little Swallow was also in the Quiet Room; she wasn't cultivating, but instead was guarding the door with her sword. In her words, honing her skills at the last minute wouldn't be effective; it was better to protect Meng Yu.

"How are things outside?"

"Everyone is okay, and we've even found several storerooms with enough food to last three years, and because they're protected by the Array, the food can last a very long time.

It's just that no one is willing to listen to anyone else, and it's getting a bit unpleasant."

"That's normal. These kids, they are all a product of elite education, but still, it's not too bad."

At that moment, the tremors started again.

"This kind of trembling..."

Someone beside Meng Yu spoke up; it was a teenager around seventeen years old who was studying Formations, his face pale with fright.

"This is what it looks like when a Minor World is being separated from its plane. Our Martial Arts Miniature World might be leaving the Immortal Sect!"

His voice was trembling, and everyone else also remembered a major news story from more than twenty years ago.

Or rather, a recurring event over the past few millennia.

A Minor World of the Immortal Sect was invaded by people from the Grand Radiant Palace, who severed the connection between that world and the Immortal Sect, then did as they pleased inside. By the time the Immortal Sect managed to reopen a portal, what was left inside were either raw materials or various magical ingredients.

So now, it was only natural for the Martial Arts Miniature World to be invaded, right?

Not natural at all!

"I don't want to die!"

Not far away, a child broke down, sobbing loudly. After all, he was only here to participate in a competition, but now he had to face this situation.

On the crystal walls, more materials continued to fall off, and everyone could feel the Martial Arts Miniature World starting to rise, to fly. Meanwhile, the colors on the crystal walls were changing, occasionally shifting from black to white and then to other assorted colors. The students knowledgeable in Arrays said this might be the process of teleportation.

"Don't worry, we're all elites, we're all seeds. Even if we get captured and taken somewhere else, those people... they won't treat us harshly..."

The fox girl, Su Xiaomei's face was calm, but her fluffy tail was so bristled it was extreme—it was a scene that only occurred when foxes were nervous, not to mention her pupils had shrunk to the size of pinpoints.

Her branch of the Fox Clan had fled from the Little Thunder Temple eight hundred years ago; every time the elders in the sect mentioned that place, it was with a look of terror, and the records in her family scared her as well.

According to the Immortal Sect, these new immigrants often proved the most loyal because they knew they had come to heaven.

But what if one day they were returned to hell?

She had seen an elder who, at all times, carried a jade pendant to ensure they could end their own life.

"Don't worry..."

Meng Yu took a deep breath, then another.

"You all keep observing. I'm going to practice swordsmanship. You should too, try to stay calm. Maybe this is just an Easter egg program from the Martial Arts Miniature World."

Meng Yu said this and then returned to the Quiet Room.

The girls looked at each other, somehow feeling a little reassured.

At least, their leader seemed somewhat dependable.

He was a good person, wasn't he?

Three days later.n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

When Meng Yu came out of the Quiet Room, what he saw was a group of teenagers whose eyes were slightly red, but had returned to normal. He nodded in approval.

Regardless, these high school students were elite, and even in the face of danger, they hadn't panicked. Instead, they'd done everything they could to help themselves. Su Xiaomei and others were practicing the Sword Array, and that student had even started to cultivate land to grow food.

The trembling continued, and according to the researchers, they probably had no idea where they had flown to by now. Everyone had temporarily given up on the idea that they could go back; their main concern now was to settle down and get some work done here.

The high schoolers' organization had already been established. Based on the ranking of the top ten students in the competition, an administrative body was created, plus twenty-two reserve students (experts in Formation, agriculture, Alchemy, etc.), to manage various situations within the team.

Meng Yu hadn't joined the Executive Committee, but he didn't mind that. The thirty-two students were doing quite well. And what was there to do by going in?

The only dissatisfaction was, why stop at thirty-two? Why was he number thirty-three?

He didn't argue with them about it since even the time for his cultivation felt too scarce.

Fortunately, over the past few days, he had managed to push the cultivation of the Golden Lotus to his current limit; any further progress wouldn't be possible in a short period of time.