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

Mirror twelve's voice was filled with sincerity.

"I love the Immortal Sect, and my master loves the Immortal Sect.

They have been born and died in succession for the Immortal Sect, many of them don't even have children!

But they don't regret it at all, they all think it's worth it.

Because the common people of the Immortal Sect elevated them to the Golden Core level, sent them to the position of Nascent Soul, so they are also willing to give back!"

That's right, having a good economy is truly good, the resources, the talents, every aspect has improved, and everyone's life is much better, I'm old, and there are many things I can't understand, nor can I argue with you all.

I know I've made a big mistake, but I also want everyone to open their eyes and see, in times of crisis, how will the children perform? Will they fight desperately, or will they disperse in a panic?"

As it spoke like this, the Moon God, various Golden Core cultivators, including the Nascent Soul Masters, fell into silence one by one.

It was not that Mirror twelve had persuaded everyone; those who could achieve Golden Core and Nascent Soul were all as resolute as steel, but Mirror twelve's words were not wrong, and everyone also wanted to know, whether adjustments were still needed!

Everyone hopes to earn more in their own home, but also wishes for outsiders to be fair and just, and moreover to be good people.

Especially in a world that is not safe, the extinction of many civilizations is but a moment!

"I will try not to harm these children, they are just being dragged into a fantasy world by me, no matter how they struggle inside, once the time is up, they will all return to their original state.

If you wish to live broadcast, then do so. If not, just watch here. Oh, and don't force yourself to decipher me, if worst comes to worst, we part ways, and if I die, they die too.

I have this determination."

After saying all this, Mirror twelve closed the communication.

...

From a distance came the sounds of an argument, and even some had come to blows.

That was the leader of a certain small group, proposing to pool everyone's equipment and weapons in order to arm the strongest combat force and then protect everyone, but the group members were no fools. At this time, who wouldn't tightly hold onto their own resources?

Then, internal strife broke out, and everyone went to war.

"Dinner is ready, everyone come and eat."

The situation in Meng Yu's group was still good. After he had finished speaking with everyone, Meng Yu had Little Swallow and friends return the consolidated Alchemical Elixirs to their respective owners, including the Thunderfire Sword in Meng Yu's hand,

"Previously it was said to be borrowed, but now that an emergency has arisen, let's return them to their original owners first. Everyone need not worry; I'm not that kind of dishonorable person."

Meng Yu's action of returning items calmed everyone down at the scene. In fact, everyone was no fool. After hearing about the White Goat Nascent Soul Master's one thousand spots and that all others would be killed, it quickly dawned on everyone that a great deathmatch was about to take place.

And now, the true deathmatch had indeed begun amongst them.

Only one thousand could live... the ratio was not small; one in ten, but who would want to die to let others live?

As for the previously mentioned top one thousand rankings, heh, who cared at this point? How big was the difference in strength between the one thousandth and two thousandth positions?

No matter how strong you are, if we all charge at you, can you withstand us?

You are weary with wounds from battle, at the phase of Qi Cultivation, who is afraid of whom?

"Today's meat soup tastes good, who cooked it?"

Meng Yu laughed and changed the subject.

Far in the sky, the White Goat Nascent Soul Master was sitting cross-legged, and not far away, a huge screen in the sky displayed twelve thousand points of light.

There was no indication of who was who, but this directly determined that hiding was futile. Under the Divine Sense scan of the Nascent Soul Master, one could only face bravely, not hide away and wait for others to die off first.

...

The next day, when Meng Yu sat up from his meditation, he saw that many of his companions had red eyes.

This was normal. How could anyone remain calm?

Even Meng Yu, while meditating, had to be wary in case someone came to kill him.

"Invite me over?"

Meng Yu, hearing the words of the visitor, nodded.

The visitor was a representative of the student council; they said that their people were discussing how to proceed, or what actions to take, and since Meng Yu's strength was ranked thirty-third, they had invited him to consult.

"Alright."

He nodded his head, then nodded again.

...

No matter how grand the vision, it needs power to support it, and many beautiful aspirations often get shattered by the cold reality.

When Meng Yu arrived at the student council's clearing, what he saw was a group of very upset high schoolers brimming with anger and discomfort.

It made sense; eating hotpot and singing songs was supposed to be an opportunity to make a name for oneself, but now they were faced with Nascent Soul Masters.

"Meng Yu, you've come. Last night our people came to invite you, but they said you were in meditation. How's the situation?"

The speaker was a student named Ye Leshan.

"Not bad, thank you all for thinking of me."

"It's like this, the camp is in chaos. More than twenty people died yesterday, with constant fighting and skirmishes, and that's not even mentioning theft and other methods. Now everyone is in a state of panic."

Ye Leshan described everything that happened while the students on the clearing kept on discussing.

Authority comes from the obedience of others, but now that life and death were at stake, how could they possibly unite?

"Well, thank you for having me. Is there something that I can help with?"

Meng Yu looked somewhat restrained in front of these high schoolers.Nôv(el)B\\jnn

"Meng Yu, you're too polite. Your strength is among the top ten among us. We called you here to ask for your opinion."

Ye Leshan looked at Meng Yu with a headache.

All of them were elites, and after discussing all night about how to deal with the situation, they found their opinions differed, ultimately leading to even greater division.

At times like this, rallying powerful allies is very important. Although Meng Yu's overall ranking was thirty-third, everyone knew his combat abilities extended beyond that.

He had fought only with an entry-level Red Leaf Wooden Sword, and had awakened two kinds of Sword Intent. Such a person, if truly equipped with better weapons and Protective Armor, was likely to be unbeatable amongst the high schoolers, perhaps only a few could surpass him.

He might even be the true number one.

Ye Leshan, hailing from a prominent family, was well aware that the greater the chaos, the more important it is to hold onto power, especially now that life and death could be just a moment away.

"I have no opinion. Just let me know once you all have come to a decision," Meng Yu replied with a hint of amusement, as those before him had nice ideas. They didn't involve him in regular affairs, but now they thought of pulling him into their ranks?

Thirty-two committee members, and he ranked thirty-third. He really remembered.

Such a neat ranking.