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

"Ah!"

Wang Youcai suddenly woke up and looked around.

Hadn't his head been chopped off?

Wasn't he dead?

How could he still have thoughts?

As he surveyed his surroundings, he saw Master Xue of the Golden Core, several practicing Foundation Establishment, and, yes, he even saw a TV screen, on which experts were depicting the scene live!

"What's going on?"

A Foundation Establishment practitioner came over and said.

"Mirror Twelve has gone mad and pulled everyone into a virtual world. What just happened was all fake; you don't need to worry."

The expression on the practitioner's face was very calm, even with a hint of satisfaction. How should one put it, Wang Youcai was truly a top-notch individual, with Star Industrial's genetics ensuring his elite status from birth.

Now, he had embarrassed himself.

People like him often act conceited or follow their own set of rules, making decisions based on self-interest, like this instance. He appeared to be actively supporting Ge Caihua while, at the same time, sabotaging the voting process. It seemed contradictory, but in reality, he was trying to establish his authority among the children in advance.

He didn't even consider deceiving the True Lord of Bai Yang, essentially delivering himself into the True Lord's hands to negotiate a better deal!

The actions of such individuals can sometimes be incredibly shrewd, but other times... they resemble the emperor with no clothes, extremely foolish. He never imagined that everything was virtual, with hundreds of cameras recording everything live!

His actions, which he thought were flawless, were now met with countless eyes. The audience viewing the competition was immense, many Golden Core celebrities analyzed the situation live and promoted their products, eagerly showcasing their feathers. His snide remarks about Ge Caihua had already been analyzed by those outside.

"What?"

Wang Youcai felt darkness before his eyes, and he attempted to refute but then saw a Golden Core practitioner conducting a live sales stream, analyzing his actions at the time based on the air currents, vibrations, and waveforms, and what he had done.

Another live stream started to expose his history, from his elementary to high school years, every possible detail.

"Didn't my family suppress the publicity?"

Wang Youcai's hands were trembling. His family was a major shareholder of Star Industrial, a well-known manufacturing company in the Immortal Sect. Logically, such a scandal should be kept under wraps, right?

The practitioner just smiled and said nothing. Suppress the publicity?

The entire star system was currently watching this live broadcast, with viewership hitting an all-time high. Various cameras transmitted the same scenes, as the streamers got excited to the extreme. At such a time, who could suppress the popularity? Moreover, there were countless bigwigs watching the scene live!

The practitioner actually felt fortunate that he had been teleported out first; otherwise, if he had been present, he too might have made a fool of himself!

"Let me out, let me out! I'll explain to everyone, I have my reasons, I..."

Wang Youcai yelled loudly, but the practitioner just shook his head.

"We are still inside the Martial Arts Miniature World. Mirror Twelve is controlling the situation and preventing us from contacting the outside world. Just stay here for now, but..."

Instructions from Master Xue appeared before him.

"You're a bit emotionally unstable, so you'll need to be confined for a few more days."

The practitioner stretched out his hand, drawing a light curtain that enclosed Wang Youcai within, instructing him to stay inside this house.

"The competition isn't over yet. When it's over, you can go out."

He had no sympathy for someone born with a silver spoon in his mouth. He merely wanted to see him in a state of frantic desperation.

How delightful, how very amusing.

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The Minor Virtual World.

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Meng Yu looked at the beautiful girl. This young lady with a decent temperament was likely from a prominent family, appearing both competent and astute.

If it were a regular occasion, whether she was talkative or straight to the point, Meng Yu wouldn't be able to compete with her.

The crude Meng Yu, not eloquent with words, simply pointed his blood-dripping sword at her.

"Spill the truth, survive, or die."

The girl looked left and right, only to find that though some frowned, most looked on as if watching an exciting show.

Among the twelve thousand students who had come to this arena, each one was a smart cookie. Although they didn't understand why Meng Yu suddenly fixated on Wang Youcai, they knew Meng Yu had no reason to step up without cause, unless... Wang Youcai had indeed done something.

Even Zhuge Caihua and Zhao Yuxuan and the like stood by with their arms, folded.

The beautiful girl, looking at Meng Yu's blood-dripping sword, bit her lip, hard. Although she was betrothed to Wang Youcai, it was her family's arrangement, but now, with Wang Youcai dead, why would she keep secrets for a dead man when the scoundrel before her would not hesitate to kill?

She did not even understand what information Meng Yu had obtained, but she knew he would swing his sword mercilessly!

Her fiancé had died a bloody death before her eyes, and her neck felt oddly itchy.

Why die over a stubborn retort?

"It was Wang Youcai who did it; he had practiced the Heavenly Dragon Chant, and he made a sound just now," she revealed.

Meng Yu nodded in acknowledgment, oblivious to the fact that in another world, Wang Youcai was trembling all over in agitation, and that his action had led to a couple's breakup. However, he looked around with satisfaction.

The remaining six people all looked pale as they watched Meng Yu.

Each of them had an arm chopped off by Meng Yu.

It was the most commonly used arm, the one primarily employed for wielding weapons.

Fortunately, they were all at the Qi Cultivation Stage; an immediate sealing of the blood vessels prevented a bloody death scene, but fighting was out of the question. Meng Yu's sword strike that severed their arms was worse for them than death itself!

With a sweep of his sword light, six arms fell in front of Su Xiaomei.

"You can use the Ice Sealing Technique and the Rejuvenation Technique, right?"

"Yes, yes, yes!"

Su Xiaomei's tail wagged like an electric fan.

"Good."

The next moment, Meng Yu's long sword swung again, and their other arms also fell to the ground.

Thankfully, they were cultivators and could control the spurting of their blood.

"Seal it up, keep it alive," Meng Yu instructed as he gathered the other six arms in front of Su Xiaomei, who quickly used her spells to ensure that these arms would stay viable for at least two weeks.

"Alright, you six, having your arms cut off doesn't matter much. Endure for one day, and if you pass the vote draw tomorrow, you can reattach your arms, and there won't be any issues, right?"

Meng Yu avoided murder since everyone was watching, and he did not want to engage in futile debates with the clear-minded and naïve children, such as discussing whether these six were bad people or not.

After all, many kids had become good friends during this match, and had plenty of related cousins they cared about.

These six were no longer a concern; how could they raise their hands to vote without arms?

As for which voting method they would choose next, what would those who had lost both arms opt for?

Besides a fair and just draw, would they really choose a battle royal?

"Ever since I cut off your arms, you've become my good brothers."

That was a sure vote.

Of course, if they didn't see it that way, it would only be an abstention.

All this happened very quickly, and by the time everyone realized what was happening, it was too late to stop Meng Yu.

His gaze then moved to the remaining students.

"My proposal is that in addition to granting me fifty guaranteed spots, the rest of the students will decide by drawing lots, just like Zhuge Caihua. Of course, if you don't agree..." Meng Yu let out a cold snort as his long sword flicked, and the fresh blood that stuck to it vanished as if it never existed.

"I managed to control myself this time, but next time I might not be able to."

After a moment of thought, he decided he would no longer pretend to be weaker than he was.

"I can take on a thousand!"

Though he finished only thirty-third in the competition.

Even though he felt he couldn't defeat a thousand.

But he had to show off, didn't he?

He was now the enemy of a thousand!