Cultivation Simulator: Starting From The Empress' Palace

Refining the Initial Grade Dao Artifact Blood Demon Hundred Ghost Banner requires an extremely long time, and as for the Immortal Treasure Soul-Stabilizing Bead, it will surely take even longer.

However, there wasn’t enough time to refine it here, he would have to wait until they went out.

As he was interrogating Song Jun during this period of time.

The broadcast sound once again rang out.

Chen Mo was still in first place.

Xuan Cheng was in second, with his points unchanged.

Qi Shan had fallen to third, replaced by Ice Spirit.

Ice Spirit’s points were now 6600.

Clearly, after being defeated by Ice Spirit, Qi Shan had directly dropped out of the top twenty.

Chen Mo didn’t hear Wang Chen’s name in the top twenty either.

Clearly, he had also been squeezed out.

The twelve-hour limit was almost up.

This was the most intensely competitive stage, with everyone rushing to gain points.

Some disciples, who were originally opponents, had started to turn on each other at this moment, even attacking their own companions.

In the end, when both sides were severely injured, someone else came in for the win.

Chen Mo had just emerged from the lair when he was targeted by a group of people.

This group consisted of seven individuals, all from different factions.

Initially, when they saw Chen Mo, they intended to turn and leave.

But upon seeing the points on Chen Mo’s chest, their eyes lit up with desire.

As the saying goes, "seek wealth amidst danger," nearly ten thousand points—if divided among the seven of them—would be enough to place them in the top twenty.

The seven exchanged glances, evidently sharing the same idea.

"Don’t have any designs on me; while there’s still time, go elsewhere and fight for your chance. There might still be hope to get into the top twenty, but with me, there’s no hope." Chen Mo kindly advised. He already had enough points and wasn’t interested in seizing others’ points.

"Together."

The seven clearly didn’t want to give up; they wanted to take a chance. With a fierce shout, the vigorous True Qi suddenly surged out from within the seven, their robes fluttering, as seven Flying Swords shot out simultaneously, their fingers moving, and the seven Flying Swords swarmed towards Chen Mo.

"Not listening to advice."

Chen Mo shook his head, lightly raising his right hand, causing a blood-red flag to appear in his hand. With a gentle shake of the flag, three Nascent Soul Realm eerie spirits flew out.

The sinister aura caused the seven to shiver with cold fear.

"You... you’re actually an Evil Cultivator." one disciple exclaimed in shock.

Chen Mo ignored him, and with a command, the three Nascent Soul Realm eerie spirits instantly knocked down all seven Flying Swords.

In just a moment, the three Nascent Soul Realm eerie spirits had captured the seven individuals and brought them to Chen Mo’s presence.

The seven were bound by an illusory Soul Rope and couldn’t break free.

"Chen... Chen Mo, you’re colluding with evil forces. Once we get out, we’ll surely report it to the Law Enforcement Hall. If you’re wise, let us go now, otherwise, even if you become a disciple, you’ll lose the qualification for Spiritual Power Infusion."

At this moment, the seven were convinced that Chen Mo was in league with evil forces.

They thought he relied on the evil artifact in his hand to obtain so many points.

Chen Mo paid no attention to them, and after seizing the points from them, he had the three Nascent Soul Realm eerie spirits take them along with him.

Following the guidance of the mark on his chest, Chen Mo led the seven to a Teleportation Array.

Before the twelve-hour limit was up.

Only the Teleportation Array could be used to leave here.

However, this also meant that the seven would be eliminated from this trial.

The seven also understood what Chen Mo intended to do, and they struggled violently.

"I gave you a chance."

With a calm statement, Chen Mo ordered the three Nascent Soul Realm eerie spirits to throw them into the Teleportation Array.

With a flash of golden light, the seven were all transported out of the core area.

It was only Chen Mo’s mercy.

Here, even if he killed them, there would be no repercussions.

Then, Chen Mo expanded his Divine Sense and began to search for Wang Chen.

Since Sister Yiren had asked him to look after Wang Chen a bit.

He might as well help him get into the top twenty.

...

In a mountain stream.

Wang Chen had just desperately used all his means to slay a Nascent Soul Early Stage Demon Beast, and upon gaining two hundred points, he was targeted by a Golden Core Realm Perfection stage disciple.

To kill this Nascent Soul Realm Demon Beast, Wang Chen had used up all his Talisman Papers and was now seriously injured, leaving him helpless against his opponent.

"Senior Brother Wang Chen, time is almost up. Just hand over your points to your junior brother, and I will be grateful. Your father is an Inner Sect Elder, and so is your aunt. Even without Spiritual Power Infusion, it doesn’t matter." Chen Jinjie looked down at Wang Chen from above and said.

"Bah. Wishful thinking..." Wang Chen spat, "Since you know my father and aunt are Inner Sect Elders, why don’t you quickly step aside? Aren’t you afraid that my father will give you trouble?"

At this point, Wang Chen had no choice but to bring up his father and aunt, the Inner Sect Elders.

Upon hearing what Wang Chen said, Zuoqiu Yiren on Merak Peak twitched at the corners of her mouth in anger.

At the critical moment of life and death, the likes of Chen Mo wouldn’t even bring up his Vice Sect Leader teacher, yet this rascal dared to call for help just for losing a few points.

Zuoqiu Yiren felt utterly humiliated and recalled the previous slander Wang Chen had spoken behind her back, wishing he would be eliminated sooner.

Upon hearing this, Chen Jinjie’s face darkened, and he said solemnly, "I believe Elder Wang and Elder Zuoqiu are fair and just individuals."

After speaking, his gaze locked onto Chen Mo’s figure, True Qi surging in his palm.

"Hmph, do you think I’m truly afraid of you?"

Seeing Chen Jinjie move, Wang Chen also let out a roar, mighty True Qi surging from his body as he charged toward Chen Jinjie.

Even though he wasn’t a match for Chen Jinjie at this moment, he wouldn’t just sit idly by and hand over his points.

Bang!

Their clash caused a surge of True Qi, sending the surrounding creek water into a roaring wave. Chen Jinjie took two steps back, while Wang Chen was forced to retreat over a dozen steps, a flush of paleness crossing his face.

At this moment, the gap between him and Chen Jinjie was significant.

"Since Senior Brother Wang Chen won’t give in, as your junior brother, I must offend you then."

Chen Jinjie charged once more, a punch heading straight for Wang Chen.

"Whoosh!"

At this critical juncture, a sharp whistling wind sound resonated from the far horizon, and a fierce black light shot forth.

Chen Jinjie sensed it and quickly turned to defend, only to see with horror as the black light revealed its form—it was a Black Sword, which shattered his defensive True Qi, knocking him from the sky.

"Ah..." Chen Jinjie’s pupils shrank, his face changed dramatically, and he let out a scream of fear, as the Black Sword stopped ten centimeters away from his head.

Chen Jinjie was so frightened, he lost all composure.

Wang Chen looked up at the distant sky, where a stream of light rapidly approached and within a few breaths, transformed into a figure, landing in front of Wang Chen.

Who else could it be but Chen Mo?

"Senior Brother Wang Chen, long time no see, his points are yours now."