C1 This Is How Villains Are Raised

There was a "underground kingdom" in A City that made both the black and the white turn pale, and in the last ten years of rule, the king of the "underground kingdom" had become synonymous with death, and the "subjects" were outside the law.

But the late winter of 2016 was destined to be a restless season, and the King of the "Underground Kingdom" died, and in a premeditated negotiation, the handsome and charming King was betrayed by his subordinates and ended his thirty-two-year-old life.

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"Why me?" Even in an unfamiliar environment, Qiao Sheng did not panic at all.

It was a lonely white space with only a chair and a screen floating in the air across from it. Qiao Sheng, on the other hand, sat on the chair with his long legs crossed and one hand tapping lightly on the armrest. His slightly cold lips curled up like a king's as he squinted at the screen.

Lines of text immediately appeared on the screen, and at the same time, a cold, emotionless mechanical voice sounded: "Because of the 136537 testers, only Mr. Qiao is qualified to complete the task."

The qualifications to kill the so-called Fate Son?

He raised his eyebrows slightly: "Why should I agree to you?"

"Because Mr. Qiao, you don't want to die."

Qiao Sheng was silent. Indeed, he did not want to die. Who would want to die after stepping on the corpses of countless people to climb to that position? Not only did he not want to die, he would not let go of any chance of survival.

"So, Mr. Qiao, you are willing to trade with me."

Qiao Sheng curled his lips and said, "You're right, I will complete the mission. This is the price of my rebirth, isn't it?"

Yes, Qiao Sheng had died. Just now, at the moment of the failure of the negotiation, one of his men had shot him in the back. He should have died, but he opened his eyes again and encountered the system from the future civilization. It was a win-win deal. By signing a contract with the system, he would travel from one dimension to another to help the system complete its mission and obtain the energy of the dimension. Twenty percent of the energy would be split between him and eighty percent of the system.

There was only one mission given by the system: Kill the Fate Son of the mission world, and only let the greatest enemy of the Fate Son kill him. After reading the novel, this should be similar to letting the antagonist kill the protagonist.

The system gave him four manuals: The Villain Cultivation Manual, The Villain Cultivation Manual, The Hatred Drawing Manual for the Fate Son, and The Death Handbook for the Fate Son. The system said that the mission world he had traveled through was random, and so was his identity. He could dress up as one of the antagonists, and according to the manual he would be able to cultivate a antagonist who could kill the main character cleanly. He could dress up as one of the antagonists, or he could follow the manual and cultivate himself into one of the antagonists who could kill the main character. Or he could dress up as one of the antagonists and draw hatred to the main character according to the manual so that the antagonist could kill the main character.

He had asked the system what it would do if it didn't want to do the job according to the manual, and the system had said it could do anything as long as it didn't break the rules.

In fact, there wasn't much to say. He and the System began their first mission world with their own interests.

"Ding! Mr. Qiao is entering the mission world..."

"Ding! Mr. Qiao has entered the mission world, reading the character information..."

"Ding! The character information has been read."

"Ding! The profile has been sent to Mr. Qiao, please pay attention to check and receive, and wish Mr. Qiao a smooth completion of the mission. Goodbye!"

Qiao Sheng rubbed his swollen head and listened quietly to the system. After the system left, he read the profile.

In this mission world, his name was Qingshang, and he was an elder of the Nether Sect, a mid-Nascent Soul cultivator. The Fate Son was called Hsiang Lanxuan, the new disciple of an elder of the Nether Sect. He had a good foundation and excellent talent. Qingshang had a cold and indifferent personality, but he had a small conflict with Hsiang Lanxuan by chance. However, he was not a "villain," so he had to find a "villain" and cultivate him.

This world was interesting. Cultivation was actually a profession, and after accepting the original owner's memories, Qiao Sheng, who was born in the twenty-first century, did not find it too hard to accept.

Qiao Sheng raised his eyebrows when he saw with his own eyes that a small charm that he had casually thrown out had blown the rock into pieces. Yes, he liked this world.

Thus, Qiao Sheng quietly went to the outer perimeter of the forbidden area of the Nether Sect under the cheating system. He used 99% of the skills in the original owner's memories on low-level demonic beasts. After familiarizing himself with the moves, he decisively returned to his Cloud Peak to cultivate in seclusion. The system did not set a time, so there was no hurry to find the antagonist.

Cultivation had no time, and Qiao Sheng did not know how much time had passed either. In short, after changing his soul, this body had successfully broken through to the middle stage of the Nascent Soul Stage. He was now a cultivator at the late stage of the Nascent Soul Stage, only one step away from Mahayana Stage, but this step was indeed unattainable for cultivators. The further one went in cultivation, the more difficult it became. There were countless people who had died on this path, and it could be said that it was a stairway made of bones. One step at a time, one would climb up. Those who were not blessed by the heavens, those who did not have a strong will, and those who did not have good aptitude could all fall down halfway.

Ever since Qiao Sheng transmigrated to this world, he had never seen anyone. The spiritual energy in his Cloud Peak was dense, and he was the only person on Cloud Peak. On the one hand, it was because of his personality, and he didn't like to interact with others. On the other hand, it was because the Nether Sect valued him. He was already a Nascent Soul cultivator before the age of two hundred years old, and he was an elder of the second largest sect. One could imagine that he was the hope of the Nether Sect's development and development.

Everyone in the Nether Sect knew that Qingshang had a cold personality and didn't like people disturbing his peace. Therefore, unless it was a major matter, the Sect Master wouldn't send anyone to disturb him.

This was good as well, as it would save him a lot of trouble.

After Qiao Sheng came out of seclusion, he decided to do a mission. He went to the sect master and said that he was impetuous and that his cultivation was hindered. He needed to go down the mountain to temper his mind and study his mental cultivation method. He said goodbye for two years and told the sect master not to worry.

The Sect Master valued Qiao Sheng very much. Although he was speechless at Qiao Sheng's heaven-defying cultivation speed, he still enthusiastically expressed his support for Qiao Sheng's decision. He even got someone to take out dozens of high grade spirit pills and a large pile of red crystals for him. Qiao Sheng did not hesitate to put all of them into the storage ring and left on his sword.

Qiao Sheng flew for a long time until his Spiritual Force was about to be exhausted before he stopped in a seemingly bustling city.

In the eyes of mortals, cultivators were no different from gods. They could fly in the sky and also produce things. However, the things that cultivators thought were natural were not like that in the eyes of mortals.

Qiao Sheng had never liked to keep a low profile, so when he deliberately flew down to the center of the city in his white clothes and rode his sword, it naturally caused a commotion. Especially that otherworldly appearance, which made mortals worship him as a god and kneel down in unison, looking funny and pious.

He frowned and did not say anything. Instead, he openly entered an inn. The inn was a gathering place of all kinds of people and had seen all kinds of people. Therefore, although the waiter saw Qiao Sheng respectfully and warmly, he did not have the fanaticism of the common people.

Qiao Sheng stayed at the inn. He knew that this was only temporary, because at the foot of the Imperial City, there were Immortals descending and everyone was worshiping them. This matter would spread to the Emperor's ears as quickly as possible. Unsurprisingly, on the second day, Qiao Sheng would be invited to the Imperial Palace.

Qiao Sheng's goal was the palace, and he was happy that everything was going according to plan.

Is this the Imperial Palace... Qiao Sheng raised his eyelids and casually swept his gaze across it. Compared to the Forbidden City, it was more serious and less mysterious.

The eunuchs and maids who were passing by all lowered their heads and leaned against the vermilion palace wall, waiting for them to leave. They had walked for half an hour on this palace gate alone. According to Qiao Sheng's ability, he could have teleported to the emperor's side, but he could not do that. Putting aside the fact that the palace was filled with experts, he was willing to walk such a long way just to find the antagonist.

The System said the villain was in the palace.

When he passed by the imperial garden, Qiao Sheng stopped. He looked at a child who was pulling grass from the flowers and asked, "Who is that?"

The cold voice made the eunuch beside him tremble for some reason. The eunuch followed Qiao Sheng's gaze and trembled again. He trembled and said, "It's... It's a lowly servant girl's... child..."

"Is that so..." Qiao Sheng ignored the eunuch and walked straight towards the child. The child, who was about ten years old, stopped what he was doing and looked up at Qiao Sheng in a daze.

When Qiao Sheng saw the child's face, he paused and frowned. He walked over and said, "Name."

Ye Qingming watched helplessly as Qiao Sheng, who was like an immortal, walked in front of him. His fingertips trembled as he knelt down.

"Ye Qingming." He lowered his head and looked at the hem of the man's clothes.

"There is a sky above the sky?"

Ye Qingming replied, "Yes."

This was the person, Qiao Sheng told himself. There was hatred in the child's eyes, and he was a candidate for the antagonist. He had already thought of how to take the child away, so he did not stay any longer. He did not even say a word as he turned around and left, doing whatever he wanted.

The pure white hemline disappeared from his sight. Ye Qingming raised his head and looked at the tall figure with a complicated expression. He secretly clenched his fists.

This time, Qiao Sheng successfully met the Emperor. There were indeed many cultivators surrounding the Emperor. All of them were wearing white robes, looking arrogant and condescending. Qiao Sheng was also dressed in white, but no one present could display his elegance.

When the cultivators heard that an extremely high-profile cultivator had appeared in the capital and had even caused a commotion, they did not think much of it. They thought that he was just a disciple from a certain sect who had come out to train, but from the aura that Qiao Sheng had deliberately revealed, he was actually a rare Nascent Soul cultivator!

The Emperor naturally saw their expressions and knew that the person standing below must have an extremely high cultivation level. He did not dare to be negligent and personally got down from the throne to welcome him. Qiao Sheng coldly nodded his head. He was not afraid of offending the Emperor, so he casually found a seat and sat down. Hearing that the Emperor wanted to keep him in the palace, he rejected without thinking.

Knowing that he was in someone else's territory, he did not go to the extreme. He took out two high level spirit pills from the storage ring and gave them to the emperor. These two pills were enough for the emperor to live for another ten or eight years.

As expected, after the king received the pills, his originally unhappy expression instantly lit up with joy.

They immediately wanted to reward Qiao Sheng with ten thousand taels of gold. Everyone thought that at Qiao Sheng's cultivation level, he would definitely not accept these worldly possessions, but who was Qiao Sheng? He did not refuse any of them. He would accept as much as the Emperor brought. After all, he had a powerful storage ring, so what was he afraid of?

Qiao Sheng cupped his hands towards the emperor, indicating that he would stay for a few days and take in a disciple. If the emperor had any children with good conditions, he could recommend them to him, and the emperor would gladly agree.

At this point, Qiao Sheng could be considered to have taken the first step towards taking in a disciple.

He followed the chief eunuch to the accommodations arranged for him. He sat cross-legged on the bed and meditated. Four hours later, he met the child again. The facial features of cultivators were naturally much more powerful than that of ordinary people. The higher one's cultivation, the stronger one would be, so Qiao Sheng could easily hear the curses and sounds of fighting coming from behind the fake mountain.

He stood silently in the shadows, his face expressionless as he watched the boy of the day curl up on the ground and let himself be punched and kicked by the luxuriously dressed boys.

If he died, he would find someone else. If he did not die, he would use this child, Qiao Sheng thought coldly.