Chapter 1350: Chapter 1351: Li Xiaobai’s Core Values
Early next morning.
Within the Central Origin Realm, waves of news about Li Xiaobai’s slaughter of demons and his defense of the Dao swept across the skies, blanketing everything in their path.
Whether in the Cultivation World or the Mortal World, there was a legend circulating: It is said that at the dawn of heaven and earth, a demon head appeared, murdering humanity relentlessly for thousands of years. Afterward, the human race’s cultivators continuously refined themselves over countless ages, reaching unprecedented heights of cultivation. Together, they formed alliances to confront the demon head, thus suppressing it.
They persisted in this standstill for a whole millennium, until the ultimate experts either grew old and passed away, or fell in battle leaving none alive in the world. As a result, the demon head emerged once more, aiming to unify the Central Origin Realm and enslave all living beings. This demon head was none other than Xueshenzi, the Blood Demon Sect’s Sect Master.
And it was in this moment, a dire crossroads of life and death, that a young prodigy rose to prominence. With cultivation unparalleled through the ages, he stood before all living beings to block the demon head’s invasion, placing his own life in jeopardy. On the Western Continent, he faced the Blood Demon Sect head-on in a bloody battle, annihilating millions of soldiers and fighting until only Xueshenzi remained within the Demon Sect.
Afterward, he ventured alone into enemy territory, infiltrating the Blood Demon Sect to challenge Xueshenzi and successfully crushing him. Although he ultimately failed to seal Xueshenzi’s fate, it was still an incomparably glorious achievement.
This youth needed no further introduction—he was Li Xiaobai, the Gang Leader of the Villain’s Guild and the Peak Master of the Second Peak of the Sword Sect!
The emergence of this tale drove nearly the entire Central Origin Realm into a frenzy. Though the story felt somewhat clichéd, the people couldn’t resist such tales. Among the human race, there unexpectedly emerged such a peerless prodigy who stood up to safeguard humanity’s survival, fearlessly taking on the demon head in direct combat—a display of unparalleled courage and spirit. Such illustrious deeds were indeed worthy of being recorded in the annals of history.
And while the battle between good and evil became a common topic of conversation among cultivators during meals and breaks, yet another piece of news surfaced: Li Xiaobai was said to be a man of immense compassion. Back when the Central Origin Realm invaded the Earth Spirit Realm, it was likewise he who stepped up, despite his insufficient power, to halt the invasion, merely to restore peace to the world.
Many cultivators referred to this action as a “peaceful development philosophy.”
As for the mortals, they were even more zealous. Their world was overflowing with faith; nearly every household now displayed portraits or statues of Li Xiaobai, praying daily in hopes of receiving his protection.
The discussions among cultivators were even hotter. Many sect disciples and cultivators frequently convened tea gatherings, passionately sharing the deeds of the Villain’s Guild and debating Li Xiaobai’s immense achievements.
“I think Senior Li’s philosophy of equal development is fantastic. If everyone could implement it, the realm would witness everlasting peace!”
“Easy to say, hard to do. It’s difficult to transform people’s minds; there will always be dissenters. But personally, I admire Brother Li’s theory of equality even more. All beings are born equal; none are inherently superior. Such profound thought and unparalleled vision—it truly eclipses all before him!”
“Absolutely, absolutely! And don’t forget the recently proposed two hundred and forty-word core values—it’s like a beacon lighting the way for younger generations! Is he really someone of our age? Not only is his cultivation unfathomably deep, but even his ideology is so vast and wise. He’s the national idol, isn’t he?”
In streets and alleyways, every time cultivators discussed the rumors circulating lately, they couldn’t help but feel deeply moved.
After all, this was a world of survival of the fittest, where cultivators had always revered the law of the jungle to carve out their existence amidst bloody battlefields. Now, the measures proposed by Li Xiaobai, Gang Leader of the Villain’s Guild, were nothing short of revolutionary—a move to abandon strife and establish a harmonious family for all!
Suddenly, both the Villain’s Guild and the Second Peak of the Sword Sect became revered sanctuaries in the hearts of countless young cultivators.
Even in the Mortal World, many individuals started taking action, packing their belongings and bringing along their attendant students to journey toward the Sword Sect, aiming only to pay homage to Li Xiaobai and behold the visage of this youthful hero!
At the mountain summit of the Second Peak of the Sword Sect, countless tiny, shimmering white points of light converged onto a statue. Under the baptism of the Power of Faith, the statue seemed almost to awaken, brimming with vitality. The intense Power of Faith rivaled even that of Buddha Country.
Li Xiaobai stood beside the statue, allowing the faith energy accumulated within his Emerald Glaze Body to naturally flow out toward the statue, cloaking it in a veil of white brilliance.
The System had yet to provide feedback, as the gathered Power of Faith wasn’t sufficient. However, he estimated that the task of erecting the statue would be completed in just a few days—his name was already a household word, and what remained was only the gradual accumulation from the world.
“Brother, I’ve already spread the news through all realms and earned the initial trust of the masses. Our Sword Sect will soon become the holy destination for pilgrims! As of now, there isn’t another sect within the Central Origin Realm that can rival us!”
“Brother, your publicity strategy is truly earth-shaking, worthy of the awe of spirits and gods alike!”
Chen Yuan stood to the side, eyes gleaming with fervor and admiration. His face was filled with excitement and respect. Brother Li was truly an exceptional genius!
“Mm, well done. This realm has already been conquered by this Peak Master. The next step is safeguarding it. You all must manage the sect diligently, welcome guests far and wide, and ensure the safety of visiting cultivators—no careless mistakes are allowed.”
Li Xiaobai nodded and casually instructed.
What he needed was the Power of Faith, and any actions that could lead to a tarnished reputation had to be avoided. For instance, with the influx of cultivators arriving at the Sword Sect recently, it was inevitable that some might exploit the situation to commit robbery. That was certainly the fastest route to riches. Given his own past, he was quite sure he’d entertain similar ideas if he were in their shoes—he’d done such things himself more than once, after all, and he was all too familiar with the process.
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“Eee-yaa aye-aye!”
Within a secluded courtyard on the mountain summit, ninety-nine children played carefree. Shifts in the world’s structure had nothing to do with them; all they cared about was play and laughter. An old turtle lay lazily in a corner of the courtyard, silently guarding the children. However, the aura emanating from its body grew increasingly profound and terrifying.
Upon its back rested the Tangneng First-class bathhouse, strengthening its power at every moment. Its aura carried the weight of a Semi-Saint.
“The Peak Master has already come into his own. Within the Sword Sect, the concentration of the Power of Faith is overwhelming. The grand momentum has arrived—short of uprooting the foundation, no one can shake it.”
The old turtle spoke in a human voice, muttering this sentence before falling silent once again.
The ninety-nine children seemed to sense something, their bodies emanating immortal luminescence, crawling toward the turtle’s direction. Seeing this, the old turtle immediately performed the head-withdrawing technique, hiding itself within its shell, allowing the children to clamber over its body as they pleased.
Underneath a swaying Money Tree in the courtyard sat a young girl carrying a massive wooden chest on her back. Her eyes remained tightly shut as if deep in thought, runes flickering between her brows. Beside her squatted a scruffy, mangy dog, staring intently at the chest while drooling profusely.
Li Xiaobai gazed at this serene haven and sighed softly, “After the storms pass, it will be an era of prosperity.”
Ergouzi cast him a sideways glance and arrogantly remarked, “I say ‘Wuhu,’ you say ‘Take off!'”
Li Xiaobai: “I only wonder how many will endure when the storm comes…”
Ergouzi: “Wuhu!”
Li Xiaobai: “…”