Villain Cultivator

Before Miaomiao and Ma Moxi could talk, the room was lit up.

In the enclosed room, a hundred immortals were gathered. All of their levels were above 1,000.

Among the crowd, Ma Moxi\'s level was the highest as he was a 12-star stellar immortal.

Level 2,258

Miaomiao looked around and inspected everyone in the room to compare their strength. Averagely, a 1-star stellar immortal\'s level range was between 1,000 to 1,100. A 2-star immortal\'s level was around 1,100 to 1,200, and so on.

He looked up to see his current game level. The number [1,542] floated over his head even though he was only a 12th-stage cultivator.

\'So my strength is comparable to a 3-star immortal by the game\'s standard? Okay, then.\'

While Miaomiao was examining everybody\'s levels, the others also did the same. They glanced at Miaomiao\'s level for a moment, but they ignored him. Instead, they kept staring at Ma Moxi, whose level was the highest among the 100 immortals here.

Ma Moxi disregarded everybody as if he was used to it. He continued chatting with Miaomiao.

"Which world are you in, Miaomiao?"

"Which world? What do you mean?"

Miaomiao was aware that he belonged to the second world, but he pretended that he didn\'t know. This was the best way to extract information from others.

"Didn\'t Mu-Nyang tell you? There are three major worlds, and I belong to the third world."

"Sounds like a third-world country."

"Hey! It\'s a mixed world. My world is tailored for players, and we have a hard time adjusting. Oh, Yuan Shaoqing and Yuan Hua are in my world. They\'re nasty as usual. Say, which world are you in? Are you in the rumored cultivation world or the elf-orc fantasy world?"

"Second world. Devil, Kishin Douji, Hongjun, and some of my wives are here. I haven\'t found the rest though."

"Wow. That sucks so hard. Did you run into them?"

"Hongjun, Kishin Douji, and Guan Yu attacked me. My clan\'s bodyguard betrayed me, and my home city is razed to the ground. Yup, it\'s hell. By the way, have you found your family?"

"Ku\'er and Dong Bai are with me. My uncles and my grandpa are missing, though. Oh, Chang\'e was born earlier than all of us, and she\'s the goddess of the mermaid tribe. Cernun, Ohuhu, Hopea, and the entire Siren City are still around, too. I also heard about Meowmeow\'s rumor and his trace, but I haven\'t found him yet."

"I see. Thanks for telling."

Their conversation was the only thing that everyone in the room could hear. They stared at the duo as if they were looking at a dangerous monster.

While both men were catching up with the new lives, an echoing noise interrupted their conversation.

\'AHEM! Welcome, immortals! I\'m Pan Mei, the god of the universe!\'

Miaomiao and Ma Moxi rolled their eyes, "Bullshit. Mu-Nyang is the true god. You are just a pretentious fool!"

Pan Mei didn\'t hear their comments. He briefed the immortals in the room.

\'You are invited here to participate in a grand immortal tournament. If you are willing to participate, we will transfer you to the deity realm. If you decline, we will send you back to your world.\'

"..."

Miaomiao and Ma Moxi stopped talking. They looked up and listened to Pan Mei.

\'If you participate, we will give you one heaven-grade artifact as a reward. The winners of this tournament can obtain Dao Stones and unique cultivation resources that don\'t exist in your lower worlds!\'

Ma Moxi raised his brows. He looked at Miaomiao, "Do you still have the Dao Stones?"

"Plenty. Do you still keep yours?"

"Enough to sustain me for a million years."

Both men had the same idea. They didn\'t want to join a weird event that Pangu hosted.

\'To those who wish to participate in this event, you may enter the red door. As for the rest who remain in this room, you can enter the blue door to return to your world.\'

RUMBLE

Two large doors appeared and opened, showing the long corridor to an unknown place.

Miaomiao and Ma Moxi didn\'t want to do anything with Pan Mei and Pangu\'s men. They walked toward the blue door right away.

The crowd stared at Miaomiao and Ma Moxi. Upon noticing that the duo had no interest in the event, they were relieved. Some greedy immortals rushed toward the red door right away while the rest contemplated if they should risk their lives for an artifact.

It only took them one minute to make the decision. 80 of the immortals followed Miaomiao out while the rest chose to risk their lives for opportunities.

After everyone in the room left, changes occurred to the door. The blue door and the red door switched colors!

The 20 immortals that entered the red door came across another enclosed room with no window. After all of them had entered, the door was shut, and they were teleported home.

Meanwhile, Miaomiao and Ma Moxi found themselves in a wide oval room under the glass dome ceiling, where over 500 immortals had gathered. A 500-square-meter rectangle stage was the only thing at the center of the room.

Upon arrival, Miaomiao and Ma Moxi looked around in confusion. They had expected a portal or a device that could bring them home, but they were directed here.

As Miaomiao looked around, his eyes met with several people that he knew. One of them didn\'t hide his killing intent.

"Xie Tian?"

Xie Tian still had the same appearance as in his previous life, but he looked odd. The fire in his eyes looked like Xie Tian\'s clones that Miaomiao fought in his dantian universe.

"Uh-oh."

Ma Moxi also found a missing clan member, but he didn\'t look well.

Pang Lingming, who was once the butler of Ma Clan, was glaring at Ma Moxi and let out his killing intent. His aura was dark and gloomy.

"Err, uncle Pang?" Ma Moxi tried to talk to Pang Lingming.

"I\'m not your uncle, evil immortal!"

"..."

Ma Moxi was taken aback. He stepped away from the edgy middle-aged man.

While everyone was confused about why they were gathered here, the sound transmission of Pan Mei returned.

\'Thank you for joining us today! Everybody here shall receive a heaven-grade artifact as a reward for attending this event!\'

Miaomiao and Ma Moxi\'s expressions turned ugly. They didn\'t want to join this event.

WHOOSH

A jade ring appeared in front of Miaomiao and forcefully inserted itself into his right middle finger. Then, it merged with his flesh and left a red tattoo around his middle finger. The other immortals also got their jade rings, and they faced the same situation as well, but they got green tattoos instead.

\'The heaven-grade artifact is, in fact, the Ring of Returnee. As long as you have this ring on you, you will be automatically resurrected in your home world upon death! Therefore, whatever happens to you in the tournament, you are guaranteed to be sent back to your home world alive with all your items.\'

Half of the immortals cheered while Miaomiao\'s face turned dark. He instantly noticed that his red tattoo was different from other immortals.

Fortunately, Miaomiao\'s plot armor was always with him. A new voice sounded in his mind and gave him hope.

\'It seems that Pangu is trying to kill you in this event, munya. I see that Pan Mei gave you a fake ring. Do you want me to teleport you home?\'

Miaomiao nodded and whispered, "Please do. I don\'t want to fall into whatever traps they\'re cooking."

\'Okay, but you will miss out on a chance to meet your reincarnated son. Is that alright, munya?\'

"Which son?"

\'Mao Xiaomiao, munya. He goes by the name Miao Xiaomao in this life, by the way.\'

"Ah, him? Is he doing well?"

\'More than doing well, munya! He\'s a protagonist, munya!\'

"Welp, if he\'s a protagonist, I have nothing to worry about. He lives his own life, and I live mine. I don\'t need to see him right now."

\'Suit yourself. Alright, I\'ll send you home, but it will take a while to teleport you out of Pangu\'s domain, munya. Stay alive for an hour and wait for me to crack Pangu\'s entity domain!\'

"Roger that. Thank you!"

Miaomiao let out a long sigh of relief. Knowing that he had a way out, his stress and worries were gone. He looked at Xie Tian and waved his hand at him. However, the latter rested his hand on the hilt of his saber, getting ready to fight Miaomiao at any moment.

Miaomiao glanced at Xie Tian\'s level.

1,527

It was not too shabby, but it annoyed Miaomiao. He inwardly cursed Xie Tian for trying to become his nemesis again in this life.

"Xie Fan is going to cry, but I need to kill you again."

Meanwhile, Pan Mei finished explaining the rules and the background of the tournament and the three worlds to the immortals. He proceeded to rouse the participants.

\'Because we only need 31 of you to join the event, we shall begin the preliminary round. Only 31 survivors can proceed to the real tournament! Again, don\'t worry about dying. If you die, the jade ring will automatically teleport you home and resurrect you along with all your belongings!\'

Miaomiao stopped worrying about Xie Tian as he sensed the malice in Pan Mei\'s voice. He immediately unsheathed Killer Queen and transformed his wings into grey wings. Then, a billion purple butterflies spread out.

Before Pan Mei could tell the immortals to start killing each other, Miaomiao\'s butterflies bit 300 immortals around him and buried themselves into their flesh. He targeted everybody in his range, but he spared Ma Moxi.

The immortals were shocked at first, but they soon shouted.

"Dirty bastard! Kill him first!"

Miaomiao scoffed at them. He brandished Killer Queen, "I am Mao Miaomiao, the Blade of Mu-Nyang. In this life, I know no defeat!"

Ma Moxi facepalmed, "You triggered my old PTSD. I hate that game."

"At least, I don\'t do Waterfowl Dance or spread the Scarlet Rot."

After joking with Ma Moxi, Miaomiao vanished. The other immortals also kicked the ground and left behind afterimages. Five thousand illusions of stars appeared in the sky as 500 laws and dao domains were being used.

Ma Moxi faded to nothingness, but he reappeared behind Pang Lingming. The latter pulled out a battle ax from his spatial ring and turned around.

A split second later, a loud noise echoed.

CLANK

Ma Moxi\'s sword collided with Pang Lingming\'s battle ax.

On the other side, ten thousand afterimages of sword slashes appeared throughout the arena, and a hundred immortals were sliced into mincemeat.

A dark shadow silhouette followed the movements of the katana and landed a spin kick to the samurai\'s stomach, sending him flying and slamming to the glass ceiling.

Miaomiao\'s body reappeared as he was the victim of that kick. He vomited blood and looked at his chest, where Xia Tian had kicked him. It caved in and left a footprint on his cloth.

BOOM

BOOM

Explosions occurred in the arena all immortals, whom Miaomiao\'s butterflies had bitten, exploded into blood mist. Then, ten thousand karma centipedes and a billion purple butterflies emerged from their bodies and rushed toward the nearest immortals. A dozen of them also chased after Ma Moxi.

"Dammit, Miaomiao. Your skill is eviler than Waterfowl Dance and Scarlet Aeonia! At least, Malenia didn\'t summon deadly underlings like you!"

Miaomiao yelled back while his eyes followed Xie Tian\'s blinking movements.

"SORRY! TOO MANY ENEMIES!"