“Blood Bat Locust: An extrely malevolent, self-propagating demonic insect known to evolve and proliferate by feasting on life force. They possess flight capabilities and are able to nd their injuries by consuming blood from the mont of birth. The extent of their plunder fuels their exponential population growth.”
Gazing at the ‘Blood Bat Locust’ that he had acquired, an odd expression etched Murong Lin’s features, “What a repugnant creature. It appears to be in league with another protagonist’s insect swarm.”
His recollection harked back to a protagonist from his previous life, famous for running away, who commanded such a swarm—a ravenous force capable of consuming all in its path.
However, the locust swarm he now possessed was even more odious, its sustenance predicated on life itself—be it human, demonic beast, tree, or any other sentient entity in existence.
So long as a spark of spirit persisted, the swarm would voraciously consu it.
“Arise!” Murong Lin summoned forth the swarm, which had already acknowledged him as their master.
Before him materialized a legion of crimson, bat-winged locusts—roughly a thousand strong—each valued at 1 villain value within the system shop.
Did this swarm of a thousand insects then equate to a sum of a thousand villain points?
Could they be sold?!
Murong Lin surveyed the vanishing wheel pitifully, his expression laced with sadness as he itemized the remarkable prizes that had eluded his grasp.
“This one’s perfect! How I wish I’d snagged that! Oh, that other one seems good as well! Sigh.”
The swarm of locusts gliding before him all belonged to the Origin realm, prompting a sense of unease within the Bloody Poisonous Insect nestled within his Bloody Poisonous Acupoint.
The insect’s awareness extended to the outside swarm of Blood Bat Locusts. Though a single creature was no match for the Bloody Poisonous Insect, the combined might of a thousand proved a daunting adversary beyond its capability.
Even Murong Lin would endure considerable hardship contending with such a formidable force.
Their most formidable attributes resided in their remarkable consumption capabilities and their rapid reproductive rate.
With an air of resignation, Murong Lin stowed the Blood Bat Locusts within the spirit familiar storage bag, a provision granted by the system. At least the system exhibited a degree of consideration in this regard.
Gazing pitifully at the system, Murong Lin spoke, “Anti, activate the seclusion cultivation card.”
True to its na, this item would conjure a hidden realm tailored for his cultivation. Yet, the specifics of this realm remained a mystery to him.
Would it materialize as a lush jungle or a barren desert?
Was it bound to be teeming with life or a desolate expanse?
A tinge of nervousness overtook Murong Lin.
The previous mystery raffle ticket had held the promise of splendid items, yet he ultimately erged with a swarm of a thousand Blood Bat Locusts.
“Ding! The seclusion cultivation card has been utilized. Congratulations to master for obtaining the privilege to access the 《teor · Butterfly · Sword》hidden realm for three months.”
“The 《teor · Butterfly · Sword》? Fuck! They’ve turned an entire novel world into a hidden realm?” Murong Lin quipped sarcastically.
In truth, he harboured a secret fondness for this concealed realm.
It was none other than the 《teor · Butterfly · Sword》!
The captivating killer Jiang Hu woven by Mr. Gu Lao.
Four preeminent assassins and an invincible killer, these five individuals occupied ranks within the top twenty characters birthed from Mr. Gu Lao’s literary creations.
In his previous life, this novel was adapted into shows and movies.
This particular novel held a special place in Murong Lin’s heart from his days on Planet Blue.
Mr. Gu Lao’s works resonated with him on a profound level. Upon concluding a reading, he would often find himself drawn back for another round, unearthing fresh insights with each revisit. Embedded within these narratives were Mr. Gu Lao’s own perspectives on human existence and society.
“Three months of access?” Murong Lin pondered inwardly.
He recognized that the system wouldn’t provide him access to a realm of subpar martial arts cultivation. Rather, the realm’s potency would be tailored to align with his current strength—much like the adjustnts made to the Qing Yi Tower.
This assured him that he could seamlessly acclimate to this world.
His excitent stemd not rely from the killer protagonists and the trove of cultivation resources within, but from the notion that this realm lay under his control.
Within Yan, the Ridge Fir Alliance lent their support, bolstered further by the overarching influence of the ten great sects governing the Nanyue continent. Regardless of his audacity, he couldn’t simply disregard their formidable presence.
But now, even if he were to obliterate this world within the hidden realm, it would hold little consequence.
This reality stemd from the fact that the hidden realm was a reward bestowed by the system, exclusively for his benefit.
“Anti, does the protagonist of this realm count as a protagonist? Over the course of three months, I can do whatever I want during that ti, right?” Murong Lin inquired warily.
“The protagonist of this hidden realm does not count as a protagonist, and the three-month access affords master the freedom to do whatever you wish with it. Even dismantling it is permissible. Naturally, given master’s current strength, destroying it appears a remote possibility, heh.”
Upon hearing Anti’s taunting tone, Murong Lin responded indifferently, “Three months, huh? Then I’ll step in right away!”
A notion struck him—he possessed the Blood Bat Locusts.
Since obliterating the hidden realm held no consequence, Murong Lin could surely exploit this window to cultivate the Blood Bat Locusts to a sizable magnitude!
“Ding! Master’s intent to enter the hidden realm has been detected. Initiating master’s teleportation to the hidden realm.”
Then, in an instant, Murong Lin vanished.
Not far off, a few demonic beasts gradually approached, investigating the charred terrain below them. The remnants of hundreds of felled trees startled them anew, sending them fleeing in haste.
By now, Murong Lin had successfully traversed into the world of the hidden realm, 《teor · Butterfly · Sword》.
Two prevailing forces held sway within the expanse of 《teor · Butterfly · Sword》: Sun Yu Bo’s Sun Manor and Wan Peng Wang’s Twelfth Great Roc Gang.
In this domain, governntal authority remained absent. The stability of the Jiang Hu hinged solely upon the influential factions operating within its precincts.
Although these two powers appeared to maintain an unspoken truce, their hidden rivalries belied under their facade of harmony.
Amidst the bounds of these entities rested the rry Forest, a pleasure establishnt frequented by the people of the Jiang Hu. This establishnt catered to every imaginable human desire—wealth, won, scriptures, and more.
Its owner was a woman nad Gao Lao Da, who commanded a quartet of assassins under her banner.
Among these subordinates was the collected yet weary protagonist, ng Xing Hun, accompanied by his close friends. Ye Xiang, perpetually enshrouded in lancholy, the haughty, easy to jealous and brainless Xiao He, and the silent and emotionally charged Shi Qun comprised his close-knit circle.
These four individuals were adopted by Gao Lao Da during their childhoods. Raised within her care, they matured together, their unwavering allegiance tied to her as they executed her orders and ended lives in her na.
Regrettably, Gao Lao Da wasn’t an ordinary figure and Sun Yu Bo’s and Wan Peng Wang’s subordinates, Lu Xiang Chuan and Tu Da Peng, disdained obscurity.
Forming a pact, they fonted turmoil throughout the Huang Gu.
While the narrative centred around one of the assassins as the protagonist, the novel’s other characters bore their own captivating tales.
Among these figures, Han Tang stood out as one of the most renowned.
Han Tang, one of the children Sun Yu Bo had rescued, regarded himself as the loyal hound of Sun Yu Bo. He remained devoted to his master, exhibiting an ice-cold, untad, emotionless deanour. Also, he loved to fish.
This naless man existed in isolation, detached from the world despite his superb mastery of assassination techniques. Every part of his body served as a lethal instrunt to dispatch his enemies, a choice he embraced as long as it proved effective.
Yet, Han Tang’s tale concluded tragically, succumbing to an ambush orchestrated by Tu Da Peng and his accomplices.
Of course, the novel’s most cryptic presence remained Sun Yu Bo.
A saying perated the Jiang Hu: “When in trouble, seek Old Bo; Old Bo will handle it.”
With each appearance in the narrative, Sun Yu Bo would invariably resolve four distinct issues.
With his formidable might, confronting the Twelfth Great Roc Gang posed no challenge to him. Curiously, however, he refrained from taking decisive action against them.
Perhaps, his intentions lay in testing sothing hidden beneath the surface.
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