What? System Wants Me To Steal MILFs To Become Stronger!

[45 Fate Points has been absorbed]

[Total Fate Points 145]

Just as Lucian killed Aron, a System notification appeared in his field of vision.

"It seems this guy has quite some luck," Lucian mused, a thoughtful look crossing his face.

After collecting Aron's storage bag, he didn't find anything significant. So without further delay, he resumed his journey, soaring through the sky.

...

On this day, Lucian finally stood at the entrance of a narrow valley, its steep walls rising high on either side. A thick mist clung to the ground, obscuring the path ahead.

Sensing many Spiritual Energy fluctuations from inside, he flew down and entered.

However, just as he entered and saw few cultivators ahead, a sudden change occurred.

Boom!!

A loud explosion abruptly echoed, then dozens of tiny red orbs shooting in all directions, quickly entering the bodies of all the cultivators within the valley.

"Damm it, who has triggered the restriction?!"

The cultivators inside panicked and began to curse aloud.

"Fuck! My Spiritual Energy is draining away quickly!"

In an instant, someone exclaimed after discovering the abnormality within their body.

Lucian also felt that a red ring-shaped restriction appeared around his Dao Platform, causing his Spiritual Energy to dissolve, and dissipate into the air.

At this rate, he estimated that his Spiritual Energy would be expelled from his body within an hour.

"Is this a forbidden zone?" His expression was turning extremely ugly, "It seems I can't blindly trust the map."

He immediately turned around, and flew outside of the valley.

The remaining cultivators in the valley also fled toward the outside, like startled cats.

Just as he had reached the outside of the valley, more than thirty cultivators in red and black robe suddenly appeared, all of them at the peak of Qi Gathering stage.

"Ha…ha… They've been hit by the restriction."

"Leave your storage bags, or die. Kekeke…"

They immediately saw Lucian and a group of cultivators emerging from the mouth of the valley, and began to laugh in their misfortune.

The group of cultivators saw and reluctantly threw their storage bags on the ground in front of them and hurriedly retreated.

The opposing cultivators didn't pursue them, afraid that they might self destruct themselves if pushed too far.

Their gaze then turned to Lucian who at this moment, with the restriction in place released a very weak Spiritual Pressure.

"Brat, do you want some kind of invitation? Leave your storage bag and scram."

A middle-aged man spoke arrogantly.

Lucian's face immediately turned cold, and he threw his Halberd. The Sharp Qi at the tip of the blade gleaming as if slashed towards the middle-aged man.

"AHH…!"

Before the middle-aged man could even pull out his defensive treasure to protect himself, the Halberd ruthless cut his neck!

A horrified head soared into the sky, and blood gushed out like fountain.

Although, it took time to explain this, all of this happened in an instant!

Others looked at him in terror.

"Fellow Daoists, he doesn't have too much Spiritual Energy left. Let's attack together…"

Another middle-aged man shouted to incite the crowd. Then he took out a flying sword to attack Lucian.n/ô/vel/b//jn dot c//om

The other cultivators also began to attack, each using their own Artifacts.

Space rippled as various type of Spiritual Energy and killing intent filling the air.

Lucian laughed coldly, and immediately used two defensive talisman to make a Spiritual Energy Shield to cover his body.

Bang!!

The flying treasures hit his energy shield, causing the Spiritual Light to flicker.

"He surely can't hold out much longer. Continue to attack him…"

Someone exclaimed in joy.

However, a red streak of light suddenly flew straight into them. It was Lucian's Halberd, moving like a fire dragon.

"Argh!" A scream echoed as the Halberd pierced through one cultivator's chest. His body erupted in crimson flames.

The weapon didn't stop. It continued its path of destruction, slicing through two more cultivators before anyone could react.

Blood sprayed in the air. Ashes scattered in the wind.

Sensing the energy inside his body, Lucian frowned.

A young man among the attackers shouted, "Don't stop now! He's weakening. We can overwhelm him!"

The remaining cultivators hesitated.

Lucian sneered.

After killing half of them, the remaining attackers backed away, their faces pale with fear.

Suddenly, someone among them gasped.

"Wait! This... this isn't right!" He shouted, "How can a Qi Gathering Realm cultivator have such vast reserves of energy, unless..."

"Unless what?" someone asked nervously.

"Foundation Establishment…" Before the young man could finish his revelation, he had already turned tail and fled, burning his essence blood to boost his speed.

The remaining cultivators' faces drained of color as realization dawned.

Without any hesitation, they scattered in all directions, abandoning any other thoughts.

In the end, half of the fleeing cultivators died, their bodies consumed by crimson flames.

Those who managed to escape disappeared into the dense forest, their auras fading rapidly as they pushed their cultivation to the limit.

Lucian didn't follow them, instead he found a hidden place to wait for the effect of the restriction to end.

...

Several days later, a young man with long white hair stood atop a treetop, surveying the surroundings. It was Lucian whose energy restriction had completely lifted, and even his cultivation base had increased slightly.

He had been roaming the outer area of the secret realm, collecting various Spirit Herbs and Spirit beasts.

Standing at this place, he felt the Spiritual Energy concentration increased significantly.

But that wasn't the reason he waiting here. Earlier he saw a demonic cultivator captured a young man alive, only cutting off his limbs.

When Lucian tortured that man, he had told him something very interesting.

At this moment, he saw his "dear brother", along with a few demonic cultivators, were dragging several righteous sect cultivators. The captured cultivators' limbs had been cruelly cut off, leaving trails of blood on the forest floor.

He silently followed the group, suppressing his aura as much as possible.

Soon, they entered a secluded valley. Steep cliffs rose on either side, creating a natural fortress.

...

Inside the valley,

"Senior brother, are they enough?" A young man in dark robe asked respectfully.

In front of him, a man in red robe nodded in confirmation.

"This much should do," he said in a deep voice.

Then with a casual wave of his hand, he threw the captured cultivators behind him.

Behind the red-robed man was a small blood pool, its surface bubbling. Those cultivators all landed on the pool, screaming in pain and cursing.

In the center of the pool was a red beast. Its entire body had turned a deep red color, slowly transforming.

He stood, his crimson robes rustling. He approached the blood pool. The other cultivators watched in reverence.

"With this, I can easily enter the core area. Hmm!?"

From the corner of his eyes, the red-robed man looked into a direction, smirking, "I didn't expect a Foundation Establishment to still be here. Good. I can use you to confirm how strong my spirit beast become."

He laughed uproariously, his voice echoing off the valley walls.

The other cultivators turned to look. Few of them had pale faces as this newcomer was surely out of their league.

Julius also used his Qi Sense to scan the ahead, but it was quickly pushed back.

While the beast slowly opened its pale white eyes, looking into the distance.

Even though he had been discovered, Lucian didn't emerge. He remained hidden, pretending to tremble in fear.

The beast slowly stood up, its massive body rising from the blood pool. Its body was that of a lion, covered in crimson fur matted with blood. And its head was that of an eagle, with a long, sharp beak.

As it unfurled to its wings fully, its cast dark shadows across the valley floor.

Roaaarrrr!!

With a loud roar that shook the walls, the creature released a surge of spiritual pressure that rippled through the air.

The power emanating from the beast was easily matching that of a mid Foundation Establishment cultivator.

The demonic cultivators in the valley gasped and stumbled back, their faces pale with a mixture of awe and fear. Many clutched at their chests, struggling to breathe as the dense spiritual pressure pressed down upon them like a mountain.

Then in a single flap of its wings, the beast launched itself into the air.

It crossed twenty meters in an instant, moving so fast it seemed to blur to the low level cultivators.

As it neared Lucian's location, it moved its massive wings to create a sharp tip!

Boom!!

There was a loud explosion as the wind hit the area where Lucian was hiding. Rocks shattered, leaving a crater in the rocky ground.

But when the dust settled, Lucian stood unharmed, holding a red colored Halberd.

The man in red robe eyes widened slightly in surprise, "Ohh? You didn't die? So you have a powerful defensive treasure, huh? Let's see how long it can save you!"