Chapter 242 - 117: With a Charming Wife and Beautiful Concubines at Home, How’s Your Stamina?

Chapter 242: Chapter 117: With a Charming Wife and Beautiful Concubines at Home, How’s Your Stamina?

Zhang Da Yong formed a claw with his right hand, killing intent flashing in his eyes.

The Saint Monarch’s fearsome reputation had been established for decades, earning him both the respect and fear of countless people.

Those who respected him saw him as a paragon of cultivation.

Those who feared him described him as a great calamity in a chaotic world.

But whether they praised or vilified him, they all looked up to him.

But now, someone had actually dared to say, "Fuck that dog-dick Demon Monarch, the stinking moron!" And the one who said it was a complete and utter piece of trash!

’How utterly preposterous.’

The first rule of the Holy Sect was: Those who disrespect the Demon Monarch shall be killed without mercy.

And as the first Dharma Protector under the Saint Monarch, how could he allow such a person to live in this world?

’Crushing this piece of trash would be as easy as crushing an ant.’

’This body might be weak, but Yang Mo isn’t strong either.’

With this one strike of his claw...

...Yang Mo would die!

But just as the claw took shape, it relaxed back into an open palm.

’Forget it.’

’This is a critical time for finding Lord Saint Monarch. I absolutely cannot act rashly, at least not until I’ve confirmed whether Zhao Ci is Lord Saint Monarch’s reincarnation.’

’As for this ant...’

’...I’ll let him live a little longer.’

’The moment I leave the Tenth Prince’s Mansion, this person who spewed such filth about Lord Saint Monarch will die!’

Zhang Da Yong suppressed his killing intent and helped Yang Mo walk back toward the Martial Arts Arena.

Meanwhile, a storm was raging in Yang Mo’s mind.

On one hand, he could feel more memories trying to drill their way into his mind, attempting to merge with him.

But he resisted with all his might.

He was terrified that if he accepted them, he would become that disgusting Demon Monarch.

On the other hand...

...the words the Demon Monarch had spoken to Xiang Tiange echoed endlessly in his mind.

"Not only do I dare, but I will also choose a new life with the greatest restrictions. Just you wait. In twenty years, I will prove to you that no difficulty is insurmountable!"

’Mystery solved.’

’No wonder I have the bloodline of a great clan, yet my cultivation talent is only that of an ordinary person.’

’It was the Demon Monarch’s fault all along.’

’No difficulty is insurmountable?’

’Are you fucking insane?’

’You want to prove something...’

’...and I’m the one who has to overcome it?’

’Fucking idiot!’

’Fucking idiot!’

Yang Mo was getting scared. He was more and more convinced that his terrible cultivation talent was something the Demon Monarch had deliberately arranged.

Judging by the timing, it was an Innate defect. Was there any chance of turning things around in a situation like this?

A chill crept into his heart.

But now was not the time to think about this.

He shook his head, casting all distracting thoughts from his mind.

By the time he came to his senses, he was already back at the Martial Arts Arena.

Feng Kucha raised an eyebrow. "Lao Mo, you’re finally back. Hurry up and get ready, we’re about to enter the Merit Library."

"Right!"

Hearing the words "Merit Library," Yang Mo’s mood lightened somewhat.

After all, any single item from the Merit Library was enough to drive a Cultivator into a frenzy.

Not even the seven great Merit Clans could casually produce such items.

No, that explanation isn’t quite right.

To be precise, the items in the Merit Library were themselves contributed by the Imperial Family and the seven great Merit Clans in exchange for merits.

Even an item priced at a single merit point could provide a powerful boost in cultivation.

And the more expensive ones could even defy the heavens and alter one’s destiny.

Otherwise, the geniuses of the various clans wouldn’t be fighting tooth and nail to participate in the mansion competition.

’My aptitude may be mediocre...’

’...but that doesn’t mean there’s no room for a comeback.’

[Yang Mo’s Current Wish]: Find a treasure in the Merit Library that can defy the heavens and alter destiny. Wish Completion Reward: Insight +100, Heaven-Defying Talisman x1.

"Tsk..."

Seeing Yang Mo’s ambitious look, Zhao Ci couldn’t help but give himself a thumbs-up. ’I really am a master of psychological counseling.’

’The Insight reward isn’t much, but that Heaven-Defying Talisman seems pretty awesome.’

’No shit!’

’It’s "Heaven-Defying"!’

’How could it not be awesome?’

Just then, Zhao Yan reappeared on the high platform.

"Everyone, follow me!"

SHUFFLE!

Everyone present rose to their feet in unison.

They lined up by their respective mansions—seventy-two people from eight mansions—and followed neatly behind Zhao Yan.

There were only two benefits to participating in the mansion competition.

One was the final merit tally after the competition, which could be exchanged for important positions within their respective clans.

The other was the Merit Library.

Who among them wasn’t here for the Heavenly and Earthly Treasures in the Merit Library?

"Boss!"

Zhu Li poked Zhao Ci in the back and asked with a puzzled look, "Why are they all so eager? I didn’t think they had any merits in their pockets!"

Her voice wasn’t loud.

But she was the only one speaking.

So her words fell clearly on everyone’s ears.

One by one, their ambitious expressions froze on their faces.

That feeling of excitement...

...seemed to have vanished.

Zhao Ci ruffled her bun-styled hair and grinned. "Don’t people who can’t afford pills often go to the Pill Workshop street just to window-shop?"

Zhao Yong: "???"

Zhu Yan: "???"

Zhao Xie: "???"

Everyone: "???"

’Dammit!’

’This is too much!’

The scene became deathly silent for a moment.

But no one said anything. In the mansion competition, the strong were always respected. They were all hot-blooded youths, so trading taunts was perfectly normal.

Whoever was stronger had the right to mock others.

If they had been evenly matched, they definitely would have cursed back.

But when the gap was too wide, talking back would only make them look like sore losers—like clowns.

’Do you want to be a clown?’

’I don’t!’

The correct approach was to keep a steady mindset, strive to improve, and wait until they turned the tables to slap them back in the face.

Besides...

...it wasn’t as if they had zero merits. After all, every mansion had daily expenses, and it was normal to start ventures. With the backing of their families, the Householders of each mansion had no problem doing business to earn one or two points of merit.