Becoming evil makes you ten times stronger, but becoming a demon gives you hundredfold strength

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Meng Yu, who left on the interstellar train, of course, wouldn't know the psychological shadow that haunted the security personnel.

His purpose of feigning an action on this planet before leaving was to prevent others from discerning his movements, such as keeping to a monthly schedule and so forth. Then, he took a ride to another planet.

On the way, he perused some of the major events of the Immortal Sect, paying particular attention to the trial outcome of Mirror twelve.

This bastard, who forced him to use Hundredfold Strength ahead of time, how could he not have been skinned and disassembled by the Immortal Sect yet!

Logically, this damned bastard should have been dealt with by the Immortal Sect last year, but this shameless scumbag kept appealing, using various reasons like being critically ill to delay the process. The Immortal Sect seemed to tacitly permit this, perhaps waiting for him to die naturally in his bed or to make a spectacularly urgent death to avoid a high-profile trial before killing him.

But Meng Yu was growing impatient.

Meng Yu had endured within the Immortal Sect for two years for a minor yet significant reason—he feared Mirror twelve.

In the First Grade Minor World, he was invincible in close combat. This included against Foundation Establishment and even Golden Core cultivators suppressing their cultivation; under such suppression, Meng Yu could still manage or comfortably escape. But what if his opponent was a Nascent Soul suppressing their cultivation to fight him?

Though such a possibility was absurd and utterly scandalous.

There weren't many Nascent Souls in the Immortal Sect, and each one was a prominent figure backed by either a family or a sect. Let alone them descending to capture the demon Meng Yu, if someone were to ask a Nascent Soul to do such a thing, that person and their sect would be at odds with the forces behind the Nascent Soul to the death. Without exterminating that person's entire family, those behind the Nascent Soul would not rest.

This wasn't about asking a Nascent Soul to descend; it was about cutting off the roots of a Nascent Soul Family!

Meng Yu had never fought a Nascent Soul master, but he was well aware that if a real Nascent Soul Master was not afraid of death and suppressed their cultivation to fight him below, his chances of winning were slim.

And Mirror twelve, despite being broken, was in some aspects more formidable than a Nascent Soul at its peak. But most importantly, since Meng Yu's rebirth into this world, the shock and deterrence of the Immortal Sect with its various Golden Core Nascent Souls and its population in the billions, including its endless combat power, paled in comparison to the shock Meng Yu felt from Mirror twelve!

Mirror twelve knew it would be sentenced to death by the Immortal Sect (certain rules of the Immortal Sect were very rigid, otherwise they could not bind those genuine powerhouses; the negotiations between Mirror twelve and the Immortal Sect were about the manner of its death, including the delay of the trial, but not its exemption from death), but it, no, he still did it!

What did that signify?

That was true deterrence!

In the upheaval of Bear Country, more than a dozen Nascent Soul heavyweights had the upper hand but all refrained from risking their futures. Not one was willing to sign their name or order a killing, resulting in what could have been an easily resolved situation turning into Bear Country's downfall.

This was the key difference when it came to who would step forward in crucial moments!

In the world of cultivators, you are a Golden Core, you are a Nascent Soul, but what does that have to do with me if you're not willing to descend and fight to the death with me, why should I fear you?

But Mirror twelve was different; it was truly willing to die for the Immortal Sect!

That's why Meng Yu feared him. He waited two years for him to die, to endure repeated humiliations and attacks during the trials, including disillusionment and the like—otherwise, Meng Yu would have fled when Zhao Yuxuan showed him disapproval.

The so-called gathering of Immortal Sect information, the positioning of planets and so on, even a fugitive could do that. Why not freely travel the entire Immortal Sect by train, play uninhibitedly for a year or two, understand the coordinates of various planets, and then begin the grand plan of making a fortune?

Yet, he waited two years and still had not awaited the dismantling of Mirror twelve. Even now, he had to be vigilant, wary of this existence's sudden appearance.

Mirror twelve was truly daring enough to suppress its cultivation to First Grade and descend to battle Meng Yu.

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Mirror twelve...

As Meng Yu muttered this name, its radiance made him feel a sting.

This was a true Nation-Protecting Artifact!

Would you just hurry up and die!

Ten days later, on Huang Yingxing.

Lawyer Cheng finished a day's work but realized it was already dim outside.

He stretched his numbing waist, told people to clock out on the phone, and then stood in front of the glass, gazing at the world outside.

Having struggled up from a poor boy to his current position, he had experienced too many twists and turns. Now his family life was fulfilling…

His eyes suddenly narrowed and then he saw a figure standing shoulder to shoulder with him.

"Let's talk."

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The other party smiled and posed a question.

"Having worked in the Bureau of Legal Affairs and the Relief Agency, can you tell me if there are any charitable organizations in Huang Yingxing that genuinely do good deeds? Answer correctly and there's a reward; spout nonsense and your whole family dies."

The person laughed, and an alchemical elixir flew into Lawyer Cheng's hands.

An alchemical elixir was something commonly used in the Qi Refinement Realm; in this minor world, it was probably worth a set of downtown houses, and Lawyer Cheng realized immediately that he had encountered a big shot.

The other party stood levitating, exuding an extraordinary demeanor.

"I want to do good deeds and won't implicate you. By the way, I'd like to ask some little questions, like if I do good deeds and want to remain anonymous, but also want to be known, even want everyone to know, yet don't want to be found out, how should I go about it in the best way?"

At this time, the people from Star Industrial were still on tenterhooks, preparing to face Meng Yu's attack.

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Seven days later.

Flying Phoenix Orphanage.

Auntie Su, robust and feisty, with a face as fearsome as a large barrel, could scare off many donors with her fierce expression, so she was pretending to scold Little Flower Bear, the troublemaker who not only refused to eat cilantro but also encouraged other children to join the boycott, especially in not doing their homework properly!

Little Flower Bear let out a cry as if the sky was falling, the seven-year-old with tears streaming down her face in the office, munching on Auntie Su's cookies as if to say, "I'm giving you face, pretending to cry this badly, so don't be angry anymore, I know I was wrong, they all think I got beaten."

"By the way, what's happening over at Aunt Qin's side, did anyone come to donate?"

Aunt Qin wasn't ugly, on the contrary, she was a dignified and gentle-looking young matron who was welcoming a donor with a beaming smile, the person even carrying two large boxes.

"Aunt Qin, please spend this money as soon as possible, on things like building houses, buying food, or even helping the children with surgeries, anything is fine; I want to accumulate some merit."

The box opened, revealing a full load of cash.

"This much?"

Aunt Qin frowned, slightly troubled.

"As soon as possible?"

Having grown up in the community, Aunt Qin had seen all sorts of people, including some who did plenty of evil yet occasionally came to do good deeds. Those people never did bank transfers, only gave cash.

But this time, wasn't it too much?

Was there a hidden catch?

However, looking at the currency, it was all old notes.

"Anyway, I should spend it quickly, I'm not in good health."

The visitor pretended to cough a few times, and Aunt Qin also pretended to understand the situation.

"Thank you, thank you very much."

Auntie Chen nodded, took out a relatively new bill from the old notes, drew a symbol on it, and tore it in half.

"I'll spend this money as soon as I can and leave you a ledger to check. Of course, if one day someone comes with this bill..."

If one day someone showed up with this bill, she would provide any help she could.

"Are there any particular children who need special attention?"

"Well, Little Flower Bear is not bad, try to get her to study more when you have time, keep a close eye on her."

Meng Yu replied, deciding not to reveal the letter he wasn't planning to bring out. He wasn't monstrous enough to buy her a lot of extracurricular books.

That wouldn't be right, but he supported Aunt Qin in scaring Little Flower Bear, that rascal of a child.

At only six years old, to have written a letter to Meng Yu, what would she become when she grew up? He didn't even dare to think about it!