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

Two months later.

Meng Yu's body flashed, arriving at a certain minor world.

Qingye Small World.

Being incinerated into ash and flushed into the toilet was impossible, regardless of the circumstances.

Once he learned of his ability to travel between worlds, he began to prepare for everything.

That even included putting on the Binding Ring to see if he could travel without True Qi within a Protective Array.

So, when he was asked to go on continuous business trips, he didn't resist much. In everyone's eyes, he was bogged down by time-wasting tasks. But no one knew that Meng Yu had stored the coordinates of various minor worlds in the Hundredfold Strength feature.

You ask me to go on a business trip; I prepare to make a getaway.

You send me on a business trip; I even visit other minor worlds in the middle of it to leave behind more coordinates.

The quickest way to wealth was plunder!

Although Qingye Small World was only a First Grade world, it was well-known for producing rare minerals such as Purple Sand Copper and Ash Immortal Silver. Thus, Star Industrial had set up an industrial base here.

The environment of Qingye Small World was harsh, so not many ordinary people lived there—mostly just the company miners.

About three hundred thousand people worked on this planet, braving the impacts of hurricanes and cold winds. Of course, that included the thousands of Qi Refinement Practitioners who were the backbone of various positions, organized production, and the now operational Star No. 5 large smelting plant, which was a major focus of Qingye Small World's construction.

Due to the influence of the Black Sun and the Red Moon, as soon as a civilization exceeded certain limits, it was prone to crises such as AI danger and robotic rebellions. But here's the paradox: weapons of a certain level of technology must be manufactured with more advanced techniques and on a larger scale.

The Star No. 5 workshop produced a small part of space cruisers which then would be transported by a Space Flyer that came every three years. But before that, since they were only parts—Transformers' spark could cause machinery to change forms, but here we only manufacture car beams. Final assembly is carried out near Supreme Star and surrounding areas, isn't that sufficient?

Outside, cold winds howled as a visiting group looked at the enormous beams in the workshop.

"Thank you all for coming. We're always short-staffed here."

A group of new workers stood in the factory, listening to a Qi Refinement Practitioner talk about the hardships of starting up, the setbacks they encountered, and the bright future ahead.

"In this wilderness, there are always some wild beasts that come to attack us, and furthermore, some of the workers here are restless. Ah, we offer good food and accommodation, along with various other supplies. Life is much better here; why can't they be content?"

The Qi Refinement Practitioner sighed. Inside Qingye Small World, many criminal Qi Refinement Practitioners were sentenced to serve here. Those with only First or Second Layer cultivation, lacking any particular skills, ended up here, unlike Old Liefire and others.

The Immortal Sect did not treat them badly: providing three meals a day, with each person having their own living quarters. However, once the Immortal Sect had Golden Core and Nascent Soul practitioners, breaking the limits of life and death, countless people dreamed that they could do it too.

No matter how well they worked here, it was a waste of a life. If they could go outside and cultivate properly, they might have a slim chance of reaching Foundation Establishment, becoming Golden Core…

"Speaking of which, Meng Yu once carried out a mission here. We often tell those people to learn from Meng Yu, to reform diligently. Someday the clouds will part, and the moon will shine through, allowing them to become useful members of society. Don't ask what the Immortal Sect has given you; ask what you have done for the Immortal Sect. Look at Meng Yu, who reformed properly and worked hard. You all can do it too...and then, sigh."

The factory manager sighed once, then sighed again.

"Has Meng Yu still not been found?"

A student asked.

"No, he disappeared mysteriously like that; no news of him. Now the spearhead of public opinion is pointing directly at Enforcement Hall, questioning how they treat the heroes of the Immortal Sect."

Although Qingye Small World is hundreds of light years away from Supreme Star, through various Star Gates and signal towers, it can still receive various pieces of information after some delay.

The incident turned out to be bigger than many people had anticipated; after all, man bites dog isn't news anymore. But if someone roasted a highly meritorious guide dog, that's real big news.

A young man worked diligently, went on dozens of business trips in a year and a half, traveling to all corners of the world, taking on all sorts of tasks, especially the dangerous ones, without hesitation. Now, well, that person has laid the cards on the table and so please tell me, is it still worth it to risk our lives for you?

If such a loyal 'dog' could be boiled into stew, or rather, burned to ash and flushed down the toilet, should we not lie down in protest?

"I hope he's okay."

"Right, did you hear that one piece of news?"

"What news?"

"Before Meng Yu was arrested, someone asked him why he didn't go to the relevant authorities to file a complaint when he was being persecuted by his uncle and others, to seek their help in resolving the issue?"

"Meng Yu said he did go to them, they were enthusiastic and tried to mediate, but for various reasons, they could only go so far, so later he decided to take matters into his own hands."

"Hmm, what's wrong, is there a problem?"

"Far from it. According to the reporter's investigation, Meng Yu called the police twelve times, including asking for community mediation and so on, but the Meng Family knew how to use all kinds of means and had connections, so those mediations were just for show, and actually put even more pressure on him."

"Ah?"

"Simply put, on one side was an orphaned poor boy, on the other, a well-established local bully. Those officials just dealt with it perfunctorily and superficially. Meng Yu even sought help from the research institute where his parents worked, they issued documents, and then this side continued as usual... as you all know, it was a painless process that just went through the motions. Even the mediators would turn around and go for drinks and chats with Meng Yu's uncle, each more affectionate than the last."

Often, you can cover the lid, but when a volcano erupts, you can't cover the lid forever.

The stench inside gets even fouler!

Now, all sorts of rumors are flying everywhere.

...

Dressed in workers' clothes, Meng Yu headed towards the Teleportation Array.

This is one of the most heavily guarded places on the planet.

The Cold Wind blew over, covering the land in a blanket of whiteness, and Meng Yu thought back to the moment he had inhabited Meng Yu's body.

A young boy, curled up on the ground, had committed suicide by poison, blood pouring from his seven orifices.

On the table, he left a letter, accusing the Meng Family of harming him, attacking him from all sides, threatening him, trying to get that Third-Grade Marrow-Cleansing Pill.

He had struggled, but the indifference and procedural nature of the bureaucratic institutions, the mere issuance of official documents by his parents' workplace, and various pressures, had driven the fifteen-year-old boy to suicide. Your next read is at empire

At least in death, the Meng Family couldn't get his Third-Grade Marrow-Cleansing Pill, and he could use his death to protest everything he had suffered.

Others might think he was foolish, but he really did fight back.

Meng Yu just sat there, bleeding from every orifice, read the young boy's last words, and then burned them.

The flames slowly consumed all of Meng Yu's illusions about the Immortal Sect.

The boy had done all he could, the only thing he hadn't done was commit a crime.

After cleaning his face, tidying up the room, deleting the scheduled emails in his electronic inbox, and wiping away the injustice written in blood on the walls.

The previous soul hadn't sought out Little Swallow or Teacher Chen because he didn't want the softest parts of his heart to be implicated, but at the moment of taking the poison, he had no feelings for the Immortal Sect.

He owed nothing to the Immortal Sect!

That moment, Meng Yu looked at himself in the mirror, bleeding from his facial orifices, and smiled.

I thought I was dead, but I was resurrected in your body.

Thank you, rest well on your journey.

Then, Meng Yu took over the mess, and then, Meng Yu committed murder and was imprisoned.

"Hey, the forbidden territory is up ahead, stop!"

Someone shouted loudly, and at that moment, snowflakes began to fall, icy and piercing to the bone.

The Immortal Sect stands supreme, immortals live high above the clouds!

Three hundred sixty days a year, faced with harsh winds and frosty blades.

"Kill!"

Meng Yu, wearing a mask, faced the wind!