My Whole Class Isekai'd to a Xianxia? Good Thing I Can Do Mind-reading-Chapter 173: I Shall Refine The Heavens
The man who had tried to catch Mao Shun clicked his tongue in frustration. "If you’d rather kill yourself by jumping into the Death Plains, so be it. I’ll take your protector’s head as proof of your death."
Though the man could fly using his weapon and chase after Mao Shun, he wasn’t foolish enough to do so. This was the Death Plains, after all—a place so dangerous that even someone at the Return to Void realm wouldn’t dare venture into it lightly.
To him, Mao Shun, a mere mortal, jumping into the Death Plains was no different from committing suicide.
As the man left, Mao Shun continued to fall toward the plains. Along the rocky cliff face, there were a few tree branches sticking out.
Desperately, he tried to grab onto one, but he wasn’t strong enough to hold on. Still, each time he managed to catch a branch, even briefly, it slowed his fall.
Bang!
He finally hit the ground. The impact felt like it had broken some of his bones, but he somehow managed to stay conscious.
Mao Shun felt something warm rise in his throat before he coughed up blood. The blood spilled onto his hand and a hammer lying in front of him.
But Mao Shun didn’t have time to notice this. A few meters away, a demon beast was staring straight at him.
It was a massive lion, its fur pitch black and its eyes a deep, blood-red.
’Am I going to die?’ Mao Shun thought, his heart pounding.
Mao Shun didn’t notice it, but deep in the lion’s eyes, there was fear.
The demon beasts of the Death Plains were known for their fearlessness and ferocity. They lived in a harsh environment where they fought daily, and only the strongest, most cunning, or most adaptable survived.
Yet, here was one of those demon beasts, trembling as it stared at Mao Shun. Stay updated with novelbuddy
No—it wasn’t really looking at Mao Shun. Its gaze was fixed on the hammer lying in front of him.
To a cultivator from Earth, the hammer would seem ordinary. It was old, rusty, and looked like it had been used by blacksmiths long ago. Now, it appeared useless.
The only thing unusual about it was its size—it was about four times larger than a typical blacksmith’s hammer. But who would use such a rusty, plain-looking hammer to forge weapons?
There was even a strange symbol carved into the hammer’s handle. The word ’Suppression’ could barely be made out, faint but visible.
But to a demon beast that survived by relying on its instincts, the hammer felt anything but ordinary. Its instincts screamed that the hammer was dangerous.
An ominous aura radiated from it, freezing the lion in place for a brief moment. Then, after half a second, the lion turned and fled.
"The Heavens are my fuel, the Earth my materials," a powerful voice echoed in Mao Shun’s mind.
Clang!
Clang!
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Clang!
The sound of hammering grew louder and louder, ringing in his ears.
’What is this?’ Mao Shun thought, confused.
"I SHALL REFINE THE HEAVENS!"
With those words, the hammer exploded in a blinding light.
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In a lavish chamber at the heart of the Mao Empire, a man with short blonde hair and striking features sat upon a grand throne.
Beside the man, two enchanting women in revealing outfits clung to him, whispering seductive words in his ear as they pampered him.
He occasionally let out a faint smile, but for the most part, his expression remained cold and unreadable.
Then, a figure emerged from the shadows, stepping out from behind one of the room’s towering pillars. He dropped to one knee and addressed the man on the throne.
"Your Majesty, a cultivator arrived today with Qi Fu’s head. He claimed your nephew jumped into the Death Plains and is most likely dead. Should we reward him?"
A low, amused chuckle escaped the emperor’s lips.
"Reward him? He failed to bring my nephew’s head and had the audacity to declare his death without proof." His voice turned sharp. "Kill him. Announce his crime—attempting to deceive the emperor."
The kneeling man didn’t flinch.
"Yes, Your Majesty," he replied calmly before vanishing into the shadows once more.
After the man left, the emperor, Mao Hu, said. "Send people to the Death Plains to look for my nephew’s body. If they don’t find it, so be it, but if you find it, bring it to me."
He didn’t seem to be talking to anyone in particular, but another voice, different from the first that came out of the pillar, replied. "Yes, Your Majesty."
’Whether he’s alive or not… does it even matter?’ Mao Hu smirked. ’I am destined for greatness. The Mao Empire is just a stepping stone. Haha!’
He had never taken his late brother or nephew seriously. Even if the boy turned out to be a cultivation genius, so what? Mao Hu’s path was already set—one far beyond their reach.
His confidence came from a simple truth.
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To the world, Mao Hu was nothing but a disgrace, trash with no hope of achieving immortality. His younger brother, the one he had killed, was the true genius of the family.
Despite being the eldest, Mao Hu was denied the crown. The gap in cultivation between him and his brother was so vast that their father had no choice but to pass the throne to the stronger son.
He had raged at the injustice, believing that what was rightfully his had been stolen.
Yet, he failed to see the truth—if the throne had been his, with his weak cultivation, he would have been unable to rule. His father had made the decision for his own good. But Mao Hu never saw it that way.
Then, two decades ago, everything changed.
He awakened the Harem Cultivation System.
As long as he mated with a woman, his cultivation would grow endlessly. The stronger the woman, the greater the power he received in return.
