One Trait Draw Per Year Even Simulations Count

[“BOOM!!!”]

[As usual, it started with a thunderous kick.]

[You sent the Blood Iron Sect’s ornately decorated, gold-plated mountain gate flying with a single kick.]

[A squad of bull-headed men stationed at the gate had been napping in the shade of a tree. Your kick’s commotion jolted them all awake.]

[They were all at the Innate Martial Artist realm and couldn’t sense your cultivation level.]

[But seeing you were human, just like with that All-Knowing fellow, they instinctively looked down on you.]

[“Where’d this trash come from, daring to tear down our Blood Iron Sect’s gate?! Tired of living, are you?!”]

[“Captain! Why waste words on him? A mere human dares to come pick a fight? I’ll chop him up right now and add him to our dinner menu!”]

[A bull-headed man in black armor brandished a massive axe and swung it toward you.]

[You stood motionless. As the axe drew near, you suddenly flicked your hand. A bone blade extended from your palm like a sharp weapon, cleaving the axe cleanly in two.] [Before the bull-headed man could react, you kicked out, sending him flying from the front gate of the Blood Iron Sect straight through to the back gate, punching a tunnel through the entire mountain’s belly.]

[The gate captain looked at the long hole through the mountain, visible from one side to the other, then back at you, puffing out his chest.]

[“Fine, kid! Got some skills! Don’t blame us for ganging up on you then! All of you, get him!”]

[The others hesitated.]

[“C-Captain? Us? What about you?”]

[The captain had already taken off running, tossing a line over his shoulder.]

[“I’m going to summon the inner sect experts!”]

[You took a single step and stomped hard. The Seven Divine Starry Steps sent a shockwave through the air, striking the fleeing captain and knocking him flat.]

[“No need to rush summoning them. Today, you’ll all be dealt with, one after the other!”]

[With every step you took, several bull-headed men were sent crashing to the ground.]

[As you passed by them, the Heavenly Dragon Blade strapped to your back flashed—blood sealed, throats cut, clean and efficient.]

[You started your slaughter from the mountain gate halfway up the peak.]

[Five steps, one blade. Ten steps, one slash.]

[Where you passed, trees fell, and blood flowed like a river.]

[Bull heads rolled, tumbling from the mountain to the foot, corpses scattered everywhere.]

[Down in the town at the base of the mountain, some bold folks who heard the commotion actually came to watch.]

[At first, they thought you might just be all talk and had even placed bets on it.]

[But seeing the sight of rolling bull heads, they were utterly stunned.]

[“On our Blazing Star, there’s really someone who dares to stand up to the alien races like this? Going straight for the tiger’s den!”]

[“How many has he killed? Bull heads are rolling all the way to the foot of the mountain!”]

[“Quick! Go tell the folks in town! We might be witnessing history today! This tyrannical, extortionist Blood Iron Sect might actually be finished!”]

[More and more people gathered on the mountain.]

[But they only dared to watch from a distance, not daring to get too close.]

[After all, you were cultivators far beyond their league, and even the shockwaves from the battle could be deadly to them.]

[As you climbed step by step toward the summit, the crowd of commoners behind you slowly crept higher up the mountain as well.]

[Watching the Blood Iron Sect’s destroyed buildings, the dismantled Mountain-Protecting Grand Formation, and its disciples cut down in pieces.]

[They only dared to cheer inwardly—savoring the satisfaction, the release—but didn’t dare make a sound.]

[Over the years, this wasn’t the first time someone had resisted.]

[But human cultivators were suppressed, generally too weak and too few in number. All those rebellions had failed.]

[Every time a human cultivator’s rebellion failed, not only did those cultivators die, but the surrounding commoners were also slaughtered en masse.]

[These people didn’t know if you would succeed today or if this would be another failed revolt.]

[All they could do was watch and wait.]

[However, as they saw the commotion of your battle drawing closer and closer to the peak, the commoners couldn’t help exchanging glances.]

[“This is the first time anyone’s made it to the top of the mountain!”]

[“Has anyone counted how many bull heads there are? The Blood Iron Sect only has about a thousand members total. Already, several hundred are dead!”]

[“Even if this time doesn’t succeed, the Blood Iron Sect has been crippled and severely weakened!”]

[By now, you had reached the mountaintop, standing in the Blood Iron Sect’s main plaza.]

[Ahead of you lay the sect’s grand hall.]

[Behind you, the bodies of Blood Iron Sect disciples lay strewn across the ground.]

[Before you, a group of alien race cultivators at the Qi Transformation and Core Formation realms took a step back for every step you took forward.]

[“Stop! Don’t come any closer!”]

[You let out a scornful laugh.]

[“A nobody extra like you dares to order me around?”]

[You pointed a finger. The Shattering Star Ripple Finger pierced through his skull, and he dropped dead on the spot.]

[“Human! Don’t get cocky! You’re just in the Core Formation realm. When our Sect Master arrives, you’re as good as dead!”]

[The corner of your mouth curled upward in disdain.]

[“Tell him to hurry up. I’m on a tight schedule.”]

[You slapped out. The Cloud-Scorching Hand pressed the speaker flat, turning him into a medium-rare steak.]

[With your numerous trait tags all maxed out, you were practically walking through an empty room in the Blood Iron Sect.]

[You could kill whoever you wanted, however you wanted.]

[The stupid bull-headed men knew absolutely nothing about formations. All the formations on the mountain had been outsourced, and they had no idea how to maintain or strengthen them themselves.]

[Spiritual Treasures, divine marks, talismans, puppets—they only knew how to use them roughly.]

[Their talent was thick skin and tough flesh—a race suited for hand-to-hand combat.]

[Hand-to-hand?]

[You wanted to go hand-to-hand with them?]

[If they had pulled some strange tricks, they might have actually given you some trouble.]

[But competing in raw physicality and strength? They’d just kicked a steel plate.]

[“Who the hell are you?! What did our Blood Iron Sect do to deserve such a massacre? Don’t you know we’re under the Qiufeng Sect?!”]

[You answered this one’s question because it was necessary.]

[“I’m the Sixth Elder of the Firewood Sect! Now do you know what you did to deserve this? Also, once I wipe you out, the Firewood Sect will naturally become the Qiufeng Sect’s subordinate. Got it?”]

[The Qiufeng Sect was the top-tier sect on Blazing Star, second only to the Three Major Sects.]

[Under this planet’s system, the Firewood Sect couldn’t remain completely independent.]

[So vassalage was inevitable.]

[However, a major sect like Qiufeng Sect had vast territories, so their local management wouldn’t be overly strict or intrusive. At the very least, they wouldn’t do anything as outrageous as the Blood Iron Sect’s habit of raiding wherever they found wealth.]

[“Arrogant nonsense! If a mere Core Formation Four-Turn weakling like you can destroy my Blood Iron Sect, I’ll eat this entire hall!”]

[A sharp roar came from the sky.]

[You saw a figure plummet down like a meteor.]

[This newcomer was also from the bull-headed tribe, tall and muscular, with three horns on his head. The middle one was shaped like a lightning bolt.]

[This was none other than Niu Sanjiao, the Blood Iron Sect Master.]

[Judging by his appearance, you suspected he might be some kind of mutant, or perhaps he had cultivated some technique that altered his body.]