Quick Transmigration Hoarding: My Selfishness Leads to a Killing Frenzy

She didn't go to the Heavenly Sword Sect; she came to the Myriad Array Sect.

I fought with the Tribulation Transcending Ancestor of the Myriad Arrays Sect, took a few array plates from him, and incidentally stole his storage bag.

Then she headed towards the Heavenly Sword Sect, and smiled as she looked at it.

It's not that she had any deep feelings for the original owner's family, but there are some things you have to do.

She doesn't believe in cause and effect, but some causes and effects require blood to be repaid.

She wants to bloom red poppies in this dirty soil.

He deliberately went to the Wanzhen Sect and stole several level-seven trapping formations, intending to ensure that no one from the Tianjian Sect would survive.

A gentle breeze blew by, carrying the aura of swords; each strike took away countless wronged souls.

She didn't remember what the patriarch of the Heavenly Sword Sect said, but she beheaded him with just three sword strikes.

On the blood-stained ground, gruesome corpses lay scattered on the cold earth. Some of the blood from the bodies had not yet completely dried, slowly seeping into the soil drop by drop.

The disciples cried out in agony, some begging for mercy, others cursing angrily; they were all trapped here with nowhere to escape.

Whether they are innocent or not is unimportant. The original owner's parents were also innocent. Who is not innocent? You killed my whole family, so I will wipe out your entire clan.

She didn't know how many people she had killed; she only knew that no one could escape. He who kills will be killed in return. If she wasn't strong enough, she would die too. It was a cycle.

A thrilling and brutal battle came to a cruel end, leaving tens of thousands of disciples and the sect destroyed.

There were four people she didn't kill: Song Yuwei, Mu Yu, the First Elder, and the Seventh Elder.

She won't kill them; she'll make them suffer a fate worse than death for the rest of their lives.

Storage bags cannot hold living people, but spirit beast bags can. After putting them into the spirit beast bag, he went to loot the corpses.

Damn it, there are too many. Tens of thousands of people were killed, and there are so many storage bags that I can't possibly fill them all.

They destroyed the Heavenly Sword Sect and seized its treasury, library, weapon-refining room, alchemy room, and so on.

She became rich overnight. Don't ask her how many spirit stones she had; I don't know, but she had a lot.

She scanned every corner of the Heavenly Sword Sect with her divine sense, and even stored all the spirit beasts she raised into her spatial storage, as they were all delicious food.

They collected all the valuable tables, chairs, and benches, since they would be useful in other worlds. They even dug up every inch of the ground and plucked all the spiritual vegetables from the ground.

When it's all over, just throw a fire, and we'll take care of everything – killing and burying, no joke.

She stayed at the Heavenly Sword Sect for two days, mainly collecting items, which took a bit of time.

They headed towards the Hehuan Sect again, which was good. Not many people ran away, or perhaps some did, but it wasn't very noticeable.

She set up an array at the Heavenly Sword Sect, so the news hasn't spread yet. The Joyful Union Sect naturally doesn't think she's serious, and perhaps they look down on her. Ha.

The familiar process and routine were followed; the formation was set up again, and no one could escape.

This time, she didn't take direct action. Her voice resounded throughout every part of the Hehuan Sect, and everyone gathered in the square. Even the Tribulation Transcending Ancestor came.

Dressed in red, she sat atop the high platform, her smile both wicked and arrogant. She asked, "Why don't you run away?"

The Transcending Tribulation Ancestor said, "Young friend, what exactly do you want? My Joyful Union Sect has never harmed you."

Qingmo didn't say anything, but with one hand she raised her sword and slashed at him, killing him with three strikes.

"So why don't you run? If he's the one giving you the confidence, then tell me now, why don't you leave?"

She just sat there casually, watching them trembling with fear below. She really didn't understand. She had clearly said that she had given them a chance.

Zhou Ruotong: "Qingmo, we just didn't save them, why are you being so aggressive? You're so high and mighty now, do you even care about ants? Would you care about the death of ants?"

Qingmo still smiled brightly: "You're right, but I don't want to hear it. Now, those who want to leave, step forward."

The Tribulation Transcending Ancestors are all dead, what can they resist? Everyone wants to live, no one wants to die, that's reality.

Qingmo: "But when I told you to leave, you chose to stay, huh?"

Blood mist filled the air, and a stench filled the air. Limbs and severed parts were scattered all over the ground. Every sword strike shattered the body in an instant, and blood and organs splattered everywhere.

Bright red blood kept gushing out, vivid yet eerie.

She had actually considered letting some of her senior brothers and sisters go, but alas, if you don't cut the weeds at the root, they will grow back in the spring breeze, and she hated trouble.

When the ground was covered in wreckage, leaving only a patch of crimson, she stood there, aloof from the world. The world seemed to fall silent, and her red dress stood out starkly.

Gently stroking the still-dripping sword, she didn't know how many people she had killed with it. She didn't want to be a bad person, but she hated being let down.

Don't talk about forgiveness. No one is worth you humiliating yourself to forgive. If you don't want to be let down, then kill him, and he will never let you down again.

She is fickle and unpredictable, neither inherently evil nor inherently good. As long as she believes she is right, she will not be wrong.

Rather than engaging in internal strife, I'd rather send you all the Ten Thousand Soul Banners for a chat.

What a loss! She suddenly discovered that she didn't have the Ten Thousand Souls Banner.

She wanted to forge a sword, the sharpest sword in the world.

If she were to write down her regrets, she would surely slay all the heartless men in the world.

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She did not leave the Hehuan Sect; she still lived in the same courtyard as before. The corpses outside had all turned to ash, except for the ground and walls, which had solidified into a brown color.

It seems like nothing has changed, yet something has changed.

She single-handedly slaughtered her way through two sects, earning her the title of Rakshasa Ghost King. No one dared to come to the Joyful Union Sect because she was there.

She could finally calm down and focus on alchemy and weapon crafting. Although she had collected all the treasures from two sects, no one thought it was too much. She still had a long life ahead of her, so why not stock up on more? She had finally come to the world of cultivation.

It doesn't matter where you spend your time, what's the point of being bored? She has a cell phone, she has novels, and if she gets bored, she can change her appearance, go to another sect, or go to the mortal world.

Gold and silver? Really, she thought she could use 1000 worlds, at least. Gold and silver are worthless in the cultivation world.

My God. Is there really such a good thing? One spirit stone can be exchanged for a pile of gold, so why wouldn't she work hard?

If we've stockpiled enough here, we can stockpile whatever we want in other worlds. Let's not be stingy.

Doraemon's pocket has everything she could want. She doesn't know if others would get bored living for tens of thousands of years; she doesn't think she would.

She locked the male and female protagonists, the First Elder, and the Seventh Elder in one room, and when she had nothing to do, she would slowly torture them, cutting them into pieces without severing the flesh, leaving the flesh attached.

If the flesh doesn't fall off, it will slowly heal, and then you can cut it again. There are hundreds of kinds of torture, why not try them all? Cultivators can't be killed by playing games.

You think that death leads to reincarnation, but she still has the Netherfire, which can burn away their souls, leaving no chance for reincarnation.

She found and killed the evil cultivator who killed the original owner in her previous life. She generally doesn't want to torture those she's not interested in, but sometimes she gets used to it after a while.

When the male and female protagonists' luck dropped to half and they could finally relax, she felt she had already gotten used to it. She continued eating, sleeping, and playing games. Whether she could relax or not didn't matter anymore; she would just let it go.

Time passed slowly, and she felt as if she had worn down many people. Twenty thousand years passed both quickly and slowly.

She spent ten thousand years forging a level nine, upgradable natal spirit sword for herself, the Heartless Sword, which she then refined into her divine soul.

She's already reached the pinnacle in array formations, elixirs, weapon crafting, and talismans. Just think how many of these things she's accumulated over these 20,000 years—you can't possibly count them all.

The space was also set up with formations. 100 acres of planting area were dedicated to growing spiritual herbs, and half of the breeding area was also allocated to raise spiritual beasts. The spiritual beasts would not overpopulate, as they were only there to eat.

2 years have passed. Snacks, milk tea, and modern products have all been eaten up, and novels and television programs have all been watched.

She really should strive to ascend; she can endure loneliness, but she cannot live without spiritual nourishment.

"Ding! Congratulations, host, on completing the mission. We will immediately take you away from this world."

In the blink of an eye, I was back in the system space.

"Ding! The area score for the previous position is 1000, and the remaining points are 1120."

Qingmo couldn't wait to enter the space to cultivate. Her original body was only at the early stage of Foundation Establishment. She took out the Spirit Cleansing Fruit and started eating it. She ate three Spirit Cleansing Fruits.

She has a single fire elemental root, and it's uncertain which elemental root will be removed when the spirit root is cleansed. Anyway, she likes the fire elemental root quite a bit, even though she has the Netherworld Fire.

Having a single spiritual root is so comfortable. Once the foam appears, I'll be at the peak of Foundation Establishment. It's awesome.

"Xiao Wu, let's start the next task."

"Okay, host"

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.