"System, how many Hate Points have I gained recently?" Xia Ping asked immediately.
The system replied, "Congratulations, Host. You've gained one hundred thousand Hate Points recently, bringing your total to nine hundred and fifty thousand. You're only fifty thousand short of reaching one million. Keep up the good work."
One hundred thousand Hate Points?
Xia Ping's eyes flickered. He had ordered Feng Hetang to establish the Pingtian Sect and used plenty of tactics to provoke a lot of students, but none of them were angry enough to want him dead. They merely hated him.
Getting one hundred thousand Hate Points was already pretty good. He'd only earned that much thanks to the sheer number of people involved.
"I'm only fifty thousand Hate Points short of one million. I wonder what the System Gift Pack is, exactly."
Xia Ping was looking forward to it. He also felt that one million Hate Points wasn't very far off. A little more effort should be enough to reach it. It wasn't some impossible hurdle.
Beep, beep.
Suddenly, Xia Ping's Smart Watch rang. Two or three requests to contact him came through at once, from Chu Rong, Jiang Yaru, and Nangong Wu.
With a pop, the three women's virtual projections appeared in midair.
"What's up?" Xia Ping asked curiously. He knew the three of them had been spurred on by him and had recently been working hard in seclusion, diligently cultivating.
Jiang Yaru said solemnly, "You probably know that I joined a martial arts organization called Moon Cold Palace. A few days ago, the Moon Cold Palace held a gathering at Yanhuang University, and Chu Rong and I attended."
"By chance, one of the Moon Cold Palace's King-level experts wanted to take me as her disciple. So I'll be training with my master from now