Primordial Sacred Land, Yanhuang Peak.
Xia Ping had already turned this mountain peak into his own cave abode. The entire peak was covered in powerful restrictive formations; move a single hair and the whole body would be stirred. No one could approach easily.
Now, he was the only one on the entire mountain. There were no other servants, only some intelligent cleaning robots responsible for keeping Yanhuang Peak spotless from top to bottom.
That suited him just fine; peace and quiet were a pleasure.
Beep beep.
At that moment, the system's voice sounded. "Congratulations, Host. You have enraged a large number of disciples from the Primordial Sacred Land and the Dark Hall, generating immense hatred. This time, you have obtained thirty Hate Crystals."
"Thirty Hate Crystals?!"
Xia Ping was delighted upon hearing this. He had set up this scheme not merely to obtain a large number of points, but also to acquire plenty of Hate Crystals.
And sure enough, he had obtained Hate Crystals this time.
Although thirty Hate Crystals seemed few, nowhere near as many as the previous times, added to the nine hundred and seventy Hate Crystals he had obtained before, he now possessed a total of one thousand Hate Crystals.
This had already reached the threshold for the system to issue a gift package.
Sure enough, no sooner had he obtained the thirty Hate Crystals than the system's voice rang out again. "Congratulations, Host. Your Hate Crystals have reached one thousand. You may receive one gift package from the system."
The next second, the void split open, and a black-and-white book dropped directly into Xia Ping's hands.
"This!"
Xia Ping reflexively caught the book. An enormous stream of information immediately surged into the depths of his sea of consciousness, and he instantly understood the book's name: the