The Meeting of the Five Kings, held only once every century... was unexpectedly brief.
The entire meeting lasted barely four hours.
"Is it always this fast? I remember the Demon King meetings used to last for several days," Liyana whispered to Mida.
During the meeting, Liyana had stood motionless to the side like a statue, not causing any trouble. Mida was quite satisfied with this and decided to answer Liyana's question.
Liyana had indeed listened very attentively, learning many things that outsiders could never access... all of which would become her bragging material in taverns in the future.
"In past meetings... we didn't just have discussions," Mida replied. "After a short meeting, there would be a lot of food to eat, and people performing entertainment."
Liyana understood. When the other Demon Kings hosted such a grand meeting, they would certainly go all out... The meetings were interspersed with lavish banquets, and amidst the clinking of glasses, time naturally stretched on.
But Mida's snowfield had nothing. Aside from howling freezing winds and eternal snow, it was practically barren. Furthermore, the population was sparse and resources were scarce. There was nothing to entertain these guests with, so she simply didn't bother.
If it hadn't been for Aina's help, the esteemed Demon Kings would likely still be condescending to sit on the shabby snow platforms Mida had casually piled up with ice and snow.
"This one ended really fast." Helug stood up from his throne and stretched. "Why don't we just do it like this from now on? Comparing our wealth is meaningless anyway."
"Is that so? I think it was fine as it was." Nakaen's gaze was calm.
The Sea Race was rich in resources, with countless treasures and delicacies hidden beneath the deep sea... Every time there was a meeting, Nakaen always had the most face.
"I also agree with Helug's suggestion," Hardwick said, stroking his thick, black, root-like beard.
"Indeed, there is no need for such extravagance." Olides nodded in agreement.
Mida's small mouth pursed imperceptibly, and her gaze dimmed slightly.
She had always been quite happy to feast to her heart's content every time.
Now she wouldn't be able to freeload anymore.
But naturally, Mida wouldn't say such a thing out loud.
"I still have some matters to attend to, so I'll be taking my leave." Hardwick's voice still echoed in the snowstorm as his body, composed of dead wood and shadows, suddenly disintegrated, turning into a streak of black light that swiftly departed and disappeared into the horizon. No one stopped him.
Hardwick's departure was like igniting some invisible fuse. The dormant power in the air began to stir and clash.
Next, it was time to fulfill the tradition. After all, it was rare for the Demon Kings to gather together.
"Olides, let me see if you've made any progress over the years." Helug slowly stood up, grinning as he cracked his knuckles.
"Hmph, you think I can't handle you?"
Having been beaten up by Xia Lun and Aina earlier, Olides was still holding in a breath of frustration.
But if it was sparring with an old rival, Olides regained his confidence. He had long been pondering how to deal with this guy.
Olides spread his wings and transformed into a streak of light, flying toward the snowfield below the sacred peak. Helug leaped high into the air, following closely behind like a meteor.
Two figures representing pure physical strength drew long trails in the sky above the vast snowfield.
"Miss Mida, shall we?" Nakaen also looked at Mida, clearly eager to try. Between his slender fingers, a crystal-clear stream of water coiled and slithered like a living creature, exuding the profound power of the ocean.
But Mida shook her head. "Wait a moment."
"Hmm?" Nakaen paused in surprise.
Mida scurried her little legs and ran toward the wooden cabin, but she came out not long after and said to Nakaen, "Mother agreed. Let's fight."
Nakaen found it somewhat amusing. Mida was already a Demon King, yet she still had to ask for her mother's permission to spar with someone.
Wait... she still has a mother? What is her identity?
But Nakaen could not afford to overthink things right now, as the temperature between heaven and earth suddenly plummeted!
Mida's petite figure was instantly swallowed by a piercing ice-blue light. The light rapidly expanded and took shape. In the blink of an eye, an overwhelmingly massive Frost Dragon stood proudly at the peak of the sacred mountain.
Without the slightest bit of probing, after transforming into the Frost Dragon, Mida unleashed a blast of extreme freezing breath that enveloped Nakaen.
"It is not good for young people to be so impetuous." Nakaen shook his head. Invisible water currents condensed in front of him into a water shield swirling like a deep-sea vortex, easily neutralizing Mida's breath.
Mida's attack was far from over!
A massive dragon claw swiped across, and the brute physical force viciously slapped Nakaen, shield and all, sending him flying. He fell straight from the sacred peak and was smashed into the snowfield below.
On the distant snowfield, a giant snow mist over a hundred meters high, mixed with shattered ice and permafrost, exploded outward. Large swathes of snow were sent flying, revealing the dark frozen earth beneath.
Mida knew that the water shield had deflected the vast majority of the impact, and Nakaen had not suffered any injuries.
Flapping her wings, Mida pursued him.
"Oh! Mo Lini, come quick, they're fighting, they're fighting!" Liyana excitedly pulled Mo Lini, rushing to the very edge of the sacred peak's cliff.
On one side were two continuously flashing and colliding streaks of light, moving so fast that their figures were completely invisible. Every time they clashed, a heaven-shaking boom erupted, and visible shockwaves blasted outward like tangible rings, leaving massive craters in the surrounding snowfield.
On the other side was Mida, in her dragon form, fighting against invisible waves. Mida spewed soul-freezing breath, condensing giant ice spears, ice walls, and even elemental colossi made of ice, launching an endless barrage of attacks downward.
"A battle of this caliber isn't something ordinary people ever get to see," Liyana said excitedly to Mo Lini. "This is a true battle of Demon Kings! A grand spectacle worthy of being recorded in epics!"
"Is that so?" Mo Lini didn't look nearly as excited as Liyana. "They don't seem to be as strong as Xia Lun and Aina, right?"
"You just don't understand, do you?" Liyana wagged a finger. "Only a battle between evenly matched experts is truly entertaining to watch!"
That seemed to make sense.
If it had been Xia Lun or Aina taking action, there would be no suspense; the battle would basically be over in a single swish.
Wait... is fighting supposed to be about looking good? Mo Lini felt like she was being led astray by Liyana.
Mo Lini looked into the distance, where fierce battles raged on both fronts. Olides and Helug were engaged in close-quarters combat, while Mida and Nakaen relied more on various magic and spells.
Hmm... it did look quite spectacular.
It would be even better if she had something to eat right now.
transmigrates into the world as the sect master of the Heavenly Yan Sect, which is on the verge of being wiped out. He binds a system that grants him cultivation power based on the number of disciples he has: for each disciple, he automatically gains a year's worth of cultivation every single day! Take one disciple: every day he gains 1 year of cultivation power. While others struggle through a year of bitter training, he gets the same just by sleeping through a single night. Take ten disciples: every day he gains 10 years of cultivation power. Foundation Establishment, Core Formation, Nascent Soul—he breezes through all bottlenecks without lifting a finger. Take one hundred disciples: every day he gains 100 years of cultivation power. Even a Soul Transformation Venerable before him can’t survive a single blow. Take ten thousand disciples: every day he gains 10,000 years of cultivation power! With a wave of his hand, he topples empires. With a single step, he crushes the sacred grounds of the universe. ... While others fight tooth and nail for secret techniques, Lin Yan casually hands out Nascent Soul-level cultivation manuals as beginner textbooks. While others strain to find talented recruits, Lin Yan opens his doors to anyone—so long as they’re human. In just three short years, the Heavenly Yan Sect went from a backwater sect made up of three crumbling huts to a sacred land that every cultivator under heaven would kill to enter. ... One day, otherworldly demon gods invade, with a million demon soldiers pressing down upon the realm. Lin Yan, yawning, rises from his lounge chair and glances at the system panel: [Current Disciples: 1.28 million] [Daily Cultivation Increase: 1.28 million years] He waves his hand casually, and the countless demon soldiers are reduced to ashes in an instant. “So noisy… interrupting my fishing.”
ive and Ruthless] Before his transmigration, Ye Xuan was playing a game called "Severing Emotions to Attain the Dao." The game's core wasn't about leveling up by fighting monsters, but about conquering various "bad women" with wicked personalities and cold, fickle natures. There was only one method to conquer them: stay unwaveringly by their side, then die at a critical moment, driving them to madness after losing the protagonist. The higher their level of regret, the higher the player's score. To dominate the server, Ye Xuan conquered all the bad women. In the early stages, he showered them with boundless tenderness, only to choose to sacrifice himself for them later, making them weep bitterly and drown in regret. Among them were: Xia Lengyue, the unfaithful immortal wife who chased after powerful men and discarded her husband like trash. Ye Qingcheng, the Demonic Venerable of the Joyous Union Sect, who appeared pure and innocent but was, in reality, promiscuous. Wu Lingxiao, the Empress of the Great Xia Dynasty, who lusted after men and loved maintaining a harem. Bai Qiangu of the Endless Demonic Sect: a bloodthirsty mass murderer. However, when the protagonist transmigrated into the game world, he made a horrifying discovery. Eight hundred years had already passed. The bad women he had conquered had now each become deities and revered ancestors. Faced with the endless stream of toxic women coming for him, Ye Xuan could only rely on his god-tier acting skills to carve a path of survival through this world of treacherous women.
e school belle recognized by the whole school, a genius girl from the kendo club. She also has a hidden identity, the youngest legendary demon hunter. Chen Shuo just transmigrated and found himself turned into a weak, helpless little vampire. He was caught by Su Xiyen and taken home at the very beginning. Since then, Chen Shuo's life creed only had two items. "First, classmate Su Xiyen is always right." "Second, if classmate Su Xiyen is wrong, please refer back to item one." Many years later, Chen Shuo, who had turned back into a human, led a pair of twins to appear in front of all the vampires to share the secret of how he turned back into a human. "It's simple, I tricked a female demon hunter into becoming my wife!"
lanned to earn money steadily and take life at a slower pace. But he never expected... his father's remarriage, and the stepmother bringing along a dependent, would completely disrupt his life's plans...
