"What is he doing?" Kalinda looked at Mian above the magic array, also realizing that he would be a crucial point.
"That magic array should be a witch's formation... perhaps related to the spirit realm," Wolund replied after pondering for a moment.
"Witches? Could it be a spirit-summoning ritual?" Kalinda was evidently quite knowledgeable and knew a lot about witches.
"It seems a bit different from a spirit-summoning ritual..." Wolund shook his head. "Kalinda, go to the manor right now and find Xia Lun and the others..."
"Xia Lun and Aina? It's so dangerous here, why bring them?" Kalinda was completely confused. In her eyes, even though they were Wolund's elders, Xia Lun and the others were still just students... oh, they had just graduated.
Facing such a dangerous situation, she really didn't think they could be of any help.
"Cough... I'll explain it to you later, just go inform them about this first," Wolund said.
The commotion here was quite loud, so they should have noticed it already.
But they hadn't come over... perhaps because they didn't take the matters here to heart, or they thought he could handle it himself.
Olifendo was Wolund's territory, and it was impossible for them to intervene in everything.
Kalinda hesitated for a moment but ultimately nodded. Her trust in Wolund overwhelmed all her doubts. Her figure turned into a light breeze, instantly vanishing from the spot as she left.
Wolund cast his gaze back inside the magic array.
That astonishing magic power was like a raging torrent, yet it was precisely guided by Enlaisi, continuously pouring into Mian's body. The light of the magic power almost completely swallowed Mian, and his body trembled slightly under the impact of the energy, as if he would collapse at any moment.
"If you do this, his body will soon explode and he will die," Wolund said indifferently. An ordinary person obviously couldn't withstand such a massive amount of magic power.
"What did you say? Speak up, please." Enlaisi pointed to the defensive magic outside. "With this thing blocking, I can't hear you clearly."
This guy... what exactly did he want to do?
Without replying, Wolund only felt a stifling anger in his chest.
"You're probably worried about this kid, aren't you? Don't worry, he won't explode," Enlaisi continued. "His body was subtly modified by me. I used a lot of materials to give him an extremely strong magic resistance... Of course, that's not the point... That guy is not so easily satisfied..."
"That guy?" Wolund's heart sank. He immediately thought of the so-called Hero mentioned by the Twilight Apostle.
"What terms did he give you? To think you would actually help him like this."
"You know me best, Wolund, why don't you take a guess?" Enlaisi replied with a bitter smile.
"He can resurrect your wife?"
"You guessed right."
"Stop dreaming, Enlaisi. The dead cannot be resurrected. Don't you even understand such a simple truth?" Wolund rebuked sharply.
Except for that one... everyone who fell into the abyss to resurrect their loved ones only ended up with an even greater tragedy.
"If that Hero can be resurrected... there's no reason my wife can't be." Enlaisi shook his head. "I believe what he says."
"You're completely insane! That guy is not a hero at all!"
"Of course I know such an obvious thing." Enlaisi sighed, his expression looking especially exhausted. "I have no other choice."
"Are you going to release an evil god of unknown origin just for your wife? Do you know what he will do?" Flames almost burst from Wolund's eyes.
"Wolund..." Enlaisi took out a pipe from his pocket and held it in his mouth. "You still don't know me well enough."
...
"Did something happen in the academy?" Xia Lun squinted as he looked at the pillar of wind rising into the sky in the distance and then slowly dissipating.
"Probably." Aina hugged Xia Lun's arm and replied lazily, "Don't worry about it, Wolund will handle it."
"Hmm..." Xia Lun felt the increasingly dense magic power in the distance and sensed something was wrong. "Is it really okay?"
"Rest assured, Wolund's strength is also very formidable." Aina yawned softly, looking completely unconcerned.
"Is that so?" Since Aina said so, he didn't say anything more.
Aina hugged Xia Lun's waist and fell onto the grass, affectionately rubbing against his shoulder.
"The weather is really nice today," Aina said.
"It is pretty good." Xia Lun nodded in agreement.
The feeling of lying on the grass... really wasn't as good as lying in bed. The grass behind him was prickly and uncomfortably scratchy.
The sun shone warmly, and in front of them was a picturesque lake. The years were peaceful and quiet.
Aina's small hand reached under Xia Lun's clothes, her cold fingertips touching his skin.
"What are you trying to do?" Xia Lun immediately became alert.
"Come on, I know you definitely won't agree." Aina pouted. "It's nothing, just let me touch for a bit."
"Oh..."
After making sure Aina didn't have any other little tricks, Xia Lun let her do as she pleased with him.
But he soon realized that the situation seemed a bit off. Normally, shouldn't he be the one doing as he pleased with Aina? How did it get reversed now?
To prevent him from making any moves, Aina had actually taken the initiative to strike first.
Aina seemed to notice that Xia Lun had caught onto her intentions and revealed a triumphant smile.
"Heh, Aina, don't think that just because of this, I'm completely helpless."
"Oh? Xia Lun, what do you want to do? You need to be clear, I am the one attacking right now..."
"Do you think this is a game of chess? Aina, just because it's your turn doesn't mean I can't act."
"That's too unfair, Xia Lun..."
"This world is inherently unfair, Aina..."
Just as the affection between the two was deepening, a slight tremor suddenly came from the ground.
"What's wrong?" Xia Lun slowly raised his head.
The shaking became more and more violent, as if the entire earth was trembling. Ripples formed on the distant lake, and the flowers on the grass swayed along with it.
"Stop shaking!" Aina patted the ground somewhat displeased, as if reprimanding a disobedient child.
Just as Aina commanded, the earthquake stopped.
Xia Lun: ...
Aina gave a soft hum and pressed her lips against his, slowly pulling away only after a moment.
"What happened?" Xia Lun couldn't help but ask.
"Oh, Olifendo seems to be falling." Aina stroked the long hair by her ear. "I just stabilized it."
"Falling?"
"Maybe there's a problem with that magic stone vein. For example, some long-scheming little thieves stole the magic power from the vein..." Aina wrapped her arms around Xia Lun's neck, seeming to want to continue their tender moment for a little longer. "It's fine, it's not a big problem."
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...
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.
young master of the Shen family—a figure of immense power and wealth beyond measure—and awakened the "Destined Ultimate Villain System"! His starting scenario? Running into his icy fiancée who shows up with a mountain-descending divine doctor to break off their engagement. The divine doctor arrogantly taunts: "What does your Shen family have besides a bit of stinking money? You're not even worthy of tying Qingxue's shoelaces!" Shen Fei just smiled. He completely defied the usual script: "Fine, I agree to break off the engagement. Also, notify the finance department to withdraw all investments from the Su family." Minutes later, with its capital chain severed, the Su Group teetered on the brink of bankruptcy! The once aloof and proud ice queen CEO was thrown into utter panic. That very night, she went to Shen Fei's villa, casting aside all dignity to beg and plead desperately... From then on, in this world teeming with Sons of Destiny, Shen Fei embarked on a path of extreme dimensional suppression! A mountain-descending divine doctor? Peerless medical skills? Shen Fei: "Reporting you for practicing medicine without a license! I'll gladly take your ancient medicinal cauldron and twin sister assassins." The Crooked-Smiling Dragon King? Commanding a hundred thousand soldiers with a single order? Shen Fei: "Illegal assembly and suspected treason! Let a fleet of attack helicopters sanitize the area and teach you what the state apparatus really means!" A reborn tycoon? Knows all the golden opportunities of the next decade? Shen Fei: "A trillion in capital to reverse and pump the stock market, making you blow your margin and jump on the very first day of your rebirth!" What Chosen Ones? What bearers of Heavenly Fortune? In Shen Fei's eyes, they're all just chives (i.e., suckers/marks) waiting to be harvested! Shen Fei: "Sorry, but as the Destined Ultimate Villain, I don't play by the rules of honor. I only play the game of dimensional suppression."
