He shook off the entanglement of those guys with considerable ease.
The power of chaos flowed around his body, and the turbulent spatial currents retreated on their own as if in fear. This was a power that transcended the rules.
It was just a pity that this body could not stay in the spatial rift for too long... "Mian" soon returned to this world.
He hadn't moved too far; he was still within the academy.
The academy of this era was truly massive...
He could even occasionally spot the traces of demons within the academy.
Has this world already found peace?
As a half-human, half-demon hybrid, he held no particular stance and didn't really care about it.
"Mian" shook his head, seemingly recalling some more things about himself.
Suddenly, he detected a familiar ripple of magic.
There was no mistaking it, that was... his mother's magical aura.
"Mian"'s pupils shrank.
Right, she was the most noble and powerful vampire, an eternal existence. Even a thousand years was nothing but a fleeting moment to her...
In this era, she was still alive.
His mother would definitely know his identity.
Without any hesitation, "Mian" descended toward that manor.
It was a remarkably powerful barrier, undoubtedly set up by his mother's own hands.
But it still could not resist the corruption of the power of chaos.
Pressing his hand down slightly, a wave of formless, twisting power descended. The barrier let out a crisp sound like shattering glass, and its magical structure rapidly disintegrated, creating a gap.
"Mian" frowned.
After entering the manor, he did not sense his mother's aura; she was not here.
"Who are you!"
A crisp, delicate shout rang out from below, and a silvery-white figure wearing an exquisite dress adorned with spiderweb patterns appeared before him.
Looking at the somewhat familiar face of the other party, "Mian" fell into a slight daze.
"This is called... trespassing, do you know that? If you don't leave here quickly, don't blame me for not holding back!" Yisi shouted fiercely, though she lacked any real intimidation.
"Mian" looked at Yisi and did not reply.
This little one didn't look very smart.
Yisi continued talking to herself, "However, you've already broken Master Aina's barrier... I know, you must be an enemy, right!"
"Aina... Hahaha! I remember now, her name. You are right, her name is Aina..."
Yisi was startled as she looked at the intruder who suddenly burst into loud laughter.
What a strange guy...
But there was nothing left to say.
The other party had already made a move.
The moment she raised her hand, "Mian" felt the surrounding space instantly solidify, as if he were sealed within a solid wall, unable to move at all.
At this moment, his body was an aggregation of extremely highly concentrated magic. He tried to mobilize the boundless magic within him to forcefully break free, but found that he couldn't even twitch a fingertip... He felt like an insect sealed in amber, completely unable to resist this powerful spatial force.
Yisi reached out a small hand and made a slight grasping motion. The surrounding space rippled, all under her control.
Hmm... But I can't lock him in a spatial rift, so what should I do? Should I just keep restricting him like this? But keeping my hand raised all the time is very tiring.
The doubts in Yisi's mind were quickly dispelled.
A twisted, ominous black aura emanated from the guy's body. Under the influence of that power, Yisi realized she had actually lost control over the surrounding space.
Even the power of space fell short in the face of the power of chaos.
"What's going on..."
This was the first time Yisi had ever encountered a situation where her abilities lost their effect.
Several portals opened behind her, and insectoid warriors surged out like a tide. Their exoskeletons gleamed with a cold metallic light, and their scythe-like forelimbs rubbed together, making a teeth-setting sound. These were all guards summoned by Yisi.
"Attack!" Yisi pointed her small hand, and the insect swarm let out ear-piercing screeches, charging toward "Mian" fearlessly.
A void longsword condensed from the power of chaos appeared in "Mian"'s hand.
Green blood splattered everywhere, stirring up a storm of gore.
Those insectoid warriors, whose strength surpassed even the high-tier level, were nothing but clay chickens and pottery dogs before that guy, utterly unworthy of mention.
A massive spider leg shattered the space, thrusting toward the intruder like a spear.
Yisi's true body finally couldn't help but strike.
However, the power of chaos merely rippled gently, and that spider leg, capable of piercing through city walls, began to twist and deform. Its exoskeleton and flesh were wrung into a bizarre spiral shape.
"Waaah, it hurts!"
Yisi let out a tragic cry, tears spilling from her eyes as she tearfully clutched her arm, where wounds had appeared out of nowhere.
After all, since her birth, staying in the void, she had never really been injured... Even when she fought with Xia Lun before, Xia Lun had held back against her.
However, this minor injury was nothing much to Yisi.
...
The corpse of an insectoid warrior fell from the sky, dropping into the garden like a dumpling being thrown into a pot, making a dull thud.
Anana sat in the pavilion, holding a sandwich in her hand, and blinked.
Well... this is a magic academy after all...
But that's still a bit weird!
However, these insectoids seemed to be summoned by Yisi... Is this also magic?
A foul, bloody stench spread throughout the garden.
Anana didn't feel much disgust or fear. After all, she had long since started helping her father skin the monsters he hunted and brought back... Anana took another bite of the sandwich in her hand.
A figure dropped down from the sky and stood in front of Anana.
The newcomer was not Yisi.
Anana widened her eyes in surprise: "Senior Mian? Why is it you?"
"Mian" did not reply.
"Why are you fighting with Yisi? She is my newly made friend." Anana rambled on to herself. After taking a bite of her sandwich, she mumbled unclearly, "So you're actually this amazing, Senior Mian. Even Yisi is no match for you... By the way, are you guys sparring?"
"Mian" frowned.
"Do you want a sandwich?" Anana handed over a piece of sandwich, a bit of mayonnaise still stuck to the corner of her mouth.
Food...
Spending thousands of years in the Spirit Realm, he had already forgotten what food tasted like.
"Mian" took it, shoved it into his mouth, and chewed it carefully.
This little girl seemed to know the original owner of the body.
"Mian" could feel that the original owner's body was resisting his murderous desires.
A boring rebellion.
He wouldn't let it get its way.
"Mian" casually pointed a finger, and invisible, twisted chaos power shot toward Anana.
The little girl stood there, completely unaware of anything.
A figure flashed past, grabbing Anana and dodging far away.
The moment he saw that figure, countless memories surged up like floodwaters breaking a dam, roaring in his mind like thunder.
"Mian" finally remembered his identity.
Aise's mouth curled into an exaggerated grin: "Father!"
grated, and just when he finally managed to get into an elite academy, he discovered that he actually had a system, and the way to earn rewards was extremely ridiculous. So for the sake of rewards, he had no choice but to start acting ridiculous as well. Su Cheng: "It's nothing but system quests after all." But later, what confused Su Cheng was that while he was already quite ridiculous, he never expected those serious characters to gradually become ridiculous too. And the way they looked at him became increasingly strange... (This synopsis doesn't do it justice, please read the full story)
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...
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.
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.”
