Su Qi: "???"
"Is this it?"
He felt somewhat cheated out of his 220,000 points.
What a scam.
Weren’t they supposed to be at a 0.01% discount?
Does this look like a card worth 200 million Pleasure Points?
Was this some kind of reverse discount?
And there weren’t even any negative effects?
...
"Here."
Su Qi walked out of the bedroom and handed [Eternal Slumber Dragon: Abyss] to Liu Yuan.
Liu Yuan carefully took the card, feeling its slight weight. A chilling sensation spread from her fingers through her entire body.
She blinked, looking at Su Qi with a hint of confusion.
"Brother, this card... feels so familiar."
Hum!
The card transformed into a streak of light and merged into her body.
"Familiar?"
Su Qi found it even stranger now.
No, he had to test it.
Otherwise, spending 220,000 points without knowing what he got would leave him uneasy.
"Can I try the card’s effects?"
Liu Yuan tilted her head slightly. Though she didn’t fully understand, she nodded obediently.
"Mm, whatever Brother says."
Her trust in Su Qi was almost blind.
Condition ③: 'Su Qi' must actively awaken it.
But how?
"Come forth, my trump card?"
"I choose you?"
Fortunately, it wasn’t that complicated.
Su Qi sensed a faint, thread-like connection.
He willed his soul energy to tug at it.
The next moment—
An indescribable, terrifying pressure abruptly descended!
Not from the outside, but erupting directly from within Liu Yuan’s body!
The temperature in the room plummeted by dozens of degrees in an instant, the air so heavy it felt suffocating.
The surrounding light seemed to freeze in an eerie stillness.
Under Liu Yuan’s feet, intricate frost patterns silently spread across the floor, radiating a soul-numbing chill.
This wasn’t just energy-induced oppression—it was an absolute, hierarchical suppression!
As if some supreme existence had slowly opened its eyes, indifferently surveying this insignificant world.
When [Abyss]’s aura fully manifested, Su Qi felt as if an invisible hand had clenched around his heart.
Terror.
Unspeakable terror.
It was the kind of power that could freeze time and space, annihilate all existence!
Su Qi had no doubt—if this force were unleashed completely, not just their neighborhood, but the entire Jiangxia would be wiped out in an instant!
[Name: Abyss]
[Type: Special]
[Rarity: Primordial]
[Energy Level: ? (1-Star)]
[Unique Passive: Dragonblood Lineage (Possesses most draconic traits)]
[Active Skill: Frost Flash]
[Active Skill: Gale Slash]
[Active Skill: Lament of Blood]
...
[Active Skill: Before Me, Will You Grovel... or Die with Dignity?]
[Active Skill: I Shall Rise from the Abyss of Death—None May Defy Me.]
Over three hundred skills nearly blinded Su Qi.
He had never seen such an absurd card before.
220,000 points...
Worth it.
So worth it!
This was practically a fire sale!
Su Qi quickly severed the mental link, stopping the awakening.
Based on his understanding, such a summoning effect likely lasted only briefly before requiring months or even years to recharge.
No point wasting it here.
Still, one thing puzzled him...
Every skill seemed excessively serious.
Where was the "Pleasure" effect?
You know, if not for his fear of Pleasure-related side effects, Su Qi wouldn’t have saved up so many points in the first place.
The terrifying pressure receded like a tide.
The frozen air resumed its flow.
The eerie dimness faded, and light returned to normal.
The frost patterns on the floor vanished like illusions, as if nothing had happened.
Su Qi then thought of another issue—didn’t this power defy basic energy conservation?
"Yuan’er, do you feel any discomfort or—"
"Nope~"
Hm?
A familiar yet unfamiliar voice.
Su Qi turned his gaze back to Liu Yuan.
She stood in place, her eyes still clear and bright, her voice soft and sweet as always.
But alarms blared in Su Qi’s mind.
Something was off.
Very off.
Though the overwhelming pressure had faded, it hadn’t disappeared entirely.
A faint trace still lingered within Liu Yuan.
"Yuan’er?" Su Qi tested cautiously.
"Mm?"
Liu Yuan tilted her head. "What is it, Brother?"
Her behavior seemed unchanged—still his silly little sister. But...
"Wanna spar?"
She leaned close, her warm breath brushing his ear. "Since Brother’s already played with one of my cards, why not try another?"
Su Qi tried to step back but found himself bound by invisible chains.
Was this the true manifestation of "Pleasure"?
Not a skill effect, but the sheer delight of its existence?
"Brother, what do you think are the traits of a dragon?"
"So hard to guess~"
...
In the living room, the light remained bright.
Perhaps this was retribution for Su Qi’s earlier forced sparring.
This time, he was the one being forced into a match.
Legends spoke of spearmasters reaching their peak by fighting their way in and out seven times.
Today, Su Qi shattered that record.
After eight close-quarters clashes, his pride—the 7th-tier weapon, [Path’s End Spear]—was ground beneath Liu Yuan’s foot, impossible to retrieve.
Su Qi felt like he was dying. Utterly defeated, his vision blurred.
Then, a trickle of icy, refined energy flowed through the spear into his body, replenishing his losses from the fight.
"Hmph, stupid Brother. Still dare to bully me?"
The jingling of bells declared the victor.
Su Qi suffered a 'fatal strike'—his soul sea trembling violently for a full twenty-three waves before finally calming.
[Dawn · VII · Pride: With newfound power, you crave a worthy opponent. A one-sided match holds no meaning.]
[‘Overwhelming Opponent’ Located (Completed)]
...
Everything was ready.
Now, all that remained was to wait for the Martial Exam to officially begin.

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."

ose... to cooperate with the protagonist! Shen Yuan: I have a system! Protagonist: What? System: Holy crap, you're just spilling it out like that? Shen Yuan: Let's team up, we'll split the system rewards! Protagonist: Fifty-fifty split? Shen Yuan: No way! Protagonist: What!? I'm the one getting beaten up, and I don't get half? Shen Yuan: Forty-sixty split, I get forty, you get sixty! Protagonist: Deal! Big brother, come on, hit me! As long as it doesn't kill me, beat me like you mean it! Shen Yuan: Don't worry... I will definitely protect all of you! No one but me can lay a finger on you! Guard our Heaven's Chosen Ones! I'm the only one allowed to bully them!

rowess are unmatched, commanding a million-strong army! Yet, the Emperor wants to depose him for the sake of a false prince? Hold on, are you throwing me into some female-oriented romance plot? How can I tolerate this? With a grand wave of his hand—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! Slander the Emperor? Very well, all of you shall die! ... The False Prince: "Although I am not the biological son, Father and Mother love me more. The throne should be mine!" The Female Lead: "Qin Xiao, you are the Emperor, and I am a commoner. If you wish to marry me, you must abdicate. Otherwise, you will never have me!" The Empress: "After we divorce, you must give me half the empire!" The Transmigrator Consort: "You worthless Emperor, why should I kneel to you? All men are equal—I advise you to be kind!" The Great General: "The enemy general is my childhood sweetheart. For her sake, I willingly abandon the frontier defenses!" The Retired Emperor: "Although Yu'er was adopted, I prefer him. Qin Xiao, you should abdicate and let him become Emperor!" ... Very well! So this is how you want to play? Facing this twisted world of female-oriented tropes, Qin Xiao grins and raises his hand to unleash—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! I am the Emperor. Why would I bother reasoning with you? Seal the gates! Leave none alive!

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.”