"You!"
"You truly are a pack of ungrateful wretches!"
Cai Kun was beside himself with rage!
Pointing a finger at the group of women, he cursed them vehemently.
"If it weren't for His Majesty, you women would have long been sold to the Music Bureau!"
"And you!"
Cai Kun turned, his gaze icy and fixed firmly on Wang Yuanyuan.
"I am, after all, your father! How dare you defy me like this! I've been so good to you, how can you act this way!"
"You accuse me of greed, of being incompetent, but wasn't all the silver I 'misappropriated' spent on you?"
"What right do you have to curse me! What right do you have to lecture me!"
Furious, he raised his hand and slapped Wang Yuanyuan across the cheek.
Her fair skin immediately swelled.
Blood trickled from the corner of her mouth.
Yet, she stubbornly met her father's gaze.
The last trace of familial affection vanished from her eyes, replaced only by bone-deep hatred!
"You old fool! Do you think being my father gives you the right to hit me?"
"What's wrong with spending your silver? As my father, you're supposed to provide for me unconditionally!"
"Otherwise, why did you bring me into this world? Just to suffer?"
"You... you..."
Cai Kun trembled all over, his finger shaking as he pointed at Wang Yuanyuan.
He couldn't believe these words came from his own daughter's mouth!
Slap!
Another blow!
This one struck Wang Yuanyuan's face with even greater force, the blood at her mouth more pronounced.
This time, Wang Yuanyuan completely erupted!
"You're my father, so what! You gave me silver to spend, so what! So what!"
"Sisters, seize him! Tie this old fool up for me!"
The consorts, having long grown impatient, chorused their assent and swarmed forward, binding Cai Kun tightly.
"Let me go! Let me go! This is rebellion! Outright rebellion!"
Cai Kun struggled and roared.
Tears of rage streamed down his face. He never imagined he would be tied up by his own daughter!
Wang Yuanyuan wiped the blood from her lips, her eyes cold.
She spoke to Cai Kun, word by deliberate word: "You're my father, so what? In the end, you are a man. You cannot understand my plight!"
"Don't worry, I won't kill you. I'll make you watch with your own eyes as I force Qin Xiao to abdicate! As I make all the women of this world stand up, independent and strong!"
Cai Kun laughed, a laugh tinged with profound bitterness.
"Hahaha! To think that I, Cai Kun, raised such an ungrateful viper!"
His gaze turned icy, locked onto Wang Yuanyuan.
"His Majesty's power is unfathomable. Do you truly believe you can contend with him?"
Hearing this, the consorts exchanged uneasy glances.
Their expressions turned grim.
Though they lived deep within the palace, they had still heard whispers of Qin Xiao's legendary prowess.
Wang Yuanyuan scoffed disdainfully and clapped her hands.
"Good sister, you may come out now."
As her words fell,
her own shadow on the ground began to writhe and shift.
It gradually took form, transforming into a woman clad entirely in black.
A black veil obscured her face.
Her figure was slender and well-proportioned.
Upon her appearance,
an aura of chilling cold instantly spread through the room.
Even the consorts and Cai Kun couldn't help but feel a pervasive chill.
"Sister Wang, rest assured. You saved my life. I will definitely help you kill Qin Xiao!"
The woman's voice was hoarse and unnaturally cold, sending shivers down one's spine.
Wang Yuanyuan smiled with confidence. "With you taking action, I believe success is certain!"
This female assassin was someone she had saved.
Ever since Qin Xiao's fame and power had soared,
many had sought his death.
Through assassination attempts or by hiring killers.
This woman was a member of the world's most elite assassination organization.
An assassin of the God-Slaying Hall!
"However, Qin Xiao's strength is indeed terrifying! Killing him will not be easy,"
the female assassin cautioned.
"Qin Xiao's power has reached the Martial Saint realm. To kill him, we must ask the Hall Master to intervene personally!"
"Don't worry!"
Wang Yuanyuan was brimming with confidence.
"My father has plenty of silver, as much as you need!"
The female assassin's eyes gleamed, a faint smile flickering across her face.
"In that case, I will certainly help you achieve your wish!"
Having said that,
her figure blurred, transforming into a streak of black light that vanished in an instant!
The consorts looked at Wang Yuanyuan, their gazes towards her completely changed.
Their eyes were now filled with admiration and reverence.
Only Cai Kun's face remained ashen with fury!
"Ungrateful daughter! Didn't you disown me as your father? Then why are you still spending my silver!"
Wang Yuanyuan snorted coldly. "This is all what you owe me!"
"Father, please wait here peacefully!"
With that,
Wang Yuanyuan turned and strode out of the Phoenix Palace, brimming with ambition.
The consorts followed closely behind her.
Full of excitement and fervor.
The moment they stepped out of the palace,
sunlight bathed their bodies.
Giving them a long-lost sense of freedom.
Each felt as if reborn!
They exchanged glances, their smiles brilliant.
Once Qin Xiao arrived, they would be liberated.
.....
The female assassin traveled dozens of miles, relying on her superior stealth techniques to finally escape the imperial palace.
She headed towards the nearest branch hall.
Upon arrival,
she intended to report the matter.
However, she first received a piece of news.
"The God-Slaying Hall cancels all missions related to Emperor Qin! Furthermore, no one from Great Qin is to be assassinated! Violators will die!"
The female assassin was stunned, not understanding why.
Nevertheless, she still reported the matter concerning Wang Yuanyuan.
In just half a day, the master of the God-Slaying Hall arrived in person!
Clad in blood-red robes, with hair of silver.
His gaze was icy, like that of a god of death.
Seeing him, the female assassin promptly bowed.
"I pay my respects to the Hall Master!"
Without even glancing at her, he said calmly, "This Hall Master is aware of the matter."
The female assassin felt anxious.
Unsure of the Hall Master's intention.
The God-Slaying Hall had never failed a mission.
Because those who failed died.
"Make preparations. Dispatch thirty thousand assassins to the imperial capital."
The female assassin was taken aback, then overjoyed.
She had thought the Hall Master was abandoning the mission.
Never did she expect him to mobilize such a massive force!
This was equivalent to the entire God-Slaying Hall committing its full strength!
"As you command!"
The female assassin immediately went to prepare.
The master of the God-Slaying Hall stood in place, gazing towards the direction of the imperial capital.
A look of nostalgia surfaced in his eyes.
Along with a trace of supreme reverence.
"Your Majesty, when will we, the 'Buliang Ren', finally be able to return to our posts?"
He murmured to himself.
A bitter smile touched the corner of his mouth.
The Buliang Ren organization was Qin Xiao's secret force.
Responsible for intelligence gathering and surveillance across the land.
But it had been so long since Qin Xiao had last utilized the Buliang Ren.
Ever since that last time, when Qin Xiao was about to depart for the capital and ordered the Buliang Ren to disband, scatter, and await the day of recall,
they had dispersed like stars across the sky.
Each member spread throughout the various kingdoms.
Some became major figures in the martial world.
Some became important court officials.
Others assassinated nobles and royalty, using human-skin masks to disguise themselves, gathering intelligence unfavorable to Qin Xiao.
However, they had lain dormant for too long.
Nearly a year had passed without Qin Xiao's summons.
"Now Great Qin stands unparalleled, a match for the entire world. Has His Majesty perhaps forgotten us?"
The master of the God-Slaying Hall sighed, his expression lonely and melancholy.
Yet in the very next instant,
his eyes narrowed sharply.
"Who goes there, skulking in the shadows? Show yourself to this Hall Master!"
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."
Cheng's father told him he was getting remarried—to a wealthy woman. Cao Cheng realized his time had finally come: he was about to become a second-generation rich kid. Sure, it might be a watered-down version, but hey, at least he'd have status now, right? The wealthy woman also had four daughters!! Which meant, starting today, Cao Cheng gained four stunning older sisters?? But that wasn't even the whole story... "My name is Cao Cheng—'Cheng' as in 'honest, smooth-talking gentleman'!"
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.”
ing gift was a patch of barren land, and disciples were all picked up along the way. He spent fifty years diligently building three "ramshackle little sects," thinking he could finally live a carefree life relying on his disciples. But right at the fifty-year mark, he was suddenly swept away by a spatial rift and exiled to the Chaos Desolation, the Disorderly Ruins. There was no spiritual energy there, only slaughter. Relying on the cultivation feedback from his disciples, Gu Changyuan hacked his way through a sea of blood for eleven hundred years. When the system finally fished him back out, he discovered the ramshackle little sects he'd built back then had developed a rather... unusual style. Hold on... I vanished for a thousand years, so how did my ramshackle little sects become holy lands?!
