"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!"
he colors of other people’s emotions. Light red meant anxiety. Gray meant exhaustion. Orange meant excitement. Yellow... meant repression. At the same time, he could gain unlimited control over one of those colors. Pale cyan: relaxation. Using this ability, he started offering “two-yuan hugs,” spending an afternoon exchanging emotional-color experiences with others. Then came his final female customer of the day— a girl whose emotional color was pure black... —— A week later, Xu Chuan had become skilled at using pale cyan—Relaxation—treating it like a bottle of menthol balm whenever he needed it. That was when he discovered he had unlocked another unlimited emotional color: Purple, the color of fear. So these emotional colors refresh every week? Fine, I take it back—I’ll never call you useless again... —— Much later, after Xu Chuan had accumulated countless emotional abilities, one night, he suddenly found himself inside someone else’s dream. There, he could use the emotional colors he possessed to paint. And in her dream, he painted her a shower of pink shooting stars, spreading across the depths of the night sky...
nd fell into a coma while saving his younger sister from an out-of-control car. He became a vegetable. No one knew that his consciousness had crossed into a world of cultivation. Over the course of sixty years, he began as the lowest kind of mine slave, struggling to survive amid mountains of corpses and seas of blood. By sheer chance, he eventually obtained the complete memories of a fallen Immortal King. Alchemy, medicine, formations, feng shui, physiognomy, artifact forging… Every great inheritance of the cultivation world was now his. But when he opened his eyes again, he discovered that ten full years had passed in the modern world. To pay for his treatment, his father had sold the family’s shop and house, leaving himself covered in lasting injuries and illness. His mother had cared for him day and night, and more than half of her hair had already turned white. His younger sister, who had been only fifteen back then, was now twenty-five. To help repay the family’s debts, she had been forced to lower her head and put on a smiling face in places of glittering lights and endless revelry. Only then did Chen Xuan understand that what he had lost was not merely ten years. He had lost the life his entire family was meant to have. The good news was that he had brought back the memories of an Immortal King’s entire lifetime. The bad news was that his soul had returned alone—his cultivation had not come with him. Spiritual energy was scarce, resources were depleted, and the modern world still had firearms, surveillance, capital, and laws. If he wanted to protect his family, break free from everyone’s control, and become truly invincible beneath the heavens, he would have to start all over again.
s the Eldest Princess, renowned for her cold and aloof detachment, became the most docile of lambs, obeying his every command without question. But when the final move was played on the chessboard, as Gu Chenghan seized everything and ascended on the verge of apotheosis, that very Princess suddenly embraced him from behind, her tone carrying a dependence never heard before: "Wait... you haven't yet... commanded me to love you forever." Gu Chenghan froze abruptly. She... hadn't been hypnotized?! ... [The Eldest Princess's Diary] [When my soul was extracted, becoming the sole spectator outside my own shell] [At first, there was overwhelming fury, until I saw] [How he used my sword to effortlessly shatter my inescapable doom] [How he wielded my authority to eradicate fatal conspiracies I had never even detected] [Like a deity, he rescued me from the deep mire I was trapped in] [If not for those annoying vixens, he and I would be a match made in heaven] [I think I am ill, gravely ill] [My deity should belong to me alone] ... "Hypnosis? Oh, it succeeded, my dear Master." "Only this time, it's my turn to hypnotize you."
transmigrates into the role of a villainous rich second-generation kid in an urban fantasy novel, and gets bound to a god-tier choice system. Right at the start, he catches the female lead stealing exam papers! This triggers the villain's choice options! [Choice 1: Pretend you didn't see anything] [Choice 2: Loudly call her out, drawing everyone's attention] [Choice 3: ...] And thus, a twisted villain is born. To avoid getting killed by the protagonist, he has no choice but to take down all the protagonists first. Jiang Che: Nobody understands being twisted better than me!
