Ye Xuan spent more than ten years cultivating, from building his foundation to the late Yuanying stage. This speed was not slow. But compared to Tang Xiaoxue, he still fell far short. Tang Xiaoxue's displayed strength was at the early Yuanying stage, but her true strength was already at the initial Manifestation stage. In terms of aptitude, Ye Xuan was inferior to Tang Xiaoxue. As for fortune, Tang Xiaoxue was incomparable to Ye Xuan. But don't forget, the things Tang Xiaoxue used were what Ye Xuan couldn't obtain even if he desperately chased after them.
You, Ye Xuan, are still looking for opportunities to improve your strength, while Miss Tang Xiaoxue already has several elders providing her with the best spirit pills and precious medicines. The two of you are not on the same level at all. What's most annoying is that Miss Tang Xiaoxue is even more diligent than you, Ye Xuan.
While you're showing off and acting arrogant, she's cultivating. While you're flirting with girls, she's cultivating. While you're expanding your influence somewhere, she's cultivating and tempering herself. This is really annoying. How can you compare with her, just because you have an old grandfather?
Ye Xuan thought he had the upper hand over Tang Xiaoxue, but he didn't know Tang Xiaoxue was just buying time dealing with him.
Seeing the injured Tang Xiaoxue lying on the ground, Ye Xuan smiled smugly, "Xiaoxue junior sister, you're so beautiful I really don't want to kill you! It's a pity that if you don't die, how can I gain the favor of the elders?"
"Xiao Chenfeng and Duan Fei are already on their way waiting for you. Just go with them obediently! From now on, Qingyun Sword Sect will be mine."
Tang Xiaoxue's originally pale face suddenly revealed a sly smile, "My brother was right. When killing others, never waste time talking, otherwise the one dying could be yourself!"
Tang Xiaoxue stood up. Her previous helpless look was long gone, replaced with a regretful expression as she looked at Ye Xuan.
Ye Xuan was shocked. "How are you uninjured?"
"What a childish question. Can't you be more mature?"
"If not for that old man in your body, do you think I would be wasting time talking to you here? That old man hasn't woken up yet, right?"
"If you don't wake him now, you won't have a chance later."
Just as Ye Xuan was about to speak, Tang Xiaoxue made her move. Her target wasn't Ye Xuan, but the other disciples around them.
When they raised their swords to resist, they found it very difficult to mobilize their spiritual power.
Regardless of whether they could mobilize their spiritual power or not, they were no match for Tang Xiaoxue. In just a short while, dozens of Qingyun Sword Sect's disciples lost their lives.
Tang Xiaoxue didn't waste time with superfluous words like Ye Xuan. She went straight for the final target, Ye Xuan himself.
Ye Xuan was foolish. Tang Xiaoxue's goal was to get rid of obstacles. Instead of helping to stop her, he was calling for his master in his heart, waiting for the old master to come up with a plan.
Seeing Tang Xiaoxue kill towards him, Ye Xuan hurriedly raised his sword to block.
Tang Xiaoxue wasn't like him. As her sword stabbed out, her other hand scattered a handful of powder.
Ye Xuan quickly retreated and cursed, "Despicable and shameless!"
Just as Ye Xuan was about to make another move, a woman's voice rang in his mind, "Run away quickly. You're not her match. If not for the antidote treasure in your body, you'd be dead already."
"In strength and methods, you fall far short of her. Even if I took over your body, I wouldn't be confident in stopping her. Rather than fight it out, it's better to flee first."
If Tang Xiaoxue knew the old man was actually a woman, who knows what she'd think.
Having made up his mind, Ye Xuan immediately prepared to flee, "You wait. I'll settle our debt sooner or later."
Tang Xiaoxue's sword answered him, "You living until now, your ancestors' graves must be smoking, if not already on fire!"
Watching Ye Xuan's departure, Tang Xiaoxue didn't give chase. Instead, she knelt on the ground.
"Brother, you said you'd let me cultivate, and you made it happen. You said you'd earn money and send it to me, even though I didn't know how you'd send it. But you still had people bring me the money. You accomplished that too."
"The things you promised me, you achieved them all. So why didn't you fulfill the one thing you swore to me?"
Tang Xiaoxue sounded a little deranged as she cried out, "Why didn't you do it? Tell me, why couldn't you accomplish it? Why?"
Then she said weakly, "You promised me that in the future, you'd let me protect you. But now, where have you gone again?"
"I always listened to you, never got involved in anything, always hid my strength, and brought poisons and hidden weapons whenever I went out..."
She continued speaking the entire night. At dawn the next day, Tang Xiaoxue and Tang Xiaoyan made a grave and erected a tombstone for Tang Xiaoyu.
"Brother, stay quietly here for now. After Avenger Me avenges you, I'll make the entire cultivation world bow down before your grave!"
Tang Xiaoyan also said, "Cousin brother, don't worry. I will take good care of Xiaoxue for you."
After handling Tang Xiaoyu's affairs, the two women considered what to do next.
Tang Xiaoxue said, "Sister Xiaoyan, we have to find a place to hide out now."
Tang Xiaoyan knew she could never return to Sanqing Sect again. Her only option was to flee with Tang Xiaoxue.
"Where can we hide?"
Tang Xiaoxue thought for a moment, "Go to the demon clans' territory, or the domains of evil cultivators or sects."
"Evil cultivators, they are all unscrupulous people. If we go, we definitely won't meet a good end." Tang Xiaoyan objected.
Tang Xiaoxue shook her head, "That's only what you've heard, not experienced. I know of a sect that is definitely not what you've heard."
Tang Xiaoyan nodded, "We have no other options now. We can only go take a look."
The two then set off towards their destination.
Xiao Hei had been worried whether Tang Xiaoyu managed to escape. More than ten days had passed and Xiao Hei really couldn't endure any longer. He decided to go back and take a look.
After informing his two sworn brothers, he flew towards Qingshan Daoist Temple.
But when he arrived at the temple, his heart sank to the bottom.
"Xiaoyu, Xiaoyu, where are you? Your life isn't that fragile!"
"You still owe me a life. Hurry and repay me!"
Tang Xiaoyu had always treated Xiao Hei very well. Whether in Sanqing Sect or at Qingshan Daoist Temple, Tang Xiaoyu never shortchanged it.
Xiao Hei's current situation, everything was given to it by Tang Xiaoyu.
Xiao Hei refused to resign itself. It searched the surroundings for traces of Tang Xiaoyu's escape. Soon it discovered the grave Tang Xiaoxue made for Tang Xiaoyu, and the tombstone.
The last glimmer of hope was also shattered.
It crouched in front of Tang Xiaoyu's grave, recalling that day when Tang Xiaoyu heard he had a 30% chance to escape and created the opportunity for it to run.
Yet he must have known that he himself couldn't escape anymore.
While it was grieving over Tang Xiaoyu's death, Tang Xiaoyu had already been lying in a mountain cave for over ten days.
What happened? That day when Ye Xuan and the rest set the temple on fire, the Patriarch came online.
"Damn brat, what did you want just now? I'm busy playing cards! If you have something to say, make it quick. If not, I'm leaving!"
Noticing the prolonged silence, he checked what Tang Xiaoyu was doing.
At first glance, "Damn, you're dead again? Last time you died from falling down, I could still find an excuse to let you live because of the tree and leaves that cushioned your fall, leaving you a breath.
But this time you're pierced full of holes. How can I find a reason to let you live now?"
"I've got it. I'll arrange for an evil cultivator later to collect your corpse."

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.

m back to his original world. In the end, he realized he had overthought things. [Hey, why is Shen Manni, the female lead, acting strange? Shouldn't she be fawning over the male lead at this point?] [Zhou Qiaoqiao, are you sick? Weren't you supposed to break off your engagement today?] [Damn it! An Youyi, please do your job as an undercover agent and sell my information to the protagonist, you idiot!] ... At this moment, Xu Mo himself didn't know that these female leads had already heard his inner thoughts. Then they decided not to play by the rules. Xu Mo: Please respect my profession as the big villain!

pression Bureau] Transported to a fantasy world overrun by demons and monsters, Gu Qingfeng becomes a jailer in the Demon Suppression Prison of the Great Yan Dynasty's Demon Suppression Bureau. From this point on, bizarre cases frequently occur in the Demon Suppression Prison, once known as hell on earth and infamous for its gloomy, terrifying atmosphere! Why do the demons and monsters in the prison wail miserably every night? Why has the corpse demon, capable of transforming into various beauties, donned black stockings and switched careers to become a foot massage therapist? Why has the eye demon, expert in soul-snatching and illusions, turned into a VR headset? Why is the fox spirit performing otaku dances? Are all these occurrences a twisted expression of demonic nature, or a descent into moral depravity? After peeling away layer upon layer of mystery, all clues ultimately point to a jailer named Gu Qingfeng. Gu Qingfeng: "Hehehe... My dear demons and monsters, whose card shall we flip today?"

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.”