Her aqua-blue silk dress was instantly drenched in cold sweat, clinging tightly to her body.
Her originally gentle and beautiful face was shriveling at a visible rate, with terrifying cyan vine-like veins bulging beneath her skin.
Twisting her water-snake-like waist in agony, she rolled off the armchair.
Like a dying maggot, she frantically rolled and wailed on the expensive demonic beast fur carpet.
Gu Yang slowly stood up.
He walked over to the painfully twitching Yun Zhiwei, looking down at her from above.
The dusty hem of his robe coldly brushed past her bloodstained, desperately outstretched hand.
"Patriarch Yun."
Gu Yang's voice revealed an absolute rationality and ruthlessness that controlled everything.
"You wouldn't want the secret of your live sacrifices of rogue cultivators to be known by those outside, would you?"
...
On the carpet, Yun Zhiwei spasmed like a puddle of mud.
Amidst the extreme agony, countless calculations flashed wildly through her mind like a revolving lantern.
This gray-robed youth was definitely not in the Foundation Establishment stage!
That dark golden flame was absolutely the legendary Heaven and Earth Strange Fire that could incinerate all things!
The grand array was destroyed, her pseudo-core was completely countered, and fighting head-on would only lead to a dead end.
She suddenly bit the tip of her tongue, forcefully using the taste of blood to suppress the rioting demonic vines in her body.
Almost in an instant.
The resentful glare in Yun Zhiwei's eyes completely dissipated, replaced by a spine-chilling humbleness and fawning.
She didn't bother to straighten her aqua-blue dress, which was soaked in cold sweat and clinging to her voluptuous figure.
Like a dog wagging its tail begging for mercy, she stumbled and crawled to Gu Yang's feet.
"Spare my life, Young Master... It was this concubine who was blind and offended a true immortal!"
Her fair forehead slammed heavily onto the precious red sandalwood floor, producing a muffled thud.
With trembling slender fingers, she wiped an ancient cyan jade array map from her storage ring and held it high above her head.
"This is the complete array map of the underground palace, containing all the secret passages and array cores."
"I only beg the Young Master to be magnanimous and let this concubine go like a passing wind!"
Yun Zhiwei's forehead pressed against the ground, but an extremely vicious sneer curled up in her heart.
Take it.
The Weeping Blood Puppet Array on the third floor of the underground palace was an ancient lethal trap not even marked on the array map.
As long as you dare to step half a foot inside, I will definitely use the lifeblood of those rogue cultivators to grind you to death in there!
As long as I survive, as long as I retain the foundation of the Golden Core stage.
She would have plenty of time to slowly settle this blood debt.
Gu Yang's expression was cold, and the flame at his fingertips imperceptibly retracted by a fraction.
He casually took the cyan jade array map that still carried Yun Zhiwei's body heat and swept it with his divine sense.
Not killing her was because he didn't want to cause too much trouble.
To avoid accumulating unnecessary karma as much as possible.
However, this scene, falling into the eyes of the two women behind him, set off earth-shattering waves.
Zhao Yuelian stared fixedly at Gu Yang's dusty yet upright back, her delicate body trembling violently and uncontrollably.
Why didn't the Young Master kill her?!
An extremely complex light flashed in Zhao Yuelian's autumn-water-like bright eyes.
She understood.
The Young Master was establishing his dominance!
He could so easily trample the dignity of a Core Formation grand cultivator underfoot, casually holding the power of life and death.
What kind of terrifying control and world-disdaining arrogance was this?
The Young Master keeping Yun Zhiwei alive clearly meant he saw she still had use value, wanting to use her as a meat shield for the underground palace!
This extreme coldness of treating all Golden Cores in the world as chess pieces and squeezing dry their last drop of blood and bone.
Made Zhao Yuelian feel a suffocating shudder.
She touched her flat dantian, where the Concentric Gu was beating cheerfully.
A morbid sense of relief overwhelmed her reason.
A breathtaking flush appeared on her cold, stunningly beautiful face, and even her breathing became incredibly hot.
Beside her, Su Wanyin wrung her hands tightly together.
In her watery peach-blossom eyes, that fanatical infatuation almost ignited her entire being.
The Young Master was too domineering! Too gentle!
He didn't even draw a flying sword; he just flicked his fingers and effortlessly destroyed the local tyrant of Holy Heaven City.
Why did he act so decisively, leaving absolutely no leeway?
Because he didn't want her and her master to be tainted by even a bit of danger in this dragon's pool and tiger's den!
He used the most tyrannical posture to block all the slaughter and filth in front of him.
Leaving them only a safe, clean back.
Su Wanyin just felt her eyes sting, her heart filled to the brim with a strong sense of love, even her fingertips tingling.
"Get up. Pour some tea."
Gu Yang's icy voice broke the eerie dead silence in the elegant pavilion.
Yun Zhiwei felt as if she had been granted a grand amnesty, scrambling to her feet.
She casually cast a clothes-cleaning spell and extremely skillfully put on a flattering, sycophantic smile.
She replaced the incense burner with a non-toxic white jade one and lit top-grade mind-calming sandalwood incense.
The four of them sat down again around the red sandalwood tea table.
Gu Yang sat upright in the seat of honor.
Given the situation, it was a good time to take advantage of this rare opportunity.
There was one thing he needed to try right now.
His divine sense stirred, activating the ancient illusion array, the Lesser Formless Illusion Array.
His divine sense silently surged out like a tide, following the texture of the carpet and instantly enveloping the entire Heaven No. 1 elegant pavilion.
A faint ripple, absolutely undetectable to the naked eye, flashed through the air.
Yun Zhiwei was holding the teapot, her eyes looking at Gu Yang extremely covertly, trying to discern his background from the way he drank tea.
Su Wanyin sat obediently beside Zhao Yuelian, vigilantly watching Yun Zhiwei's every move.
In the line of sight of the two of them.
Gu Yang was holding a teacup, slowly savoring the tea.
Meanwhile, Zhao Yuelian was sitting upright, hands folded on her lap, having restored her aloof and awe-inspiring demeanor as Fairy Lingshuang.
However, in the realistic physical space.
Gu Yang put down his teacup.
He turned his head, his deep black eyes locking onto Zhao Yuelian without any warmth.
A large hand with rough calluses, like iron pincers, reached directly beneath Zhao Yuelian's loose gray Dharma robe.
"Mmph!"
Zhao Yuelian's pupils shrank drastically, and the half-cry of alarm that escaped her throat was bitten back so hard between her lips and teeth that she tasted a trace of blood.
Her instincts as a Core Formation grand cultivator completely shut down at this moment.
She didn't push away that presumptuous hand; instead, like a frightened sparrow, she stiffly and fearfully used her peripheral vision to glance at Yun Zhiwei opposite her and her disciple who was right beside her.
Both of them looked normal, seemingly unaware of all this.
Has the illusion array been activated... Thank goodness...
After that came the instinctive resistance.
Following the brief relief was the instinctive resistance stemming from the bones of a Peak Core Formation cultivator.
This was the Heavenly Fragrance Treasure Pavilion! Yun Zhiwei's territory!
And her personal disciple, Su Wanyin, was sitting less than half a foot away from her at this very moment!
If her disciple were to turn her head just a little, or even just reach out her hand, she would be able to touch her voluptuous body beneath the illusion!
All the blood in Zhao Yuelian's body was rushing backward.
e bizarre and supernatural had descended. The previous emperor was a thoroughgoing tyrant; no longer satisfied with human women, he had set his sights on a stunningly beautiful supernatural entity. He met his end in his bedchamber, drained of all his vital essence. As the legitimate eldest son and crown prince, Wang Hao was thus hastily enthroned, becoming the young emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty. No sooner had he awakened the "Imperial Sign-In Intelligence System" than he was assassinated by a Son of Destiny—a classic villain's opening. The Great Zhou, ravaged by the former emperor's excesses, was in national decline. The great families within its borders harbored their own treacherous schemes, martial sects began to defy the imperial court's decrees, and border armies, their pay and provisions in arrears, grumbled incessantly against the central government. Fortunately, the central capital was still held secure by the half-million Imperial Guards and fifty thousand Imperial Forest Army who obeyed the court's orders, along with the royal family's hidden reserves of power, barely managing to suppress the realm. As the Great Zhou's finances worsened and supernatural activities grew ever more frequent, the court sat atop a volcano. Ambitious plotters everywhere dreamed of overthrowing the dynasty, and even some reclusive ancient powers emerged, attempting to sway the tides of the world. At the first grand court assembly, the civil and military officials nearly came to blows, fighting tooth and nail over the allocation of fifty million taels of silver from the summer tax revenues. The spectacle opened Wang Hao's eyes—the Great Zhou's bureaucracy was not only corrupt but also martially proficient, a cabinet of all-rounders. Some officials even had the audacity to suggest the emperor release funds from the imperial privy purse to address the emergency. Wang Hao suddenly felt weary. Let it all burn.
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."
nto another world, I bought a slave for the first time, never expecting the silver wolf girl to be so cute... Lin Feng: I know it's cold, but you don't have to sneak into my bed! Yuna: Just sharing body warmth, if you dare do anything naughty, I'll definitely...
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.”
