The Remnant Soul of the Demonic Vine let out a howl of utter despair.
Its meticulously plotted scheme of over a decade was not only interrupted by Ye Chen, but now, it was being forcibly eradicated from its very roots, soul and all, by this unreasonably tyrannical golden flame!
Gu Yang's eyes were ice-cold as he sharply flipped his wrist.
The flames surged higher!
With a muffled poof, the Remnant Soul of the Demonic Vine was burned into a wisp of the purest nothingness deep within Luo Shenyao's sea of consciousness, without even the chance to beg for mercy.
Losing the control of the demonic vine, the dark red vines suspended in mid-air, which had been as hard as iron, instantly withered and crumbled to dust.
Luo Shenyao's completely naked, delicate body, covered in strangulation marks, fell limply from the air.
Gu Yang did not reach out to catch her.
With extreme indifference, he withdrew the flames, allowing that breathtakingly perfect figure to crash heavily onto the ash-covered altar.
Cough, cough...
Luo Shenyao coughed violently, greedily gasping for the blood-scented air.
She was not dead.
The Great Sun True Fire had avoided her soul with absolute precision, merely burning away all the foreign demonic energy and the remnant soul.
Not only that.
Because of the demise of the demonic vine, the peak Golden Core vitality it had previously sucked dry from Luo Tianheng, along with the Ancient Flower Goddess origin essence that had been suppressed for countless years, completely exploded within Luo Shenyao's body at this moment like a bursting dam!
Buzz—!
A massive, incredibly pure wave of wood-attribute spiritual energy erupted outward with Luo Shenyao at its center!
Within the crevices of the bluestone slabs throughout the entire underground cavern, countless spiritual herbs and fairy flowers radiating a soft green glow sprouted in an instant!
The wounds on Luo Shenyao's body, left by the tight vines, healed rapidly at a visible rate.
Originally devoid of any cultivation, her aura was now skyrocketing at a terrifying speed that completely defied the common sense of cultivation!
Peak Qi Refining... Early Foundation Establishment... Peak Foundation Establishment...
Boom!
In just a few breaths of time.
Accompanied by the crisp sound of breaking through a realm.
Luo Shenyao's aura forcefully shattered the barrier of the Core Formation stage, stopping firmly at the early Golden Core stage!
Her skin, originally as smooth and warm as jade, now exuded a sacred and inviolable translucent white luster.
A giant phantom of a cyan lotus, radiating rich vitality, slowly bloomed behind her.
The brand-new Ancient Flower Goddess.
Completely awakened.
However.
At this moment, this flower goddess, possessing early Golden Core cultivation and an incredibly noble bloodline.
Was curled up on the cold altar like a frightened little beast.
Her Flowing Cloud Plain Brocade gauze dress had long been reduced to powder during the earlier torment.
Right now, she was completely naked and defenseless.
That perfect body, capable of driving any male cultivator in the world mad, was exposed to Gu Yang's gaze without reservation.
In her clear eyes lingered the extreme terror of her collapsed faith, the betrayal by her biological father, and the attempted possession by the demonic vine.
Trembling, she hugged her arms tightly, trying to cover the astonishing snowy whiteness of her chest.
She looked like a young deer that had struggled desperately in the muddy snow, finally freezing stiff.
If Gu Yang wished it now.
Without even needing to use a single trace of spiritual energy, he could easily pin down this human-shaped supreme medicine and drain the newly awakened origin essence of the flower goddess from her body.
In the shadows not far away.
Ye Chen, who was pinned firmly under Zhao Yuelian's foot, watched this scene with eyes so jealous they practically dripped blood.
The Ancient Flower Goddess... a top-tier human cauldron at the Golden Core stage... This should have been mine! Mine!
He roared madly in his heart.
Gu Yang turned around.
Prepare to deal with these two, then pack up and let's go.
The edge of his dusty gray robe drew an extremely cold arc in the air.
He spoke to the two women behind him, not even sparing another glance at Luo Shenyao on the ground.
Yes, Young Master.
In the eyes of this demonic sect master-and-disciple duo, tempestuous waves of shock surged simultaneously.
Su Wanyin's moist, peach-blossom eyes were filled with disbelief and an almost fanatical worship.
The Young Master... actually didn't even lay a finger on her?
This demonic sect holy maiden, who was accustomed to the deceit of the cultivation world and deeply understood the ways of its man-eating nature, only felt the heart in her chest trembling violently.
That is the body of the Ancient Flower Goddess! A supreme treasure where just inhaling a mouthful of its origin essence could save decades of bitter cultivation!
In this sunless underground palace where murder and robbing treasures are as common as drinking water. Facing a top-tier human cauldron with a broken mind and zero ability to resist, let alone that hypocrite Ye Chen, even any elder who claims to be from a righteous and orthodox sect would probably pounce without hesitation and devour her completely!
But the Young Master... not only did he burn the demonic vine to death and save her, but in the end, faced with such easily obtainable fortune, he chose to hold back?
Su Wanyin bit her lower lip fiercely, an indescribable sourness and scalding emotion rushing straight to her eyes.
She looked at Gu Yang's broad, cold, gray back.
In front of outsiders, the Young Master acts more cold-blooded than anyone, more tyrannical and unreasonable than anyone...
Yet in this man-eating cultivation world, he guards the most fundamental bottom line!
He would rather give up this easily acquired heaven-defying fortune than act like those animals and plunder the flesh and blood of a pitiful woman!
Su Wanyin's eyes turned red. She suddenly felt that beneath the Young Master's cold exterior beat the only spark of humanity in this dark cultivation world.
Meanwhile, Zhao Yuelian, who walked at the back, experienced a shock ten times more intense than her disciple's.
This Fairy Lingshuang at the peak of the Core Formation stage twisted the hem of her gray robe tightly with both hands, her knuckles turning white from the excessive force.
In her bright, autumn-water eyes, the reflection of Gu Yang's aloof, departing figure was cast, and tears were already swirling in her eyes.
I understand... I finally understand!
Zhao Yuelian let out a marveling sigh in her heart, akin to a trembling of her very soul.
In her mind, which possessed a top-tier capacity for overthinking, countless images flashed madly.
No wonder! No wonder the Young Master previously pushed me to a dead end using an illusion array at the Heavenly Fragrance Treasure Pavilion.
I originally thought that was his absolute control and warning toward me, an honor for a broken vessel like myself.
But now, seeing him abandon the Ancient Flower Goddess without a shred of lingering attachment... I realize just how absurdly wrong I was!
On Zhao Yuelian's cold, pale cheeks, a breathtaking flush appeared, mixing extreme shame with a morbid sense of reverence.
The Young Master is simply not the type of cultivator governed by his lower half and base interests!
He holds an absolute, insurmountable bottom line in his heart!
He may kill like a demon and snatch away others' fortunes, but he would absolutely never feast on the blood-soaked bread of someone entirely powerless to resist!
In this man-eating cultivation world, everyone resorted to any means necessary for the sake of immortality.
Only this man before her, after seeing through the filthiest calculations and crushing the highest-tier conspiracies.
Yet in the face of the most tempting benefits, he merely clapped his hands with utter disdain, leaving behind nothing but a completely clean, untainted silhouette.
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.
shall grant"] ["Inscribing the glory of our race upon tombstones"] ["All that is threatened, I shall protect"] How his younger sister sees her brother: A brother who only makes eye contact once a day, mostly fading into the background as he tinkers with who-knows-what in his room all day. Their life paths should have remained largely separate. Until one day. Su Qi created an equipment card for his never-met "online girlfriend." His sister fell into silent contemplation upon receiving the "white stockings." [Card can be upgraded] [Upgrade by fulfilling any of the following conditions] [Condition ①: Consume one hundred higher-tier cards] [Condition ②: Complete one 'Heart-Pounding Adventure'] What constitutes a Heart-Pounding Adventure? [Heart-Pounding Adventure (Beginner Level): Equip the card and invite 'Su Qi' to admire it.] [Heart-Pounding Adventure (Easy Level): Equip the card, invite 'Su Qi' to touch it, and analyze the equipment's texture.] [Heart-Pounding Adventure (Entry Level): Equip the card and invite 'Su Qi' to...] [Heart-Pounding Adventure (Challenge Level): Freely combine the words 'Brother' 'Out' 'Brother' 'Me' 'Please' into a complete sentence...] "Please help me analyze both teams' mistakes in this match, brother..." His sister exhaled in relief—surely... surely there couldn't be anything more difficult? [Heart-Pounding Adventure (Suicide Mission Level): Sneak a peek at the names of the galgames in 'Su Qi's' hidden E-drive folder]
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."
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.”
