Exhausting her last ounce of strength, she pressed her frost-covered jade hands against Gu Yang's chest.
Yet that feeble push felt more like a dependent clinging in this moment.
Complex emotions surged deep within Gu Yang's dark eyes. With one arm, he held her soft, boneless body tightly, as if wanting to knead her into his very flesh and blood.
His other hand suddenly tightened, forcing her to tilt up her fragile, slender swan-like neck.
"Don't move!"
Gu Yang lowered his head, his thin lips almost touching her ear, his scorching breath hitting her reddened earlobe.
"Master, your disciple will not let you die."
With that said, Gu Yang bit his index finger.
A drop of essence blood, containing the ancient supreme Yang origin and burning with dark golden flames, was forcefully smeared onto Shen Qingyue's slightly parted red lips.
"Swallow it."
The boiling essence blood was like a miniature sun falling into an ice cave!
"Boom!"
The extreme Yang energy exploded within Shen Qingyue's dried-up meridians.
The Nine Yin cold poison, which clung like maggots to her bones, let out a shrill wail the moment it touched this supreme Yang essence blood, being overwhelmingly incinerated and assimilated!
"Ah..."
Shen Qingyue let out an extremely suppressed cry of pain.
The process of extreme cold being forcefully dispelled by extreme heat felt like death by a thousand cuts, yet it brought a bone-deep numbness.
Her usually icy, clear eyes finally gave way, as scalding tears mixed with melting frost came crashing down.
She no longer struggled.
That proud body, having walked the edge of life and death, had now completely surrendered to this man's domineering and burning embrace.
Like melting spring snow, she collapsed unreservedly into Gu Yang's arms.
Cold sweat slid down her pale chin, dripping onto Gu Yang's gray robes.
Within this hidden space completely sealed by the Primal Chaos Lotus Platform.
This aloof, iceberg-like Master stripped away her strength and disguise in this moment. Her hands tightly gripped the front of Gu Yang's robes, desperately and greedily absorbing his body heat.
...
Half an incense stick's time later.
The frost on Shen Qingyue's face completely faded, replaced by a radiant, translucent, and breathtaking glow.
Her broken meridians were reconnected under the nourishment of the supreme Yang essence blood.
"Steady your mind."
Gu Yang's hoarse voice sounded by her ear as he showed immense restraint, releasing his grip on her waist.
"Channel the flow, suppress the array core."
Shen Qingyue suddenly snapped back to reality, feeling the Golden Core spiritual energy within her body replenish and become even purer than before.
She didn't dare look into Gu Yang's eyes, which seemed able to pierce through one's soul. She forcefully suppressed the tsunami-like shame and strange palpitations in her heart.
Her hands rapidly formed hand seals, cooperating with the suppression of Gu Yang's Great Sun True Fire.
One Yin and one Yang, two completely different yet perfectly matching spiritual energies transformed into a giant Taiji diagram, crashing heavily into the rioting center of the lake below!
"Buzz—!"
The Reversing Yin-Yang Array let out an unwilling wail as its purple-black array patterns shattered inch by inch.
Replacing them was an extremely soft and pure deep-blue profound light.
The array core was completely suppressed.
The Mirror Moon Cold Lake returned to a dead silence, its massive black glass-like surface forming once again.
"We succeeded..."
Shen Qingyue's tense nerves finally relaxed.
Rumble!
The moment the grand array was suppressed, heaven and earth resonated.
The massive extreme Yin spiritual energy accumulated by the Mirror Moon Cold Lake over a century transformed into an extremely pure blue pillar of light. Like an enlightenment pouring from above, it crashed down into the crown of Shen Qingyue's head!
This was the feedback and baptism of the laws of heaven and earth!
Shen Qingyue felt all thirty-six thousand pores on her body open simultaneously, and her mid-stage Golden Core cultivation began to climb at a terrifying speed!
However.
Amidst this seemingly supreme fortune.
A trace of dark red energy, colorless, odorless, and as thin as a gossamer thread, was extremely well-hidden deep within the spiritual energy waterfall, driving straight in!
This thread of energy triggered no spiritual energy warnings whatsoever.
Like a greedy leech, it slithered smoothly along Shen Qingyue's meridians, heading straight for the Golden Core in her dantian's sea of qi!
The Blood Soul Silk-Pulling Gu!
The ultimate backup plan of that old dog, Zhao Wuji!
By the time Shen Qingyue noticed that trace of bizarre, unowned coldness in her dantian.
It was already too late.
That strand of Gu poison had already touched the edge of her Golden Core. It was ruthlessly extending hundreds and thousands of microscopic transparent tentacles, preparing to take root!
"Hehehe... Qingyue, my dual cultivation cauldron, you cannot escape in the end..."
Zhao Wuji's extremely wicked and vicious sneer exploded directly deep within Shen Qingyue's spiritual sea through that thread of Gu silk!
Enslavement!
As long as this Gu poison took root, she would no longer have any secrets.
Her body, her spiritual energy, and all her dignity would be reduced to a marionette that the old thief Zhao Wuji could manipulate at will!
Even suicide would become a luxury!
Despair swallowed her completely like an endless abyss.
Her Dao heart, which had just been pulled back from hell by Gu Yang, let out an overwhelmed cracking sound at this moment.
"No..."
Shen Qingyue's face, which had just regained its color, instantly turned as pale as paper.
In those cold, clear eyes, an extreme madness of mutual destruction emerged.
She would rather be crushed to pieces than suffer such humiliation!
She absolutely could not implicate Gu Yang, who had just saved her!
"Shatter... for me!"
Shen Qingyue bit her back molars so hard that a strong metallic taste of blood instantly filled her mouth.
She abruptly reversed all her meridians, recklessly driving that massive surge of spiritual energy that had just entered her body to crash violently into her Golden Core!
She was going to self-destruct!
A flash of hostility crossed Gu Yang's deep, dark eyes.
He never expected that this woman, having just been pulled from the gates of hell, would immediately fall into another trap!
And this trap was not shown in the intel!
"Boom!"
Gu Yang did not hesitate in the slightest.
The magical power within his body erupted like a burst dam.
His large, scorching palm pressed firmly against Shen Qingyue's flat dantian.
The Great Sun True Fire transformed into a dark golden frenzy, tyrannically crashing through Shen Qingyue's protective spiritual light and forcefully surging into her meridians!
"Gu Yang... let me go... it's too late..."
Shen Qingyue struggled in despair.
"The Blood Soul Silk-Pulling Gu is already... once it takes root... I will become a puppet..."
"Master! Guard your spiritual altar!"
Gu Yang shouted angrily, his massive divine sense acting like a sharp sword, unceremoniously piercing deep into Shen Qingyue's spiritual sea.
The blending of divine souls!
This was an extremely intimate contact, a hundred times more perilous than dual cultivation of the flesh.
The spiritual sea was a cultivator's absolute forbidden zone, the most defenseless place where all secrets were hidden.
The moment that burning sword pierced in.
Shen Qingyue felt an indescribable shudder and tearing sensation from the very depths of her soul.
"Mmm..."
Her fragile neck snapped backward, and a soft whimper escaped through her tightly bitten lips.
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.”
] [Lone Wolf, No Male Gaze] [Protagonist is pursued early on; extreme protagonist-stans, stay away!] The "Carnival Paradise" descends and slowly devours the real world in the form of a game. By chance, Zhu Yan awakens the talent [Roleplay], becoming one of the first beta players. He thought he could develop safely, but after clearing the first instance, he is branded by humanity as the chief culprit behind the game's spread—a traitorous villain. A villain? Who would ever... become one! He'll be the villain! From then on, Zhu Yan is not only a player but also a lackey for the Carnival Paradise. Between the straight path and the crooked path, he chooses the con. With his left hand, he dons the villain's mantle, staging scenes within instances, infuriating players who decry him as a despicable traitor, all while the game happily promotes him. With his right hand, he joins the non-human organization "Fangcun Mountain," which opposes the Carnival Paradise, transforming into a mysterious player who slaughters game bosses, earning cheers of "Long live the expert!" from fellow players. Gradually, Zhu Yan rises to become an S-rank human player in Fangcun Mountain's archives, while also being the Carnival Paradise's certified top game Boss. But when the final war erupts and both major factions place their hopes in him— Players tag his various aliases: "Experts, this offensive depends on you." The Carnival Paradise's supreme Boss throws an arm around his neck: "Bro, you're the iron, I'm the steel; you can't let me down again!"
rowess are unmatched, commanding a million-strong army! Yet, the Emperor wants to depose him for the sake of a false prince? Hold on, are you throwing me into some female-oriented romance plot? How can I tolerate this? With a grand wave of his hand—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! Slander the Emperor? Very well, all of you shall die! ... The False Prince: "Although I am not the biological son, Father and Mother love me more. The throne should be mine!" The Female Lead: "Qin Xiao, you are the Emperor, and I am a commoner. If you wish to marry me, you must abdicate. Otherwise, you will never have me!" The Empress: "After we divorce, you must give me half the empire!" The Transmigrator Consort: "You worthless Emperor, why should I kneel to you? All men are equal—I advise you to be kind!" The Great General: "The enemy general is my childhood sweetheart. For her sake, I willingly abandon the frontier defenses!" The Retired Emperor: "Although Yu'er was adopted, I prefer him. Qin Xiao, you should abdicate and let him become Emperor!" ... Very well! So this is how you want to play? Facing this twisted world of female-oriented tropes, Qin Xiao grins and raises his hand to unleash—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! I am the Emperor. Why would I bother reasoning with you? Seal the gates! Leave none alive!
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."
