She used her stiff, frost-covered hands to violently grab her magnificent lapels, as if trying to use this masochistic pain to maintain her last shred of consciousness.
Her Golden Core trembled madly within her dantian. She forcefully mobilized the last trace of spiritual energy in her body, attempting to smash against the ice that clung to her like a festering bone-deep wound.
Pfft!
The moment her spiritual energy touched it, she suffered an extremely overbearing backlash. Shen Qingyue threw her head back and spat out a mouthful of blood mixed with ice shards, the poignant red blooms instantly staining the snow-white carpet.
It was too cold.
The despair of having her very soul completely frozen caused her usually proud, clear autumn-water eyes to fill with bloodshot veins of terror and agony.
Yet, less than three feet away from her side, Gu Yang's body, exuding an Ancient Supreme Yang aura, was like a bonfire in the dark night, madly radiating a fatal temptation.
Even through his clothes, that furnace-like wave of heat still seeped into her nose bit by bit, teasing her riddled and battered meridians.
Stay away from him... stay away from him!
Shen Qingyue roared madly in the bottom of her heart. She turned around in an extremely wretched state, dragging her numb legs. Pressing her elbows firmly against the bone-chilling Cold Jade bricks, she desperately tried to crawl away from Gu Yang.
Screech—
Her white palace dress with gold patterns rubbed against the rough floor, leaving glaring trails. Because she exerted too much force, the nails of her ten cold, jade-white fingers forcefully gouged ten bloody white scratches into the hard Cold Jade bricks!
However, for every inch she moved away, the cold poison in her body grew a fraction more rampant.
Her vision began to blur, and every breath of air she took turned into sharp ice blades, slicing her internal organs to pieces.
The shadow of death, carrying an extremely cruel mockery, completely overshadowed her proud dignity.
Am I really going to die...
Shen Qingyue lay slumped on the freezing floor, her rapid breaths creating puffs of white mist. Her eyelashes were already heavy with thick frost, making it extremely difficult to even open her eyes.
When the suffocating grip of death completely throttled her throat, the instinct to survive broke free like a caged beast, utterly tearing apart all notions of morality and ethics.
Her head turned back with extreme stiffness.
Her unfocused eyes, like a dying person grasping at the last straw, locked firmly onto the gray figure lying on the carpet.
Crack.
The string of reason completely snapped.
Shen Qingyue's bare, cold jade-white feet slipped powerlessly from the Cold Jade bed and stepped into the soft fox-fur carpet.
She stumbled and fell to her knees beside Gu Yang.
That magnificent white and gold palace dress was a mess from her violent trembling.
So hot...
Just getting within a foot of him.
The intense Pure Yang aura transmitted through the gray robes made Shen Qingyue's nearly frozen delicate body feel a fatal attraction.
I am sorry... Gu Yang... just this once... to survive...
Shen Qingyue let out a blood-weeping whimper like a desperate, trapped beast.
She tremblingly reached out her frost-covered jade hands, and with an extremely clumsy yet resolute determination, grabbed Gu Yang's lapels.
Her body sank down.
Mmph—!!!
A scalding tear slid from the corner of her eye and smashed onto Gu Yang's gray lapel, instantly blooming into a dark water stain.
It was too hot!
The terrifying high temperature belonging to the Ancient Supreme Yang Physique, even through layers of clothing, still felt like a red-hot branding iron.
What am I doing...
Shen Qingyue wailed in despair in her heart.
The ice in her meridians began to melt.
To absorb more heat, Shen Qingyue could only close her eyes. Shedding tears of humiliation, she began a self-treatment that lacked any aesthetic appeal and even appeared somewhat mechanical and stiff.
In the quiet grand hall.
There was only the constant rustling sound of rubbing fabric.
Her originally cold and clear autumn-water eyes had now completely lost focus, covered by a layer of hazy mist.
Sweat mixed with melting frost slid down her cold, pale cheeks.
She did not dare to look at Gu Yang's face.
Even though he was unconscious with his eyes closed.
This immoral act of taking advantage of someone's vulnerability made her wish she could die right now on this snow-white carpet.
However.
Gu Yang, who was closing his eyes and playing dead.
Feeling the warm tears on his chest lapels and hearing the extremely suppressed, delicate weeping sounds by his ear.
Gu Yang was torn over one thing.
Should he pretend to just happen to wake up right now and open his eyes?
If he opened his eyes now.
First scenario.
A woman like Shen Qingyue, proud to the extreme in her bones, would have her Dao Heart instantly shattered under extreme shame and breakdown.
Then, to cover up this ugly side that even she herself could not accept, she would not hesitate to draw her Cold Moon Sword. Even at the risk of snapping all her meridians, she would chop him, the eyewitness, along with herself, into a pile of shattered ice.
This was not impossible. The dying counterattack of a Golden Core stage cultivator would cost him an extremely tragic price, even if he played all his trump cards right now.
Second scenario.
She would not kill him, but she would completely sink into the quagmire of self-loathing.
She would forcefully interrupt this self-treatment and flee the grand hall. Then, due to the backlash of the cold poison, her cultivation base would be completely crippled, turning her into a depressed invalid for the rest of her days.
Forget it, forget it.
Gu Yang completely concealed all his aura, remaining absolutely motionless like a corpse that was both cold and scorchingly hot.
...
This long and torturous treatment lasted for a full hour.
When the last trace of ice in her meridians was completely melted by the Pure Yang energy.
Shen Qingyue seemed to be drained of all her strength, her whole body slumping limply onto Gu Yang's chest.
She panted heavily, her breathtakingly beautiful face covered in a thrilling flush and tear stains.
Buzz—
Shen Qingyue forced out a trace of spiritual energy and extremely frantically straightened out that white and gold palace dress that was already completely out of shape.
She helped arrange Gu Yang's clothes, restoring them to their original state.
She did not even dare to take another look at Gu Yang, terrified of seeing even the slightest twitch of his eyelids.
Like a thief who had committed a monstrous blunder, she stumbled and fled toward the Cold Jade bed.
Swoosh!
An extremely faint sound transmission talisman was left beside Gu Yang by her trembling fingers.
Subsequently.
Shen Qingyue fled the grand hall that had witnessed all her embarrassment, as if running for her life.
...
After confirming that Shen Qingyue's aura had completely disappeared.
Gu Yang finally slowly opened his eyes.
Feeling the increased spiritual energy in his body after the recent dual cultivation.
He raised his hand and pinched the sound transmission talisman between two fingers.
He channeled his spiritual energy.
Shen Qingyue's voice, pretending to be calm, echoed in the spacious hall.
You... were affected by an illusion incense... your master has already expelled it for you... quickly return to your cave dwelling to cultivate. For three days, you are not allowed to come see me.
Gu Yang sneered. With a flash of fire at his fingertips, he directly burned the sound transmission talisman to ashes.
He stood up and patted the wrinkles on his gray robes.
Turning around without the slightest hesitation, he pushed open the heavy palace doors forged from ten-thousand-year profound ice.
...
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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.”
g Yu was preparing for retirement when her organization decided to eliminate her. She transmigrated to a zombie apocalypse world. However, a tiny unexpected situation occurred: She somehow transformed into an adorable little girl?!
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."
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.
