Gu Yang showed no pity for the fairer sex, casually flicking his right hand as if throwing away trash.
Bang!
The maid's graceful body was smashed fiercely against the hard rock wall like a torn ragdoll, accompanied by a series of bone-crushing sounds. She vomited mouthfuls of blood mixed with visceral fragments, sliding to the ground like a puddle of mud, completely losing all combat capability.
In just a single encounter.
One dead, one crippled.
The mine shaft once again fell into a suffocating dead silence, leaving only the whooshing sound of the erupting earth fire and the heavy, desperate panting of Deacon Wang.
Deacon Wang's legs gave way, and he fell directly to his knees on the scalding ground. His entire body trembled violently as he looked at this invincible gray silhouette that resembled a demon god.
He finally understood what kind of monster he had provoked.
Gu... Junior Brother Gu... No! Grandpa Gu!
Tears and snot streamed down his face as he frantically kowtowed on the ground, smashing his forehead until it was bloody with every knock. With trembling hands, he humbly raised the thousand-year cold jade box containing the Earth Vein Flame Marrow high above his head.
This is the Flame Marrow! I offer it all to you! Please, just let me go like a passing fart!
Gu Yang looked down at this maggot from above.
He did not take the items. His gray cloth shoes slowly crushed the scorched rocks beneath his feet as he walked step by step in front of Deacon Wang and leaned in slightly.
That idiot Han Feng would get lost even on the outskirts of the Ten Thousand Poisons Cave. Could he possibly get his hands on the inner circle's Bone-Corroding Spirit-Melting Powder?
The thick-soled gray cloth shoe stepped onto Deacon Wang's withered back of the hand—extremely slowly, yet feeling as heavy as a colossal boulder.
Crack!
Ah—!
A miserable shriek rang out. The fingers are connected to the heart, and the agonizing pain of shattered bones made his entire body convulse. The scalding poisonous smoke from the earth fire drilled into his throat, choking him into coughing up blood repeatedly.
But he did not dare to struggle, only able to lie prostrate at Gu Yang's feet like a dying wild dog.
Pushing everything onto a dead man, you certainly use this trick skillfully.
Gu Yang applied slight pressure with the tip of his foot, grinding those broken bones.
Last chance. Who gave you the poison?
The extreme agony and despair instantly destroyed Deacon Wang's last psychological defense.
A miserable smile, mixed with madness and resentment, suddenly bloomed on that wrinkled old face.
Cough, cough... Hahahaha!
As he coughed up black blood, he raised those muddy, bloodshot old eyes.
Do you really think... that piece of trash Han Feng has such heaven-defying capabilities?
The route map to the Ten Thousand Poisons Cave, the timing of the poisoning, and even the dirty money used to bribe me... all of it was secretly arranged by the Grand Elder's faction! The Grand Elder doesn't care whether an ant like you lives or dies! He calculated that your master is fiercely protective of her disciples, and he just wanted to use your life as the bleeding trough!
He stared fixedly at Gu Yang, as if wanting to see a trace of breakdown on this cold face.
As long as your meridians were shattered inch by inch, Shen Qingyue would definitely expend her origin essence to save you. What he wants is to drain Shen Qingyue's Nine Yin Origin!
In the shadows to the side, Zhao Yuelian lowered her eyes, her plump, charming body trembling slightly.
What a vicious, overt scheme.
Using a disciple's life to bait out a master's foundation.
However, Gu Yang's handsome and cold face did not show the expected anger and shock; he did not even furrow his brow.
Instead, a trace of extremely icy scrutiny flashed through his deep black eyes.
Like a sharp scalpel, it instantly dissected the most fatal inconsistency in this confession.
You are lying.
Gu Yang suddenly flicked the tip of his foot, kicking Deacon Wang over like a torn sack.
Bone-Corroding Spirit-Melting Powder brings certain death upon contact.
If I died on the spot, turning into a cold corpse, how could Zhao Wuji use me as bait to drain my master's origin?
Deacon Wang was kicked so hard he rolled twice on the rocks before suddenly freezing.
An extremely horrifying tremor instantly erupted in those muddy old eyes, his pupils shaking madly.
Gu Yang's icy voice echoed in the scorching mine shaft like a death knell.
Bone-Corroding Spirit-Melting Powder is a lethal poison that seals the throat at the sight of blood. Even an amount the size of a fingernail is enough to instantly turn a Qi Condensation cultivator into a puddle of pus. Yet I survived, and the poison just so happened to only cripple my cultivation and collapse my origin.
The sole of Gu Yang's boot ground extremely slowly against the bones of Deacon Wang's hand.
Since Zhao Wuji wanted to use me as bait to fish for the Nine Yin Origin, he would never allow the accident of the bait being directly poisoned to death. He didn't have the guts to walk a tightrope with the dosage—once I died, this scheme would become a dead end.
Deacon Wang panted heavily. The scalding poisonous smoke from the earth fire poured into his lungs, yet he remained completely oblivious to it.
Despair and fear, a hundred times more intense than facing the Great Sun True Fire, finally surged in those muddy old eyes.
You... how could you calculate even this...
He looked at Gu Yang as if looking at a monster. That extreme shudder of being seen through from the flesh all the way to the depths of the bone marrow completely shattered the cunning he was so proud of.
I'll speak... I'll tell you everything...
With trembling lips and a crying tone, he kowtowed madly as if grasping at the last straw.
That packet of Bone-Corroding Spirit-Melting Powder... was tampered with before it was handed to me!
Gu Yang's deep black eyes narrowed slightly, and the sole of his boot stepping on the broken bones stopped.
Deacon Wang swallowed a mouthful of bloody saliva. As if recalling some extremely terrifying scene, his entire body shook like a sieve.
When I received the medicine, I realized that its originally berserk and mindless toxicity had actually been forcefully sliced into countless equal portions by an extremely terrifying power! That power was as thin as a gossamer thread, yet it revealed an extreme sharpness that seemed capable of cleaving spiritual energy in two...
His voice grew increasingly shrill, permeated with extreme fear.
It was like invisible, icy steel nails forcibly pinning the toxicity to your heart meridian, releasing it slowly like peeling silk from a cocoon! Even if that old thief Zhao Wuji cultivated for another five hundred years, he could absolutely never develop that kind of sharpness capable of severing everything!
Inside the mine shaft, the earth fire continued to erupt violently.
But these words made the surrounding high temperature, which was enough to melt gold and iron, bizarrely exude a bone-piercing icy chill.
Gu Yang stood with his hands behind his back, his eyes as cold and hard as iron.
As expected.
Zhao Wuji was nothing but a jumping clown pushed to the front stage.
Beneath the muddy waters of the Falling Cloud Sect, there still lay dormant a crossing-river dragon that would shatter an ordinary person to pieces with just a single glance.
Who left behind that sharpness? Who could silently infiltrate the heavy grounds of my Falling Cloud Sect's Pill Hall without the sect's grand defensive array detecting the slightest trace?
Deacon Wang hugged his head tightly, his ten fingers agonizingly tearing at his dry hair.
That night... I didn't see that person's face clearly at all... I only smelled an extremely pungent stench of blood, carrying the scent of rusty iron and blood...
His pupils began to dilate, and cold sweat frantically oozed from his forehead.
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.”
he colors of other people’s emotions. Light red meant anxiety. Gray meant exhaustion. Orange meant excitement. Yellow... meant repression. At the same time, he could gain unlimited control over one of those colors. Pale cyan: relaxation. Using this ability, he started offering “two-yuan hugs,” spending an afternoon exchanging emotional-color experiences with others. Then came his final female customer of the day— a girl whose emotional color was pure black... —— A week later, Xu Chuan had become skilled at using pale cyan—Relaxation—treating it like a bottle of menthol balm whenever he needed it. That was when he discovered he had unlocked another unlimited emotional color: Purple, the color of fear. So these emotional colors refresh every week? Fine, I take it back—I’ll never call you useless again... —— Much later, after Xu Chuan had accumulated countless emotional abilities, one night, he suddenly found himself inside someone else’s dream. There, he could use the emotional colors he possessed to paint. And in her dream, he painted her a shower of pink shooting stars, spreading across the depths of the night sky...
ions, keeping it grounded and realistic】 After quitting his job, office worker Su Yang accidentally binds with the "Enjoy Life System." As the name suggests, simply by indulging in life's pleasures, he can earn random rewards from the system—no need to spend money on beautiful women or grovel before anyone. Just enjoy, and the money follows, making it all about effortless fun. The system comes with a scanning feature, allowing him to establish a favorability bond with women rated 85 points or above. Every 20-point increase in favorability unlocks additional rewards. After suffering through over twenty years of hardship, Su Yang trembles with excitement, his dull eyes suddenly gleaming with newfound hope. "Enjoy life? How hard could that be?"
grated, and just when he finally managed to get into an elite academy, he discovered that he actually had a system, and the way to earn rewards was extremely ridiculous. So for the sake of rewards, he had no choice but to start acting ridiculous as well. Su Cheng: "It's nothing but system quests after all." But later, what confused Su Cheng was that while he was already quite ridiculous, he never expected those serious characters to gradually become ridiculous too. And the way they looked at him became increasingly strange... (This synopsis doesn't do it justice, please read the full story)
