Zhao Yuelian watched that figure gradually fade into the darkness.
Inside her dantian, the Nine Yin Fortune Dao Seed let out a violent hum the moment the final word of "waiting for you in the cave dwelling" settled.
"Yes! Young Master!"
Her stunningly beautiful face was flushed with a breathtaking crimson. She slowly turned her head and looked at the unconscious female envoy of the Jiangsha Sect.
A terrifyingly cruel sneer curled at the corner of her lips.
She looked just like a lioness locking eyes on her prey.
...
...
Inside the quiet cave dwelling, the leftover tea had already grown cold.
Gu Yang sat upright on the stone chair, quietly watching a wisp of dark golden flame dancing on his fingertips.
Extremely light footsteps echoed from outside the cave.
The stone door was pushed open, and a faint scent of blood mixed with a ripe, deep fragrance flooded into the cramped stone room.
Zhao Yuelian had returned.
The edges of her loose gray servant robe were stained with a few shocking drops of dark red. However, her pale, paper-white face carried the flush of extreme excitement.
"Young Master."
She walked up to Gu Yang and skillfully dropped to both knees, her soft waist naturally sinking into a breathtaking curve.
"The Flame Marrow has been stuffed into that woman's robes. The tendons in her limbs have been entirely severed, and her cultivation base is ruined. When the Law Enforcement Hall patrols the mountain tomorrow, they will only see the tragedy of a demonic cultivator murdering for treasure and failing to divide the spoils evenly."
Gu Yang did not speak.
His profound gaze pierced through the dim halo of the luminous pearl, landing on her slightly trembling eyelashes.
Being stared at by this highly oppressive gaze, Zhao Yuelian's breathing grew uncontrollably rapid. The Thousand-Thread Soul-Tangling Syndrome that had been suppressed in her dantian for ten years seemed to have caught the scent of the sweet dew of extreme yang energy, and it began to writhe madly.
"Young Master strategizes perfectly, playing both the righteous and demonic paths in the palm of your hand..." She raised her head, her voice so sickeningly sweet it was almost tangible. "Your servant is... wholeheartedly convinced."
Gu Yang reached out his hand.
The rough, thin calluses on his fingertips brushed against her burning cheek, neither lightly nor heavily.
"Since the clues ended at the Supreme Sword Sect, it is time to change the way this game of chess is played."
He withdrew his hand, no longer looking at the stunning face that was now filled with loss due to his sudden withdrawal, and sank his consciousness directly into his sea of consciousness.
The Supreme Ruthless Sword Intent.
It could make the Sect Master of the Luoyun Sect willingly bow his head, and it could silently plant a mark in the sea of consciousness of Deacon Wang.
A name surfaced in Gu Yang's mind.
Ji Shuanghua.
The most terrifying monster of this generation in the Supreme Sword Sect, born with sword bones, cultivating the Supreme Dao of Forgetting Emotions that severed all human desires.
"System. Consume 10 Destiny Points to expand intelligence, centering on the Supreme Sword Sect and Ji Shuanghua."
[Ding! Command confirmed. 10 Destiny Points deducted. Remaining Destiny Points: 200]
On the dark panel, a few lines of blindingly bright text rippled slowly like water waves.
[Green Intelligence: In half a month, the ancient battlefield ruins anchored in the void behind the Supreme Sword Sect's back mountain, the Shattered Star Sword Domain, will usher in its once-in-five-hundred-years tidal weakening period and officially open.
Note: The spatial laws of the secret realm are extremely broken and filled with violent ancient sword intent. Qi Condensation cultivators will definitely be shredded upon entry; Core Formation cultivators and above have too high a spiritual pressure and will trigger a spatial collapse upon entry. Only Foundation Establishment cultivators, whose spiritual energy has liquefied but who have not yet formed a core, may set foot inside. At that time, all major sects in the Eastern Region will be allocated quotas to enter the valley.]
Gu Yang narrowed his eyes slightly.
An ancient secret realm that only allowed Foundation Establishment cultivators to enter.
His ruined body was exactly in need of a supreme furnace to reforge a perfect Dao foundation.
Continuing to look down, that touch of green light suddenly changed, turning into a heart-palpitating scarlet.
It was actually Red Intelligence!
[Red Intelligence: The Shattered Star Sword Domain is by no means an ordinary trial ground. Beneath its core area, the Fallen Star Broken Sword Mountain, slumbers an ancient sword spirit that is being suppressed, along with half of a Heaven-Rank Supreme-Grade sword art that points directly to the origin of the Great Dao. This is the core scheme of the Supreme Sword Sect's successive generations of Nascent Soul ancestors, who maintain the secret realm at all costs.]
Heaven-Rank Supreme-Grade.
Gu Yang gently rubbed his fingers against the rough edge of the stone table, making a faint rustling sound.
Here in the Eastern Region of the Azure Cloud Continent, an Earth-Rank cultivation method was enough to trigger bloodbaths that wiped out entire sects. A Heaven-Rank Supreme-Grade art was enough to drive those old monsters in secluded meditation absolutely insane.
Immediately after, the red light faded.
An extremely brilliant, dazzlingly bright dark golden radiance completely illuminated the entire system panel.
[Golden Intelligence: The Holy Maiden of the Supreme Sword Sect, Ji Shuanghua, will step into the Shattered Star Sword Domain in three months, braving the immense pressure to reach the summit of Broken Sword Mountain. Just in her moment of extreme weakness when she awakens the ancient sword spirit and is about to forge a flawless golden core, the Dao Child of the Daoyi Sect, Ye Chen, will tear off his hypocritical mask.
Ye Chen has long laid down a lethal array at the summit using his Righteous Aura. He will backstab Ji Shuanghua, steal this heaven-defying fortune, and claim first place in the secret realm. Afterward, he will use the sword bones and sword spirit as medicinal catalysts to forge his twisted First-Grade Righteous Holy Fetus.]
The screen of light slowly dissipated.
The cave dwelling returned to a dead silence.
The Dao Child of the Daoyi Sect, Ye Chen.
Him again.
A trace of almost tangible, freezing murderous intent flashed through Gu Yang's profound black eyes.
"Young Master..."
A sickly sweet moan interrupted Gu Yang's train of thought.
Zhao Yuelian had straightened her upper body at some unknown point. Reaching out with her slightly cool, soft hands, she acted with extreme boldness and covered the back of his hand that was resting on his knee.
"Your aura... has become slightly disordered."
Her autumn-water-like eyes were filled with infatuation and concern as she formed her own conclusions. "Could it be that the intelligence just now disgusted you and disturbed your mind? Your servant... can help you vent your frustrations..."
Her warm breath hit Gu Yang's knuckles.
Her slender fingers traced the gaps between his fingers, slowly and forcefully squeezing in bit by bit until their fingers were tightly intertwined.
Gu Yang lowered his eyes, looking at that breathtakingly beautiful, flushed face that was so close at hand.
He did not break free, nor did he respond.
He merely watched her quietly with a gaze as cold and indifferent as an abyss.
Those abyssal black eyes held no lust and no warmth, only an extremely calm calculation.
"Take your hand away first."
Zhao Yuelian's breath hitched slightly.
She obediently withdrew her hand, tucking it into the wide sleeve of her gray robe. Her eyelashes drooped, but a meaningful, faint smile still hung on the corner of her lips.
The insteps of her feet quietly pressed against the cold stone floor.
Gu Yang stood up and paced half a circle around the cramped stone room, eventually coming to a stop under the faint halo of the luminous pearl.
"The Supreme Sword Sect wants my master's Nine Yin Origin."
His voice was extremely flat, as if stating a trivial matter that had nothing to do with him.
"Then I will first firmly grasp what they want in my own hands."
Zhao Yuelian's eyelashes trembled slightly.
She raised her head, a trace of confusion overflowing from her bright, autumn-water eyes before she suppressed it just as quickly. She knew that at times like this, the best thing to do was to keep her mouth shut and wait for him to finish.
"The Shattered Star Sword Domain opens in half a month."
Gu Yang returned to the stone chair and sat down, his knuckles gently rapping against the stone table, making a steady tapping sound.
"The various sects of the Eastern Region will all receive quotas to enter the valley. They all want to obtain good fortune."
He paused.
"I want it too."
It was not a mere desire to want it, it was an absolute demand to take it.
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.”
e, Immortal Body, Transmigration, System, Progression Fantasy, Academy Setting, Third-Person Perspective. Alternate Title: Transmigrating into a High Martial World and Reading Live Comments. Bad news: I transmigrated. This is a terrifying high-martial world, and my original, pathetically weak body fell into a coma and never woke up. Good news: I got a Popularity Points system upon arrival. I can see live comments and even create an unkillable alternate identity. Starting out, the alternate identity has all stats at 1. The system tells me that to grow stronger, I must participate in the plot, gain popularity points to allocate stats and grow stronger, and ultimately awaken my original body. And so, carrying my original body on my back, I officially entered Huaqing Academy, where the story's protagonist resides. From that moment on, Chen Guan kicked the original plot to pieces. Live Comments: [Doesn't anyone find this mysterious coffin guy creepy? He can summon indescribable grey misty hands.] [Is this guy a hero or a villain? What kind of onion became a spirit?] [By the way, does anyone know who's in the coffin? Shouldn't the debt for saving his life be repaid by now?] [According to unofficial histories, the person in the coffin was Chen Guan's first love. Their love was once passionate and earth-shattering, but they were separated by life and death due to worldly circumstances. What a star-crossed pair.] ... Years later, the world knew of a demon god born from a coffin, shrouded in grey mist, impossible to gaze upon directly. His foremost divine emissary often wielded a scythe, reaping lives like the god of death. As war approached, facing former friends and a boundless sea of enemies, Chen Guan merely raised his scythe. "Would you like to dance as well?"
't think I'm that capable, I'm just trying my best to stay alive. I've been kind all my life, never did anything bad, yet worldly suffering spared me not one bit. The human world is a nice place, but I won't come back in my next life. A kind young man, who wanted to just get by singing, but through repeated deceits and betrayals, has gone down an irredeemable path.
