"Senior brother, be careful—"
Ye Shutong’s tears still clung to her face.
Her water-blue dharma robe had already slipped halfway off, revealing a breathtaking expanse of snow-white skin exposed to the biting wind. She had no idea what was happening, acting only on instinct, wanting to use her frail, delicate body to shield Ye Chen from this strike.
Her stunning face was filled with unreserved love and the desperate resolve of a sacrifice.
Ye Chen looked at her.
There was no emotion, no pain. In those usually gentle eyes, there was only an ice-cold calculation and the purest will to survive.
He lunged out, grabbing hold of Ye Shutong’s slender, supple waist with brutal force.
The strength in his fingers was savage, instantly leaving livid bruises on her pale skin.
"Senior brother?"
Ye Shutong froze for a moment, a flicker of confusion in her clear eyes.
The next moment.
"Get out of my way!"
A guttural roar, like a wild beast’s, tore from Ye Chen’s throat.
Instead of protecting her, he ruthlessly and mercilessly hurled her burning, fragile body forward—like a lifeless shield—
Straight into the falling black palm imprint and the icy giant sword from midair.
Bang!
Using this inhumanly violent thrust, Ye Chen’s body slid backward across the ground for dozens of zhang.
He didn’t even glance back at his beloved junior sister he had just thrown away.
His hands moved with practiced speed, crushing a bloodstone talisman reeking of gore.
A blood escape talisman.
Pfft! He spat out a mouthful of his own vital blood, his body transforming into a streak of bloodlight.
Like a complete coward, he plunged headfirst into the intricate maze of the Thousand Wall Stone Forest, vanishing without a trace in the blink of an eye.
Midair.
Ye Shutong was like a white butterfly with broken wings, flung into a meat grinder.
The raging palm wind and the piercing icy sword qi tore through what little remained of her protective true qi.
Crack!
The sickening sound of bones breaking echoed.
Ah——
Blood mixed with fragments of her internal organs burst from her pale lips.
Her water-blue dharma robe, already half-slipped, shattered into countless tragic cloth strips.
She landed like a discarded rag, crashing heavily onto the muddy, ice-littered shore.
The freezing mud instantly coated her trembling curves and fragile neck.
But the physical pain was nothing compared to the catastrophic collapse within her sea of consciousness.
Ye Shutong lay sprawled in the mud, her body convulsing uncontrollably.
Frost clung to her eyelashes, mixed with blood, blurring her vision.
She stared at the direction where Ye Chen had fled, her pure, beautiful face frozen in an expression more hopeless than death itself.
Why?
That warm, jade-like senior brother, who said he would protect her for lifetimes—the same one who had just moments ago "fought desperately" to block a strike for her—
Had personally thrown her into hell?
Cough... cough...
The collapse of her absolute faith made the core of her exquisite heart—her Seven Apertures Exquisite Heart—tremble violently.
She curled up in the mud, her chest heaving heavily, the skin flushing red from sheer terror and despair.
"Tsk, tsk, tsk. So this is your Righteous Alliance's so-called 'Haoran Sword Immortal'?"
A harsh, mocking, gravelly voice sounded above Ye Shutong.
The three assassins from the Hidden Abyss Pavilion had stabilized the half-step Core Formation sword spirit and surrounded her in a triangular formation, landing with icy cruelty.
The glow of their formation pinned the severely wounded Ye Shutong to the frozen mud.
The black-robed leader looked down at the half-naked beauty in the mud.
There was no lust in his murky eyes, only greed and longing for a rare medicinal ingredient.
"Using your own dual cultivation partner as a meat shield—even I, a demonic cultivator, am impressed by such low tactics," he said.
Another assassin let out a sinister chuckle, the stench of blood wafting from the "Soul Severing Needle" in his hand as it gleamed eerily in the moonlight.
"Little girl, your lover ran away. But no matter; leaving that Seven Apertures Exquisite Heart inside a fool like you is a waste."
As he spoke, he crouched down slowly.
His rough, cold assassin’s boot ruthlessly pressed down on Ye Shutong’s delicate ankle.
"Mmph..."
Ye Shutong let out a pained groan, her mud-stained foot tensing to its limit.
The enormous force pinned her down, helpless as a fish nailed to a chopping block, waiting to be butchered.
The assassin’s icy, bloodstained Soul Severing Needle glided slowly across her collar bone, smeared with filth.
The cold metal pressed against her soft, heaving skin.
"Don’t blame us for being heartless. Blame your good senior brother."
The assassin’s lips curled into a cruel grin.
"Hold still. This will hurt. Don’t move, or your beautiful body will die for nothing."
The tip of the Soul Severing Needle slowly pierced the snow-white, tender skin over her heart.
A single drop of bright red blood slid down, tragically beautiful along the curve of her skin.
Ye Shutong closed her eyes in despair.
Two streaks of bloody tears flowed from her eyes. She no longer struggled.
When grief surpasses all, the heart dies.
Clang—
Just as the Soul Severing Needle was about to fully pierce her chest,
Amid the roaring wind and clashing steel by the Cold Water Pond, an unusually crisp sound of collision rang out.
It wasn’t deafening.
But it made the three Hidden Abyss Pavilion assassins’ hair stand on end, like falling into an icy abyss.
The Soul Severing Needle aimed at Ye Shutong’s heart stopped dead in midair.
No matter how much the assassin channeled his spiritual power, the high-grade magic tool seemed rooted in place, unable to advance even a fraction.
Because.
His wrist had been caught, light as a feather, between two calloused fingers.
Dark red stone pillar shadows stretched like a tide, silently covering the muddy bank.
Gu Yang wore a cheap gray rogue cultivator’s hemp robe, his deep black eyes like ancient, unchanging ice.
He stood quietly beside the assassin, looking down at the man’s terrified face.
There was no sharp sword aura, no violent pressure.
Only an extreme coldness, as if from an abyss, viewing all living things as dead.
"Ye Chen’s wretched life, I want to keep."
Gu Yang’s thin lips parted slightly, his voice calm without a ripple.
His gaze swept past the sweat-drenched assassin, casually glancing at Ye Shutong lying in the mud, half-naked, her face frozen in despair.
"As for her."
The wisps of dark-golden flames at his fingertips flickered silently again, dyeing the Soul Severing Needle and the assassin’s wrist a glaring dark gold.
"She’s mine."
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."
] This is a dark fantasy-themed dating simulation game. The main gameplay involves containing various monster girls and investigating the truth of a world shrouded in mist alongside your companions. However, due to his love for the dark and bizarre atmosphere, Luo Wei ended up turning a dating game into a detective mystery game. Women? Women only slow down his quickdraw! To Luo Wei, the female leads in the game are more like tools to perfectly clear levels and squeeze out rewards. For Luo Wei, flirting with every girl he meets and then discarding them is standard procedure. Worried about characters losing affection points? No need. With his maxed-out charm stat, Luo Wei is practically a "human incubus." A little psychological manipulation and those points come right back. It's a bit scummy, but the paper cutout heroines in the game won't actually come at him with real cleavers. However... Luo Wei has transmigrated. He's accidentally entered the second playthrough of this game. His past actions have caused all the girls to transform into terrifying yanderes. Due to the game's setting, most of the heroines he once contained are "troubled girls." Obsessive, twisted, mentally unstable, all aggressive yanderes... The type who will kill you if they can't have you... Luo Wei wants to cry but has no tears left. "I really just want to survive..." In short, this is a story of battling wits and engaging in a love-hate relationship with yanderes.
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 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.
