The upside-down silver water flow tore frantically at their sides, emitting a deafening roar.
Gu Yang stepped on the void rubble, like a weightless gray shadow, landing with extreme precision on the edge of a massive floating boulder.
This was the necessary path to the breeding ground of the Boundless Void Nether Stones, and the only absolutely safe foothold in this chaotic gravity field.
However, the air was filled with a thick, unyielding smell of dried blood.
Several dried corpses of rogue cultivators, completely drained of their spiritual energy and vitality, were like ruined shadow puppets.
They were firmly pierced through the collarbones by several thick scarlet blood chains, swaying bizarrely upwards in an inverted manner.
"Clap, clap, clap."
A very slow, condescending round of applause came from the depths of the boulder.
In the liquid sword qi rolling backwards all over the sky, a massive array woven by countless scarlet flying swords, like a blooming man-eating flower, roared into operation.
The true inheritor of the Supreme Sword Sect, Xue Jianming.
He wore a luxurious dharma robe embroidered with the Taiji diagram, looking down from above at the three people who had just found their footing.
In those narrow eyes, a highly cruel and greedy gloomy light flickered.
"I wondered what kind of crossing-river dragon could stroll so leisurely in such a desperate situation."
Xue Jianming's gaze brazenly bypassed Gu Yang, firmly staring at the ragged, blood-stained, cold figure behind him.
"So you're riding the coattails of the Heavenly River Sword Sect's Great Saintess Su."
He licked his chapped lips.
Su Lingyan's riddled, delicate body trembled violently.
"Blood Devouring Sword Array, seal!"
Xue Jianming suddenly crushed a talisman, and the chaotic sword qi around the boulder instantly ran wild, turning into an airtight scarlet sword net, completely sealing off all routes of retreat.
"Boy, I don't care who you are."
Xue Jianming picked up a scarlet sword gleam with his fingertips, like a judge ruling over life and death. "Leave those two top-quality cauldrons behind, and this young master will show great mercy and leave you an intact corpse."
Facing this deadly trap capable of strangling a Foundation Establishment peak cultivator.
A highly tyrannical and fierce light instantly burst from the depths of Lan Caidie's eyes.
Her slender, soft waist suddenly arched, and the muscles of her long legs tensed.
The remaining cold Gu poison in her body boiled madly, about to forcibly activate her natal Gu.
"Clang."
A large hand with rough calluses, like iron pincers, pressed extremely steadily onto her exposed, rounded shoulder.
No spiritual energy was used.
But that blazing aura of absolute suppression, like an ancient fierce beast, instantly suppressed the violent Gu poison in Lan Caidie's body.
Lan Caidie's whole body went soft, and that desperate ruthlessness vanished instantly.
She submissively raised that alluring face, her breathing becoming extremely cautious.
Gu Yang stood with his hands behind his back.
His deep black eyes were like a dry well, quietly watching the wildly exposed Xue Jianming and that murderous Blood Devouring Sword Array.
He didn't draw his sword, nor did he activate the Great Sun True Fire.
He didn't even utter a single superfluous word, merely turning sideways in an extremely casual manner.
That large hand that had just comforted Lan Caidie drew a cold, hard arc in midair with extreme smoothness.
It grabbed Su Lingyan's cold, white, fragile back of the neck, proud as a swan.
"Ugh!"
Su Lingyan's pupils shrank suddenly, and a highly suppressed cry of pain escaped her throat.
Gu Yang's fingers showed no tender affection for a woman.
The rough pads of his fingers firmly gripped her meridians, like grasping a chick that could be crushed to death at any moment, even leaving several glaring red marks.
In the extremely weak instant when no one had time to react.
The muscles in Gu Yang's arm suddenly bulged, like discarding a worthless, broken meat shield.
He extremely brutally threw Su Lingyan, whose spiritual energy was completely stalled.
Fiercely hurling her toward the core of Xue Jianming's frantically operating Blood Devouring Sword Array!
The strong wind howled shrilly past her ears.
The intense feeling of weightlessness, mixed with the terrifying pressure of the Blood Devouring Sword Array that could slice a person to pieces, instantly overwhelmed all of Su Lingyan's senses.
That tattered Plain Snow Flowing Immortal Skirt fluttered wildly in the astral wind.
The wound at the base of her thigh was torn by the sword qi, and scalding blood fell like broken beads into the inverted void.
Su Lingyan opened her pale glazed eyes in extreme despair.
Watching that man dressed in gray, cold as a demon god, getting further and further away from her.
In the face of the absolute interests of life and death, this body of hers, coveted by thousands, was ultimately just a burden that could be used at any time to test the waters and block disasters.
But what was extremely absurd.
In this deadly trap capable of tearing her to pieces, Su Lingyan's riddled heart didn't breed the slightest resentment toward Gu Yang.
Instead, a trace of almost liberating, desolate relief welled up.
Dying by the hands of that extremely cold man, being personally offered up as a sacrifice by him.
It was always better than falling into the hands of that disgusting hypocrite opposite her and suffering all kinds of humiliation.
She closed her eyes extremely slowly, extremely weakly.
Her long eyelashes trembled violently in the bloody strong wind, and the tip of her nose, oozing cold sweat, revealed a heartbreaking fragility.
"Hahaha! A wise man submits to circumstances! You know the rules, boy!"
Xue Jianming looked at Su Lingyan flying into the array like a kite with a broken string, the fanaticism in his eyes completely overwhelming the last trace of reason.
This was the Heavenly River Saintess renowned in the Eastern Region! Such top-quality primordial yin was enough to let him directly step into the half-step Golden Core stage!
He didn't hesitate to form hand seals, extremely arrogantly withdrawing the sturdiest defensive barrier directly in front of the sword array.
The vigorous spiritual energy turned into several scarlet tentacles, impatiently and firmly wrapping toward that fragrant, soft, delicate body.
Just at the instant those scarlet tentacles greedily touched Su Lingyan's cold skin!
"Buzz—!!!"
A highly suppressed, ancient, and extremely tyrannical Supreme Nine Yin Qi unexpectedly detonated from within Su Lingyan's body!
The phantom of a snow-white fox tail suddenly bloomed at her extremely fragile lower back.
Xue Jianming was overjoyed, suspecting nothing at all, and immediately activated his devouring secret technique, frantically inhaling that highly pure extreme yin qi into his body.
The moment it was inhaled into his meridians, Xue Jianming's wildly laughing face froze in a highly bizarre manner.
There was no ecstatic yin-yang union.
There was no spiritual energy empowerment that caused his cultivation base to soar.
Within that Supreme Nine Yin Qi that seemed extremely cold, there was highly secretly wrapped a trace.
Compressed to the extreme, deep as a black hole, dark gold flowing flame!
That was the Great Sun True Fire that Gu Yang, at the instant he grabbed the back of Su Lingyan's neck, using her unhindered fox bone meridians as a "carrier."
Extremely viciously, extremely precisely, sent into the core of Xue Jianming's defenseless array!
This "living sword scabbard" carefully nurtured by the Heavenly River Sword Sect had become a perfectly disguised deadly poisoned bait in Gu Yang's hands!
"Sizzle—Boom!!!"
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...
lities. One day, Qi Yuan was buying groceries when he unfortunately came face-to-face with a monster. Just when he thought he was going to die on the spot, he suddenly heard the monster's thoughts... "This aura, he's definitely not an ordinary master!" "So terrifying, so terrifying." "A fight with my back against the wall, I can't take it anymore." Qi Yuan: Ah, no one told me that my awakened ability isn't telepathy, but rather the stronger my enemies imagine me to be, the stronger I truly become. PS: Zhou Hai in the first chapter is not the protagonist.
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.”
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?"
