And the most hidden Sword Demon sub-body concealed in the Heaven-rank sword art would complete its perfect parasitism the instant Ji Shuanghua let down all her defenses and fused with it in her most unguarded state.]
The intelligence was extremely detailed, even including the absolute coordinates of the Sword Demon sub-body's invasion into the meridians.
A very dangerous dark golden stream of light flashed past the depths of Gu Yang's eyes.
A live breeding farm? Parasite eggs?
In this man-eating cultivation world, there really was no such thing as a pie falling from the sky.
Behind all the holiness and grace, the marked prices were all bone-crushing and marrow-sucking exploitation.
But so what.
Gu Yang's rough, large hand very casually rubbed the pad of his finger.
Stripping the parasitic soul power, forcefully taking the pure cultivation method.
As long as he was bold enough and his knife was fast enough, he could still forcefully carve out a piece of meat from this ancient Demon Venerable.
Ahead.
Ji Shuanghua struggled with extreme difficulty, using her natal longsword covered in cracks to support herself on the ground, and stood up unsteadily.
That frost-white magic robe had long been reduced to a few strips of rags, barely covering her breathtaking curves.
Large patches of cold, white, jade-like skin were covered with poignant bloodstains cut by the crystal walls.
Sweat mixed with thick blood slowly slid down her long, straight legs and into her boots.
Her originally cold and aloof eyes were now filled with an extremely twisted, fanatical scarlet.
She didn't even dare to look back at Gu Yang.
She submissively dragged her almost shattered delicate body and walked step by step toward the array core altar of the ten-thousand-zhang broken sword.
"Clang——!"
Ji Shuanghua suddenly bit the tip of her tongue and resolutely sprayed a mouthful of boiling heart essence blood onto the rust of the broken sword.
Shattered Jade Sword Bone, fully activated without reservation!
"Rumble——!!!"
The entire giant meteorite crater began to tremble violently.
The dim and oppressive sky overhead, like a piece of rag violently torn apart, suddenly split open with a terrifying void fissure ten thousand zhang long.
A vast and boundless majestic sword intent, as if it could cut through the river of time, poured down from the fissure.
It turned into an extremely dazzling seven-colored stream of light, heading straight for Ji Shuanghua's glabella!
The inheritance descends!
A deeply devout and intoxicated expression appeared on Ji Shuanghua's beautiful, bloodstained face.
She slowly closed her eyes and opened her arms.
At this moment, she completely and unreservedly opened the Golden Core barrier and the spiritual sea defenses within her body to that stream of light.
But beneath this extremely sacred appearance.
An extremely brutal flesh-and-blood reconstruction was frantically taking place underground.
At the edge of the giant crater, the corpses of those rogue cultivators and orthodox sect disciples who had been strangled by the sword qi suddenly began to squirm violently.
"Gurgle... gurgle..."
Amidst the spine-chilling sound of dissolving flesh and blood.
Hundreds and thousands of corpses, along with the spiritual energy in their bodies, instantly turned into an extremely thick, dark red mudslide exuding a pungent stench!
This torrent of flesh and blood, like thousands of greedy leeches, poured down madly along the rock walls of the giant crater.
Following the extremely tiny crevices under the broken sword, it continuously injected into the massive ancient stomach pouch deep underground.
The dark red rust on the surface of the broken sword seemed to come alive, greedily sucking on this sumptuous bloody meal.
In that seven-colored stream of light descending from the sky.
An extremely hidden scarlet demonic shadow, which even divine sense could not capture, was baring its extremely ferocious fangs along the trajectory of the inheritance.
It accurately locked onto Ji Shuanghua's completely open, undefended warm dantian.
Soon.
This perfect physical body possessing the top-grade Shattered Jade Sword Bone would become its top-tier cauldron and skin after its rebirth.
Half a breath.
That stream of light was only half an inch away from Ji Shuanghua's glabella.
Gu Yang moved.
Without using the slightest fluctuation of spiritual energy, without stirring up the slightest ripple of sword qi.
Netherworld Dao Platform, Netherworld Shadow Evasion.
His tall and straight body, exuding terrifying extreme yang vitality, instantly turned into a semi-spiritual ghost merging into the void.
Ignoring the terrifying heavy pressure around him that was enough to shatter magic treasures.
Like teleportation, he appeared extremely abruptly right behind Ji Shuanghua's unguarded delicate body.
"Rip!"
That was the slight sound of extremely rough fabric rubbing against the air.
Gu Yang's large hand with thick calluses suddenly thrust out.
He didn't draw his sword.
Nor did he have the slightest hesitation of showing tenderness to a woman.
Like the most brutal battering ram, he unreasonably clenched his hand into a sharp palm knife.
"Pfft——!!!"
A scalp-numbing muffled sound of flesh and blood.
Gu Yang's entire right palm drove straight in extremely brutally from the cold, white, fragile lower back of Ji Shuanghua!
Forcefully piercing through her physical body that had already removed all defenses, he accurately and deadly locked onto the core of her dantian qi sea!
"Ugh, ah——!!!"
An extremely high-pitched, miserable scream erupted from Ji Shuanghua's throat.
The tattered magic robe completely slipped off at this moment.
Large areas of cold, white, smooth skin were exposed under the extremely blinding seven-colored sword light.
But the more terrifying part was yet to come.
"Boom!"
Gu Yang's abyss-like black eyes showed no ripples.
Within his palm, two extremely extreme flames erupted simultaneously!
The extreme yang and extreme firm Great Sun True Fire, as domineering as magma.
The extreme yin and extreme cold Nine Nether Soul-Locking Flame, as if it could freeze the soul.
One red and one black, two diametrically opposed terrifying spiritual energies, followed Gu Yang's roughly inserted five fingers, like two furious dragons.
Unreasonably and illogically rushing into Ji Shuanghua's fragile and slender meridians!
The heaven-rank sword art stream of light descending from the sky fissure had just touched Ji Shuanghua's glabella.
The Sword Demon sub-body hidden within it let out an extremely shrill, silent scream.
It had just tried to lurk down along the meridians.
What it crashed head-on into was Gu Yang's ultimate twin strange flames, which burned indiscriminately, frantically scorching Ji Shuanghua's meridians along with it!
"Hiss, hiss, hiss——!"
The Sword Demon sub-body, like a maggot falling into a boiling oil pan, struggled and twisted frantically within Ji Shuanghua's body.
It attempted to devour flesh and blood to resist the flames, but the soul true damage attached to the Great Sun True Fire ruthlessly stripped it layer by layer.
The Nine Nether Soul-Locking Flame deadly locked off its retreat.
The extreme high temperature and absolute deep cold frantically clashed within Ji Shuanghua's body.
The meridians were burned away inch by inch, and then forcefully repaired inch by inch by the terrifying vitality of the Great Yi Fortune Platform.
Sweat seeped from her cold, white skin like a rainstorm, wrapping her whole body wetly.
Pain.
Pain to every corner of the depths of her soul.
But what was extremely absurd was.
She didn't resist.
Even, she tilted her beautiful face backward with extreme difficulty.
She submissively, and even with a trace of hidden craving, pressed her cold, white, fragile neck close to Gu Yang's broad chest, which was exuding terrifying high temperatures.
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."
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.
for mindless slaughter, this isn't for you.] My name is Ye Shu, and I'm a transmigrator. It seems I'm supposed to be the protagonist, but that feels pretty unlikely. This world has been invaded by a system. The antagonists on the other side have suddenly become pure, flawless saints. The female leads have been force-fed the so-called "original plot," making them think they've been reborn. Now, everyone thinks I'm scum. Including the old lady in my ring. And here I am, in the Monster Beast Mountain Range, braising pork. To put my situation in perspective— It's as if, the moment Xiao Yan stepped into the Monster Beast Mountain Range, the Soul Emperor already knew he would become the Flame Emperor, and Yao Lao had been turned to the enemy's side. I have nothing right now. Oh wait, that's not true. I do have a white-haired loli child-bride who's the Heavenly Dao, and her only skill is acting cute. So, tell me guys... what are my chances of making it to the end?
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.”
