Gu Yang paid absolutely no attention to the submission of this exquisite, delicate body.
His death-god-like eyes stared fixedly at the Sword Demon sub-entity inside Ji Shuanghua's body, which was being frantically refined by the strange fire.
"Strip."
Two extremely cold words escaped his thin lips.
His rough five fingers violently clawed deep into her dantian.
"Rip!"
Accompanied by an extremely ear-piercing sound of a soul tearing.
That pitch-black, foul-smelling Sword Demon sub-entity was completely frozen into a black shard of ice by the Nine Nether Soul-Locking Flame.
And the pure, flawless Heaven-rank supreme sword art essence enveloping it, radiating boundless heavenly might,
was exquisitely sliced off by the Great Sun True Fire.
"SquELCH."
Gu Yang's arm violently yanked outward.
Bringing with it an extremely bewitching splash of crimson blood.
Ji Shuanghua collapsed weakly onto the cold altar, like a pile of mud that had its spine extracted.
Her chest heaved violently, her warm breath carrying a trace of extreme euphoria from surviving a catastrophe.
And in the palm of Gu Yang's hand,
there was now a seven-colored ball of sword Dao essence light, emitting an extremely pure aura without any impurities.
Heaven-rank supreme cultivation method, acquired.
He ruthlessly flicked away a smear of warm blood staining the back of his hand.
His deep black eyes looked down into the depths of the giant pit with extreme disdain.
The seven-colored sword Dao essence in his hand radiated the ultimate pure, boundless heavenly might.
Gu Yang's abyss-like black eyes showed no ripples; he casually crushed it and patted it into his own dantian.
The Great Sun True Fire instantly devoured it, leaving not even a trace of residue.
Deep within the giant pit, that ten-thousand-zhang broken sword suddenly let out an extremely mournful, terrifying shriek that sounded like scraping bones!
"Ant—how dare you steal my essence!!!"
Seeing its plot completely exposed, the Sword Demon sub-entity frozen in Ji Shuanghua's body instantly fell into the most frantic rampage.
Since possession was hopeless, it would destroy this vessel!
"Rumble—!"
A burst of heretical demonic sword qi, so dense it condensed into black liquid, frantically surged upward through the underground array core like a volcanic eruption.
This power was too violent; wherever it passed, the dark red rocks along the way were annihilated inch by inch.
It headed straight for Ji Shuanghua, who was completely defenseless on the altar!
Ji Shuanghua's cold, white, jade-like delicate body convulsed violently.
Her meridians shattered inch by inch, and blinding blood surged frantically from her seven apertures, meandering into mournful bloodstains on her stunningly beautiful face.
She tilted her fragile neck back, emitting a hoarse, miserable howl from her throat like a trapped beast.
The corners of Gu Yang's thin lips curled into a bone-chillingly cruel smirk.
His rough, large hand, like iron shackles, tightly clamped onto Ji Shuanghua's life gate, forcefully pinning her in place.
This was the most perfect "biological transit station," how could it be easily scrapped?
Gu Yang didn't even turn his head; his free left hand reached back with extreme brutality.
"Come here."
Leaving no room for negotiation.
Su Lingyan's battered and broken delicate body was roughly dragged into the core of the array by him, like picking up a defenseless kitten.
The violent pulling completely tore her plain snow flowing immortal skirt up to the root of her thighs.
Large patches of breathtakingly snowy skin were exposed to the violent black demonic qi, instantly breaking out in fine, shivering goosebumps.
"Bang!"
Gu Yang firmly pressed Su Lingyan against Ji Shuanghua's back.
His rough fingertips craftily pierced into the incomplete seal of the Nine-Tailed Fox bone on her lower back.
"Open it all."
Gu Yang's breath held no warmth, yet it carried an absolute will capable of crushing her soul.
Su Lingyan abruptly raised her stunningly beautiful face, dripping with cold sweat.
In her pale glazed eyes, a bewitching crimson surged, intertwining extreme pain with a sick dependency.
Not only did she not resist, but she also extremely obediently and completely opened all her spiritual energy defenses to this brutal force.
[Living Sword Sheath], fully overloaded operation!
"Buzz—!"
The black, filthy demonic qi inside Ji Shuanghua's body, which was almost bursting her, seemed to have found an extremely fatal outlet.
Like a hundred rivers returning to the sea, it frantically surged into Su Lingyan's dantian along their tightly pressed cold, white skin.
The "Sin-Severing Demonic Sword," which had been suppressed in Su Lingyan's body for ten years, let out an extremely greedy cheer.
It was like a starving bottomless pit, swallowing up the brutal energy that could instantly cause a Golden Core cultivator to suffer qi deviation.
"Ugh..."
Su Lingyan trembled violently all over, her cold sweat-drenched nose hurriedly rubbing against the back of Gu Yang's hand.
That extreme contrast of being filled with an extremely evil power while being absolutely controlled by Gu Yang.
Made her long, straight legs subtly cross together uncontrollably.
But this was not enough.
The foundation accumulated by the Sword Demon over millions of years was too terrifying, and Ji Shuanghua's shattered jade sword bones had reached the critical point of total collapse.
Once this "main pipeline" exploded, all schemes would fall short of success.
Gu Yang's deep black eyes ruthlessly locked onto Lan Caidie, who was slumped at the edge of the altar.
"Life-Hanging Gu, give it to her."
Lan Caidie's bewitching face was pale as paper.
The Life-Hanging Gu was her life's foundation; once it left her body, her cultivation base would instantly drop by a major realm.
But under Gu Yang's almost tangible, freezing gaze.
The sick slavishness in her eyes, begging to be used and ruthlessly exploited, instantly overwhelmed all reason.
"This slave... obeys."
Lan Caidie crawled with extreme difficulty to the center of the altar.
That purple strapless short skirt rubbed against the cold ground, squeezing out breathtaking, plump flesh marks.
She violently bit her heart meridian, and a strange Gu insect, entirely dark gold in color, was spat out by her, mixed with boiling essence blood.
"Go."
The Life-Hanging Gu turned into a ray of golden light and precisely drilled into Ji Shuanghua's continuously bleeding glabella.
"Sizzle!"
Countless extremely fine golden spiritual energy threads, radiating rich vitality, frantically spread within Ji Shuanghua's body.
Like the most brilliant sutures, they forcibly stitched and pulled together her inch-by-inch broken meridians.
Severe pain.
Made Ji Shuanghua's ten fingers dig out ten mournful bloody marks on the hard stone slabs of the altar.
But under the forcible life-sustaining of this Gu insect, her physical body was forcefully stuck at the edge of collapse, stubbornly clinging to her last breath.
Three high and mighty stunning saintesses, the flawless white moonlights in the hearts of countless male cultivators in the Eastern Region.
At this moment, beneath this ten-thousand-zhang broken sword.
They were ruthlessly assembled by Gu Yang into a flesh and blood "water pump" with absolutely no dignity, seeking only maximum efficiency.
Gu Yang's hands were like manipulating the most precise instrument in this world.
The Great Sun True Fire and the Nine Nether Soul-Locking Flame frantically intertwined in his palms, forming a terrifying vortex capable of devouring everything.
The seventh layer Dao Platform, Exquisite Delusion-Breaking, clearly dissected the underground structure.
Gu Yang's gaze directly pierced through the ten-thousand-zhang rock layers.
Firmly locking onto the Sword Demon's dark red heart, as massive as a mountain, which was nailed dead deep within the array core.
"Borrowing your sword for a use."
ive and Ruthless] Before his transmigration, Ye Xuan was playing a game called "Severing Emotions to Attain the Dao." The game's core wasn't about leveling up by fighting monsters, but about conquering various "bad women" with wicked personalities and cold, fickle natures. There was only one method to conquer them: stay unwaveringly by their side, then die at a critical moment, driving them to madness after losing the protagonist. The higher their level of regret, the higher the player's score. To dominate the server, Ye Xuan conquered all the bad women. In the early stages, he showered them with boundless tenderness, only to choose to sacrifice himself for them later, making them weep bitterly and drown in regret. Among them were: Xia Lengyue, the unfaithful immortal wife who chased after powerful men and discarded her husband like trash. Ye Qingcheng, the Demonic Venerable of the Joyous Union Sect, who appeared pure and innocent but was, in reality, promiscuous. Wu Lingxiao, the Empress of the Great Xia Dynasty, who lusted after men and loved maintaining a harem. Bai Qiangu of the Endless Demonic Sect: a bloodthirsty mass murderer. However, when the protagonist transmigrated into the game world, he made a horrifying discovery. Eight hundred years had already passed. The bad women he had conquered had now each become deities and revered ancestors. Faced with the endless stream of toxic women coming for him, Ye Xuan could only rely on his god-tier acting skills to carve a path of survival through this world of treacherous women.
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.”
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."
Cheng's father told him he was getting remarried—to a wealthy woman. Cao Cheng realized his time had finally come: he was about to become a second-generation rich kid. Sure, it might be a watered-down version, but hey, at least he'd have status now, right? The wealthy woman also had four daughters!! Which meant, starting today, Cao Cheng gained four stunning older sisters?? But that wasn't even the whole story... "My name is Cao Cheng—'Cheng' as in 'honest, smooth-talking gentleman'!"
