Too strong.
This kind of absolute power suppression made her proud Sword Dao talent seem like a joke.
Gu Yang's expression was indifferent as his other hand skillfully reached for her waist.
"Rip—"
The silk ribbon tying her storage bag was violently torn off.
Ji Shuanghua could only watch helplessly.
Humiliation.
Powerlessness.
She glared fiercely at Gu Yang, her legs kicking helplessly in the air, her throat letting out broken, raspy gasps.
Gu Yang weighed the storage bag in his hand. After confirming that the divine sense imprint on it wasn't strong, he casually stuffed it into his robes.
Then.
He frowned.
When he tore off the storage bag just now, his fingers had accidentally been stained with the undried blood around Ji Shuanghua's waist, along with a few spots of black mud.
Gu Yang raised his eyelids, sweeping a glance over the snow-white Daoist robe on Ji Shuanghua's body. Although it was tattered, one could still tell its original fabric was of exceptional quality.
The next second.
He made a movement that caused Ji Shuanghua's soul to tremble.
Without loosening his grip on her neck, Gu Yang unhurriedly wiped his dirty right hand on the cleanest part of her Daoist robe.
His movements were calm and completely nonchalant.
It was as if he were using a piece of ragged cloth he had casually picked up.
Ji Shuanghua's eyes widened.
At this moment, her mind went completely blank from extreme shock.
What... what is he doing?
He is actually using my lifebound Dharma robe as a wiping rag?
That deep-seated contempt and disregard radiating from his very bones was like a rusty saw, viciously tearing apart her self-esteem.
He didn't treat her as the Holy Maiden of the Supreme Sword Sect.
He didn't treat her as a woman.
He didn't even... treat her as a human being.
Having wiped his hand clean, Gu Yang casually tossed her aside.
"Splash!"
Like a piece of trash, Ji Shuanghua was casually thrown into a nearby mud pit.
Muddy water splashed everywhere, dirtying half of her face.
Gu Yang didn't even spare her another glance, lacking even the interest to deal a finishing blow.
He turned around and stepped forward, walking toward the mist in the depths of the swamp.
It seemed that in his eyes, she was nothing more than a Passerby A, an ant not even worth wasting spiritual energy to kill.
...
In the mud pit.
Ji Shuanghua lay sprawled in the dirty water, her entire body trembling violently.
She gasped heavily, greedily breathing in the putrid air.
If it were in the past, she would definitely feel humiliated, enraged, and even swear to tear this person into ten thousand pieces.
But now...
"Thump, thump, thump."
Her heart was beating madly.
An unprecedented, numbing sensation like an electric current rushed straight from her tailbone to the crown of her head.
Mo Bufan tormented her because she was the lofty Holy Maiden, because Mo Bufan wanted to conquer her and trample her underfoot.
That was because, in Mo Bufan's eyes, she was a coveted prey.
But this man...
In his eyes, she was absolutely nothing.
That absolute disregard, that indifference of treating her as empty air, that sheer entitlement when using her as a rag...
"I... am actually just a rag?"
Used and then discarded?
Ji Shuanghua muttered to herself, her fingers digging fiercely into the black mud beneath her.
That sense of emptiness from being utterly ignored, treated as air, and having her dignity crushed to dust, was like the sharpest sword instantly piercing through her Dao Heart.
It hurt.
It truly hurt.
But within this extreme agony and baseness, her long-unyielding bottleneck - the Shattered Jade Sword Bone - actually let out a joyous tremor.
Crack.
It seemed something within her body had shattered.
And something else was growing anew from the ruins.
She raised her head. Those originally proud and aloof eyes were now filled with a murky haze and fanaticism.
She stared fixedly in the direction Gu Yang had disappeared, as if trying to carve that figure into the deepest depths of her soul.
"You look down on me..."
"You actually look down on me..."
A sickly, twisted smile curled at the corners of Ji Shuanghua's mouth as tears mixed with muddy water flowed down her face.
"I will become stronger."
"Until... I have the qualifications to make you look me in the eye just once, even if... it means dying under your sword."
...
Deep within the swamp.
Gu Yang was moving rapidly.
Suddenly, the void before his eyes slightly distorted, and a line of faint blue text popped out without warning.
[Ding, successfully intercepted purple destiny opportunity: Sword Slave Awakening.]
[Reward: 50 Destiny Points.]
[Current Talent Points: 200.]
Gu Yang's footsteps paused. Looking at the text on the light screen, a trace of oddity appeared on his usually calm face.
"?"
He glanced back at the mist behind him.
"This works too?"
He had obviously just committed a robbery and wiped his hands in passing.
Just how twisted is this woman?
"Whatever, never mind."
Gu Yang shook his head, tossing the matter to the back of his mind.
A hundred zhang ahead, a dilapidated stone pagoda, half-buried in the ground, was already faintly discernible in the mist.
The Primal Chaos Five Elements Lotus.
That was the only thing truly worthy of his attention.
...
Beneath the half-buried stone pagoda.
It was a gloomy corridor only wide enough for one person to pass through.
The surrounding rock walls were not artificially excavated but formed from the weathered bones of some unknown giant beast. They were icy cold to the touch, exuding a deathly stillness that seeped right into the marrow.
Gu Yang held his breath, closing all the pores on his body and suppressing his heartbeat to once per minute. His entire person seemed to merge with this ancient beast bone.
The deeper he went, the heavier the heart-palpitating pressure became.
That was a suppression stemming from the level of life itself.
Finally.
A bizarre streak of gray light appeared ahead.
Gu Yang stopped in his tracks and looked up.
Above his head was not rock, but a translucent, viscous membrane akin to amniotic fluid.
Above the membrane was the Primal Chaos Pool at the center of the Five Elements Extreme Land.
Within that membrane, the Primal Chaos Origin Liquid flowed slowly like a galaxy, emitting an aura of annihilation that made one's soul tremble.
Primal Chaos Origin Liquid.
At the very center of this mass of origin liquid, a palm-sized lotus flower, entirely cyan-gray in color, was quietly unfurling its petals.
It had no roots digging into the soil; instead, it grew countless fine white tentacles, greedily absorbing the surrounding Primal Chaos Qi.
Its lotus leaves were divided into five colors, and its stamen was like the stars.
The Primal Chaos Five Elements Lotus!
The final puzzle piece for the Heavenly Dao Foundation Establishment!
A trace of burning heat flashed through the depths of Gu Yang's eyes, but his body remained more steady than the coldest venomous snake.
But he did not move.
Like a stubborn rock that had existed since ancient times, he lay quietly dormant in the shadows beside the Five Elements Lotus.
He was calculating.
Not only calculating the angle to seize the treasure, but also calculating how to present the upcoming honored guest with an unforgettable grand gift.
He was waiting.
Waiting for the best audience.
...
...
A moment later.
A series of hurried and bloody footsteps, accompanied by suppressed coughing, came from behind.
"Cough, cough..."
"Damn it... just who was that bastard!"
He was currently in an extremely sorry state.
The originally washed-out blue shirt had long turned into strips of cloth. His entire body was a bloody mess, especially his right arm, which had been burned by the Golden Crow True Fire until only charred black bone remained.
With every step he took, black blood dripped down his trouser legs.
If not for the Demon Venerable's secret life-saving technique, he would have died in the Bone Rot Swamp long ago.
"Cut the crap!"
"As long as you obtain the Chaos Five Elements Lotus and forge a Heavenly Dao Foundation, what does this minor injury matter? When that time comes, reconstructing your physical body will take but a single thought, and every Heaven's Chosen of the Eastern Region will prostrate themselves at your feet!"
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.”
close your eyes and open them again, only to find yourself transmigrated into the role of a villainous male supporting character. Readers familiar with urban wish-fulfillment novels know that it is only through the relentless antics of the villainous male supporting character that the plot between the male and female leads can progress. As the villainous male supporting character, Long Aotian not only has to bully the female lead, harass the second female lead, and flirt with the third female lead, but he also has to go all out to antagonize the male lead. In the end, when his body is discovered, he is still clutching half a moldy fried dough stick in his hand. Fully aware of the plot, Long Aotian is determined to change his fate, starting with the female lead! In the beginning, the female lead lacks confidence: "Big brother, I hope I didn't scare you?" In the middle, the female lead treads carefully: "Brother Long, please don't hit me, okay?" Later on, the female lead becomes coquettishly clingy: "Aotian, it's time to pay the 'public grain' tonight." Long Aotian's legs go weak, and he feels like crying: "I taught you to be thick-skinned, not shameless!"
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."
ose... to cooperate with the protagonist! Shen Yuan: I have a system! Protagonist: What? System: Holy crap, you're just spilling it out like that? Shen Yuan: Let's team up, we'll split the system rewards! Protagonist: Fifty-fifty split? Shen Yuan: No way! Protagonist: What!? I'm the one getting beaten up, and I don't get half? Shen Yuan: Forty-sixty split, I get forty, you get sixty! Protagonist: Deal! Big brother, come on, hit me! As long as it doesn't kill me, beat me like you mean it! Shen Yuan: Don't worry... I will definitely protect all of you! No one but me can lay a finger on you! Guard our Heaven's Chosen Ones! I'm the only one allowed to bully them!
