High upon the platform, Sima Kui, the Hall Master of the Hall of Ultimate Bliss, scratched the fat on his chin, his rough, dark-red hands playing with a female cultivator's skull at his waist.
"Not bad. To have such cultivation at less than sixty years of bone age is rare among rogue cultivators."
Elder Huarong gently scraped the mahogany chair with her sharp nail guards, making a teeth-setting "creak."
"That girl Yaoyao is getting more and more skilled. I wonder what tricks she used to bewitch this fellow Daoist into throwing his life away and daring to enter the Yin-Yang Tomb?"
Lin Yaoyao covered her mouth and giggled, the soft curves visible through her sheer veil trembling with the movement.
"Elder jests. It's just a mutually agreeable transaction."
Her gaze swept over the crowd and accurately locked onto a red figure standing in the corner.
"Senior Sister Wanyin."
Lin Yaoyao's voice suddenly rose, carrying an eager sense of showing off and malice.
"The time is almost up. Senior Sister still refuses to reveal her helper. Could it be... that helper despised Senior Sister for losing her Exquisite Heart and fled overnight?"
The surrounding Hehuan Sect disciples immediately erupted into a burst of undisguised, roaring laughter.
Countless gazes filled with greed, disdain, and schadenfreude pierced toward that corner in unison.
Su Wanyin stood quietly in the shadows.
Dressed in a trailing true-red gown, she looked like a blazing fire.
Even though her cultivation had fallen to the early Foundation Establishment stage, and she had lost her proud Maiden's Exquisite Heart.
Yet at this moment, she possessed a beauty that brought a strong sense of suffocation.
It was an extremely domineering charm that seeped from her very marrow, having been thoroughly baptized by a supreme-tier Yang flame.
Her cold, fair skin shone with an incredibly fine luster, like a freshly peeled top-grade lychee.
Just standing there quietly, without a single strand of hair moving, the temperature of the surrounding air seemed to abruptly rise a few degrees.
Sima Kui's eyes instantly turned red, his Adam's apple bobbing violently.
He stared fixedly at the fragile neck exposed from Su Wanyin's red collar, looking as if he wished he could rush up and bite through her throat right then and there.
Su Wanyin ignored those wolfish gazes.
She turned slightly.
"Come out."
Low, even carrying a faint trace of indiscernible hoarseness.
Under everyone's watchful eyes, a man wearing a blue cloth robe and carrying a seemingly ordinary iron sword on his back slowly walked out from the shadows behind her.
No spiritual light protecting his body.
No magical treasures at his side.
Even his waist merely had an ordinary gourd casually tied with a straw rope.
Spiritual energy fluctuation... early Foundation Establishment stage.
It was exactly Gu Yang disguised as Mo Bufan.
Gu Yang coldly cupped his hands, "I am Mo Bufan!"
Dead silence.
A bizarre, dead silence lasting three breaths fell over the Flying Flower Terrace.
Then, it erupted into mocking laughter ten times more violent than before.
"Hahaha! This is the helper the former Holy Maiden found?"
"Could it be that Senior Sister is so desperate now that she even has to use such a lowly rogue cultivator for plucking?"
Lin Yaoyao laughed so hard she trembled, tears almost falling from her eyes.
"Senior Sister Wanyin, if you really can't find anyone, kneel down and beg me. I might be able to have my helper leave you with an intact corpse in the secret realm."
Facing the overwhelming humiliation.
Su Wanyin didn't even bat an eyelid.
Her entire attention was focused on the man beside her who had taken the alias "Mo Bufan."
Only Su Wanyin knew what kind of terrifying behemoth, capable of tearing the entire firmament apart, was hidden beneath this mediocre skin.
She lowered her eyelids slightly.
Her dense eyelashes trembled violently, casting a dark shadow under her eyes.
An indescribable heat rushed madly up her spine.
She subconsciously leaned half an inch toward the man.
Just half an inch.
Their sleeves rubbed together, making an extremely faint rustling sound.
Through the rough linen, she could clearly feel the terrifying heat radiating from the man, restrained to the utmost limit yet so domineering it made her legs weak.
That was the residual warmth of the Great Sun True Fire, capable of reducing all things to ashes.
Su Wanyin's breathing instantly skipped a beat.
A fine layer of sweat beaded on the tip of her nose, and her originally cold-white earlobes now flushed with a breathtaking crimson.
In everyone's eyes, the formerly high and mighty Holy Maiden of the Hehuan Sect was now trembling all over due to despair and humiliation.
But if anyone could get close enough, they would notice.
Her tense insteps arched slightly beneath her red skirt, tightly gripping the soles of her shoes.
Just thinking about this man with absolute power, now standing beside her in this lowly disguise.
Just thinking that this man-eating monster was willing to put on this shackle named "Mo Bufan" just for her.
Su Wanyin felt that the newly reshaped "Extreme Yang Charm Body" inside her was about to completely melt.
...
"The rules are simple. Inside the Yin-Yang Tomb, life and death are up to fate."
Sima Kui's rough voice sounded like sandpaper rubbing together as he casually crushed a voice-transmitting jade slip.
"Seven days later, the one who walks out alive with the most Yin Fiend Beads will be the new Holy Maiden of my Hehuan Sect!"
Elder Huarong's withered fingers suddenly pierced the void and tore outward fiercely.
"Rip—"
Accompanied by the teeth-setting sound of tearing silk, a pitch-black rift about a Zhang wide formed in the sky above the Flying Flower Terrace.
A thick, foul Yin wind, mixed with the smell of rotting flesh and stale blood, instantly poured out.
There was no unnecessary nonsense.
The several powerful elders on the high platform simultaneously waved their large sleeves, their violent spiritual energy forming invisible giant hands.
Like dumping a pile of foul-smelling dead meat, they roughly swept the dozen or so candidate Holy Maidens and their helpers toward that pitch-black rift.
The moment the feeling of weightlessness hit, the surroundings plunged into absolute darkness.
Violent spatial turbulence scraped across their skin like blades.
In the midst of the chaos, Su Wanyin desperately reached back and tightly grabbed the cuff of Gu Yang's rough linen clothing.
She even took the opportunity to press her scalding back tightly against the man's broad, hard chest.
The faint smell of soap on the man, mixed with the domineering and blazing pure Yang aura, instantly enveloped her.
Su Wanyin closed her eyes, her rapid, warm breath hitting the dark void.
Her delicate body trembled uncontrollably during the violent fall.
"Bang! Bang bang!"
A series of dull thuds of heavy objects hitting the ground rang out.
Under the ashen sky was an endless expanse of dark red permafrost.
The ground was covered with remains and dry bones accumulated over who knows how many years, making a chilling crunch when stepped upon.
Gu Yang landed steadily on his feet.
Su Wanyin used the strength of his arm to steady herself, quickly adjusting her messy red skirt.
The blurred look in her eyes instantly turned into cold killing intent.
Because as soon as they landed, Lin Yaoyao, leading seven or eight demonic cultivators, surrounded them like hyenas smelling blood.
Ye Chen, disguised as a blue-shirted rogue cultivator, stood several Zhang away; deep within his compassionate eyes, his divine sense locked onto Su Wanyin like a poisonous snake.
"Senior Sister Wanyin, the rule of this Yin-Yang Tomb is that life and death are up to fate."
Lin Yaoyao stood barefoot upon the skull, the silver bells around her ankle jingling. She giggled sweetly and pointed at Gu Yang.
"Get on your knees, you watchdog, and I might just leave your corpse intact."
] [Lone Wolf, No Male Gaze] [Protagonist is pursued early on; extreme protagonist-stans, stay away!] The "Carnival Paradise" descends and slowly devours the real world in the form of a game. By chance, Zhu Yan awakens the talent [Roleplay], becoming one of the first beta players. He thought he could develop safely, but after clearing the first instance, he is branded by humanity as the chief culprit behind the game's spread—a traitorous villain. A villain? Who would ever... become one! He'll be the villain! From then on, Zhu Yan is not only a player but also a lackey for the Carnival Paradise. Between the straight path and the crooked path, he chooses the con. With his left hand, he dons the villain's mantle, staging scenes within instances, infuriating players who decry him as a despicable traitor, all while the game happily promotes him. With his right hand, he joins the non-human organization "Fangcun Mountain," which opposes the Carnival Paradise, transforming into a mysterious player who slaughters game bosses, earning cheers of "Long live the expert!" from fellow players. Gradually, Zhu Yan rises to become an S-rank human player in Fangcun Mountain's archives, while also being the Carnival Paradise's certified top game Boss. But when the final war erupts and both major factions place their hopes in him— Players tag his various aliases: "Experts, this offensive depends on you." The Carnival Paradise's supreme Boss throws an arm around his neck: "Bro, you're the iron, I'm the steel; you can't let me down again!"
ap a wealthy young lady? Or else I'll be eliminated by the system? Ye Feng, who awakened the Kidnapper System, originally wanted to live a peaceful life but never imagined he would become a kidnapper of young women. However, after some time, he discovered that all the girls the system ordered him to kidnap were far from ordinary. "Big brother Ye Feng~ You've kidnapped my heart, and now you're not allowed to leave me ever again~" "Ye Feng~ You kidnapped me back then, now it's my turn to capture you♡" "Little Feng, you're mine! You can only be mine!" "Ye Feng, none of them deserve you. Only I love you the most♡" ... This is madness, they've all gone mad! Wait, what? Why are all the girls I kidnapped yanderes?!
g Yu was preparing for retirement when her organization decided to eliminate her. She transmigrated to a zombie apocalypse world. However, a tiny unexpected situation occurred: She somehow transformed into an adorable little girl?!
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."
