A dozen or so demonic cultivators, including several Foundation Establishment deathsworn under Lin Yaoyao, descended into total madness like a pack of hyenas catching the scent of blood, swarming toward the altar in an overwhelming wave.
There was no need for organization at all. Faced with absolute profit and the illusion that the demonic beast was heavily injured, they willingly rushed forward to their deaths, one after another.
Ye Chen stood quietly in place, not taking a single step back, nor a single step forward.
With his hands tucked into his sleeves, the corners of his mouth slowly curled into a gentle, compassionate arc.
...
Directly beneath the altar.
Ten zhang deep within the subterranean rock layer.
Gu Yang maintained the semi-transparent state of his Nether Shadow Evasion, quietly suspended within the earth.
He tilted his head up, his gaze piercing through the altar's spirit jade, taking in everything above.
"Using a colorless and odorless soul-extinguishing poison to trigger the reverse flow of the demonic beast's vitality, then using sword qi to stimulate the spirit fruit's fragrance, creating the illusion that it is about to ripen..."
A trace of extreme calmness flashed through Gu Yang's deep black eyes.
"Not a single wasted word, no forceful showing off. With just two tiny actions, he exploited their greed, turning everyone into willing stepping stones."
This was the Dao Child of the Dao One Sect.
However.
This played exactly into Gu Yang's hands.
The roots were right above his head.
Gu Yang did not move, like a lifeless stone, waiting with extreme patience for the climax of this bloody banquet.
...
Rumble!
Above the altar, a sudden change occurred!
Right at the instant the first demonic cultivator's fingertips were about to touch the demonic snake's scales.
The Twin-Headed Yin-Yang Snake, which had been biting itself and seemingly on its last breath, suddenly released its jaws.
Its blood-red vertical pupils, its ferocity thoroughly ignited by the Blood-Igniting Incense, revealed a cruelty that chilled one to the bone.
It was a trap!
Puchi!
A bloody maw instantly snapped open like a black hole, biting the leading rogue cultivator directly in half at the waist!
A rain of blood poured down from the sky.
The hissing of venom corroding bones, agonizing screams, and the shattering of magical artifacts intertwined, transforming the area into a living hell.
Gulp... Gulp...
The black and white vine, like greedy blood vessels, frantically sucked up the essence blood of these Foundation Establishment cultivators.
The chaotic luster on the fruit's surface began to separate into distinct colors at a speed visible to the naked eye.
An incense stick's time later.
There was no longer a single living demonic cultivator on the altar.
The deathsworn brought by Lin Yaoyao were all dead. She herself had been swept by the demonic snake's tail, shattering most of the bones in her body, and fell like a broken gunny sack onto the frozen earth in the distance, her life or death unknown.
Hiss...
The Twin-Headed Yin-Yang Snake had also reached the end of its strength.
One of its heads had even been blinded by an explosion, its aura withering to the extreme.
As for the Yin-Yang Creation Fruit.
After sucking dry the essence blood covering the ground, it suddenly erupted with a blinding burst of black and white light!
A perfect Taiji pattern flowed across it.
One hundred percent! It was completely ripe!
In the shadows.
Ye Chen finally moved.
The mediocre disguise on his face had faded at some unknown point, revealing his true appearance—a man in clothes whiter than snow, possessing peerless, handsome features.
"Vile beast, your mission is over."
With a slight flip of his wrist, the simple and unadorned sword Compassion let out a clear dragon's roar.
Clang!
Ye Chen bit the tip of his tongue, spitting a mouthful of pale gold lifeblood onto the sword's edge.
The sword's radiance surged by dozens of zhang, transforming into a heaven-cleaving, righteous sword qi that crashed down with the power to tear through everything!
Hiss—
The Twin-Headed Yin-Yang Snake didn't even have the strength to dodge, and was directly cleaved in two at its seven-inch weak point!
Demonic blood rained down like a waterfall.
Ye Chen gasped heavily, his face pale as paper, but a storm of fanaticism was now brewing in his eyes, which had always been as placid as an ancient well.
Borrowing a knife to kill, sacrificing the demons, playing all his trump cards!
All of this calculation and endurance finally paid off at this moment.
Without hesitation, he dropped his longsword, tapped his toes, and lunged toward the fruit radiating a fatal temptation like a great roc spreading its wings.
His slender, fair fingers trembled slightly from extreme excitement.
Ten inches.
Five inches.
One inch.
In the ten-thousandth of a split second before Ye Chen's fingertips could touch that perfect fruit!
Swish—
The Yin-Yang Creation Fruit was suddenly yanked downward, as if tightly gripped by an invisible ghostly hand from beneath the earth.
Along with the entire vine, it instantly vanished beneath the hard stone slabs of the altar!
It disappeared into thin air!
Ye Chen's fingers stiffly grasped at a clump of blood-scented air.
Dead silence.
Even the wind seemed to freeze completely at this moment.
Ye Chen's stiff fingers hovered in mid-air, still maintaining a grasping posture.
His fingertips were only a hair's breadth away from the melted, pitch-black hole.
The exotic fragrance that could have completely reborn him was dissipating bit by bit through the hole into the biting cold air.
Right under his nose.
From the depths of that hole, a trace of withered yellow residue was swept up by the astral wind.
It fluttered down, landing with extreme mockery on Ye Chen's spotless, snow-white robe.
Boom!
Ye Chen's mind went absolutely blank for a moment.
He could not hear the wind, nor the churning of the sea of blood.
Only an emotion called absurdity tightly strangled his neck like a venomous snake.
"Who...?!"
A roar, wretched to the extreme and resembling a dying beast, instantly tore through the core of the Yin-Yang Tomb!
Ye Chen's gentle and compassionate mask completely shattered, his handsome features twisting like a demon from the Nine Nethers.
He frantically sent his divine sense underground, his hands bombarding the black and white spirit jade of the altar like a madman.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Shards of supreme-grade spirit jade flew wildly, cutting his cheeks and oozing glaring streaks of blood.
What answered him was not a fearful retreat.
But rather, ten zhang deep underground, a transformation that was violent to the extreme.
The moment the Yin-Yang Creation Fruit entered his stomach, there was no gentle melting sensation.
There was only a terrifying tearing sensation, as if he had swallowed an entire scalding mudslide.
The violent black and white torrent violently exploded within Gu Yang's dantian qi sea.
The creation power of extreme yin and extreme yang transformed into tens of thousands of sharp, invisible carving knives, frantically slicing at the barriers of his meridians.
Gu Yang sat cross-legged, suspended in the freezing dirt, his face as cold and hard as iron.
Cold sweat had barely beaded on his forehead before it was instantly evaporated into white mist by the out-of-control high temperature within his body.
He didn't even furrow his brow.
The Great Sun Heaven-Burning Sutra was pushed to an unprecedented limit.
Deep within his qi sea.
The first layer, the Chaotic Lotus Platform; the second layer, the Yin-Yang Glazed Platform; the third layer, the Crimson Blood Imperishable Platform; the fourth layer, the Nether Dao Platform.
The four towering phantoms simultaneously erupted with deafening hums.
Four entirely different suppressive forces, like four sea-calming divine needles, tightly locked down the frenzied dragon of creation that attempted to run rampant.
"Condense," Gu Yang let out a low, emotionless growl in his heart.
The extreme, brilliant gold of the Great Sun True Fire and the deep pitch-black of the Nine Nether Soul-Locking Flame were unhesitatingly used as firewood by him.
The dual heavenly flames intertwined, frantically burning the cluster of black and white spiritual liquid hovering at the very top of his qi sea.
Crack... Crack...
y came from. The chests contained supplies, currency, class-change scrolls, skills, talents… and even godhood! The laws of the world were completely rewritten. This became a world where everyone gambled with their fate! Some people, despite having nothing, opened a divine artifact and rose to the top, eventually ruling the world. Others went bankrupt, opened nothing but worthless junk, and leaped from skyscrapers in despair. Lin Ye arrived in this world from another reality, utterly bewildered. “What is going on? Why is everyone a gambling addict?!” “Opening chests? No way. I refuse to gamble. I’ll start with myself!” Until— On his first chest, he obtained a Mythic Talent: Void Incarnation! He could become completely intangible, pass through all things, and reduce everything to nothingness! … On his fiftieth chest, he obtained a Mythic Weapon: Blade of Karma! With a single slash, karma shattered, twisting the universe and overturning the myriad phenomena of creation! … On his ninety-ninth chest, he obtained a Mythic Divine Treasure: Primordial Purple Energy! It could split open the heavens and earth, create all things, and evolve countless worlds with a single thought! Lin Ye: “Now that I think about it… shouldn’t someone have told me that every chest is guaranteed to contain something Mythic?!”
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...
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'!"
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?"
