"Hmph!"
"A beast is a beast. I spared your life, yet you do not know how to cherish it?" Facing the majestic lion king before her, Feng Mengli showed no fear.
In her previous life, she had suffered a great loss at the hands of this beast, but that did not mean she would repeat the same mistake in this life.
The superiority of a reincarnator gave her foresight as if she had opened her heavenly eye.
The lion king's weaknesses and strengths were all crystal clear to her.
Her previous retreat without a fight was only out of fear that the lecher Ye Shu would take the opportunity to escape. Now that both were here, she would simply kill them together.
However, she had calculated everything, but missed exactly one thing.
And this one thing was enough to plunge her into a bottomless abyss.
That was—Ye Shu's decisiveness!
Just as Feng Mengli's eyes turned cold and she prepared to strike, Ye Shu's remaining right hand suddenly formed a hand seal, bringing up a flurry of flesh and blood fragments.
Immediately after, the Xiongyuan Sword let out a fierce, trembling hum.
Following that—
Bang!!!!
The Xiongyuan Sword............ shattered!
"How is this possible?!!"
Feng Mengli looked at her right hand in disbelief. Before she could react, a blinding white light erupted from the shattered Xiongyuan Sword!
Boom!!!!!
A terrifying spiritual pressure instantly pierced the sky, and the violent sound of the explosion echoed throughout the entire Magical Beast Mountain Range.
Crack crack crack!
The surrounding trees snapped and shattered like paper in the terrifying shockwave! Caught off guard, Feng Mengli's sword-holding right hand, along with half of her arm, was instantly swallowed by the turbulent flow of violent spiritual energy! She let out a muffled groan and rapidly retreated. Her white dress was once again stained with blood, and her mangled right arm hung loosely from her shoulder, bleeding profusely!
"You......!!!"
She looked at Ye Shu in disbelief.
Those cold eyes finally revealed a trace of terror.
How could this person be so willing to sacrifice it?
"How was this firework?"
Ye Shu raised his head, a mocking smile appearing on his battered face.
An Earth-tier top-grade spiritual sword had been set off like a firework by him.
What kind of decisiveness was this?
What kind of ruthlessness!
"Doesn't his heart ache at all?" Before Feng Mengli could think about it, a purple figure suddenly appeared before her eyes. With a foul-smelling giant maw, it viciously bit down!
The Amethyst Lion King seized this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity!
Feng Mengli was heavily injured with a broken arm, her mind currently reeling. By the time she reacted, the lion king was already upon her, its fangs capable of crushing metal biting straight down!
"Ah!!!!"
Feng Mengli let out a shrill scream. Her already heavily injured right arm was bitten firmly by the lion king. She had no choice but to make a desperate sacrifice, forming her left hand into a knife and viciously chopping down on her own right shoulder!
Squelch!
Blood instantly spurted out, but Feng Mengli did not hesitate at all, rapidly retreating.
Too..... too terrifying.
Feng Mengli's face was as pale as paper.
The crisis of death rushed at her face.
A severed arm, low health, heavy injuries—this was no longer a gap that could be smoothed over relying on an information advantage.
The Amethyst Lion King was already an opponent of the same tier as her.
If things went wrong.... she might really die today.
And all of this was thanks to Ye Shu, thanks to his sudden detonation of the Xiongyuan Sword!
No one would have thought, nobody could have thought.
Even Lin Qingxue, Xiaobai, and Danxia would never have imagined that Ye Shu would use this spiritual sword—which carried a dowry, destiny, and deep affection—as a mere firework.
Just to make Feng Mengli lose an arm.
Therefore...... he won.
"The victory is secured."
Ye Shu slowly spat out these words, his whole body finally relaxing quite a bit at this moment.
Meanwhile, Lin Qingxue, who was hiding behind him, was completely stunned. She squatted down and picked up a fragment of the shattered sword at her feet, unable to say anything as tears streamed down her face.
She did not say anything to Ye Shu.
She just remained silent, using her gaze to silently memorize every fragment of the shattered sword scattered in the corners.
"Such good luck~"
Right at this moment, Xiaobai, who had been silent since the beginning, finally let out a sigh of emotion.
Feng Mengli's entrance just now had truly frightened her.
It scared her so much that she almost planned to open her permissions and forcibly interfere with this world, no matter how great the price.
But she did not expect that in just the time it takes to drink a cup of tea, the momentum of offense and defense would completely reverse.
As expected of the transmigrator she had chosen, his luck was just that good.
"Luck?"
Ye Shu, however, smiled and shook his head.
"Is it not luck?" Xiaobai puffed up her cheeks in anger and looked at him. "If you weren't my child of destiny, how could you have such good luck to have the lion king arrive right on time to save you?"
"Luck?"
At this moment, Ye Shu was in an incredibly good mood.
Like a child who had just accomplished something great and could not wait to share it with someone, he smiled and spoke to Xiaobai in his mind: "Then let me ask you, let me ask you."
"If I hadn't reached the ninth level of Qi Condensation, if I hadn't sparred with Lin Qingxue, if I hadn't obtained the Xiongyuan Sword, would I have been able to hold on until this moment, break into the lion king's cave, and sever Feng Mengli's arm?"
"That's still good luck!"
Xiaobai stubbornly replied, "Otherwise, why would the lion king come to help you? Wasn't it just your good luck that you encountered the little beast, making it come to your aid?"
"The lion king helping me has nothing to do with the little beast."
Ye Shu shook his head, his gaze profound.
"Let me ask you, if you were the overlord of this territory, and someone suddenly intruded into your domain, fought a fierce battle with you, and then suddenly ran away. Then, when you rushed back home, you suddenly found that your home had been robbed. What would you do?"
"Of course, I'd want nothing more than to beat that thief to death!"
Xiaobai said as a matter of course.
"Exactly."
Ye Shu nodded. "Just as you were burning with anxiety and rage, a brilliant sword light suddenly erupted in the forest, and its aura was exactly the same as the little thief who stole from your home. What would you do?"
"Of course, I'd immediately rush over and catch the thief red-handed." Xiaobai blurted out, then her eyes widened as she suddenly figured everything out.
"So..... so that charged attack of yours...."
"Was actually never meant to hurt Feng Mengli at all," Xiaobai said, dumbfounded. "From the very beginning, this sword strike was..."
"A firework set off for the lion king."
"The little beast was just an accident. Whether it was there or not, the lion king was bound to appear, bound to come here."
Ye Shu picked up the thread of the conversation.
Suddenly, he really liked the word firework.
Beautiful and resplendent.
"But this.... this is too risky." Xiaobai's eyes widened. "What if the lion king came late? What if, upon arriving, its first action wasn't to confront Feng Mengli, but to team up and kill a bad guy like you first?"
"There aren't that many 'what ifs'."
Ye Shu interrupted her 'what ifs'.
"The reason is very simple."
He raised his eyes and smiled indifferently.
"Because, I am the Child of Destiny."
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.”
pression Bureau] Transported to a fantasy world overrun by demons and monsters, Gu Qingfeng becomes a jailer in the Demon Suppression Prison of the Great Yan Dynasty's Demon Suppression Bureau. From this point on, bizarre cases frequently occur in the Demon Suppression Prison, once known as hell on earth and infamous for its gloomy, terrifying atmosphere! Why do the demons and monsters in the prison wail miserably every night? Why has the corpse demon, capable of transforming into various beauties, donned black stockings and switched careers to become a foot massage therapist? Why has the eye demon, expert in soul-snatching and illusions, turned into a VR headset? Why is the fox spirit performing otaku dances? Are all these occurrences a twisted expression of demonic nature, or a descent into moral depravity? After peeling away layer upon layer of mystery, all clues ultimately point to a jailer named Gu Qingfeng. Gu Qingfeng: "Hehehe... My dear demons and monsters, whose card shall we flip today?"
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.
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.
