Right after Jiang Xin Ye Shu and the others entered the city.
Mo Yu and his group finally arrived, albeit belatedly. Because the main body had set out earlier, they were actually faster in terms of time.
"So this is the Ten Thousand Beasts City of the beast race?"
Mo Yu stood outside the city walls, his gaze sweeping across the main road where beastfolk were continuously streaming into the city. Among them were no shortage of great demons who had taken human form.
They were all heading into the city to participate in the grand gathering.
"God damn it!"
Watching a fox woman walk past in front of him, Mo Yu couldn't help but curse inwardly, a phantom pain shooting through his lower body. After these beastfolk transformed, their faces were even more delicate than human women's, and they walked with a light sway in their hips, exuding an irresistible charm.
But that wasn't the most important thing.
It was that they still retained their racial traits. For example, the fox woman who just passed still had fluffy fox ears and a long, bushy fox tail. Rumor had it that if you gently stroked their tails, their ears would perk up along with it.
This wasn't like those cheap cosplays back on Blue Star.
Those were fake — they didn't move.
These were genuine, bona fide beast-eared girls!
Usually, people only joked about them online, but now that they were right here in the flesh, who wouldn't want to eagerly reach out and stroke a little fox girl's ears, watch her face blush with shyness, and engage in a lively, in-depth exchange with her?
Originally, being transported to another world should have been a wonderful thing, but it was all ruined.
Mo Yu watched the beast-eared girls passing by in front of him, yet all his lower body could send him was wave after wave of phantom pain.
His brain told him it was time to stand up.
But no response could be found anywhere, and he kept sending out commands relentlessly, only making the pain worse.
"Damn the Heaven's Chosen!"
"Damn Xie Gubai!"
Mo Yu's fists clenched tightly, grinding his teeth in fury.
If it weren't for those two, he wouldn't have fallen to this state.
"..."
Mo Shisan, standing beside him, remained silent.
Although it was hilarious, sorry.
He held it together with ease.
Before they arrived, he had thoroughly studied the thirteen hundred essential disciplines of being a loyal lackey. Something of this caliber wasn't enough to break his composure.
Mo Yu closed his eyes where he stood, steadying his mind.
Stay focused!
You are the Fated Villain. As long as you seize enough fortune, standing tall again is hardly impossible.
Mo Yu slowly opened his eyes, suppressing the stray thoughts in his heart.
"Let's go."
"Yes."
Mo Shisan quickly responded, following behind him.
Just as the two were about to step through the city gates, they suddenly heard a commotion coming from the main road behind them.
They paused mid-step and turned to look.
There, on the distant main road, a large crowd of beastfolk of all kinds was marching forward in great numbers, and at the very front was a young girl who looked half-grown.
She was a little girl in a purple dress.
Judging by the aura emanating from her, she was only at the fifth rank.
But among the beastfolk around her, there were no shortage of sixth-rank, or even seventh-rank demonic beasts, yet they all quietly followed behind the girl, like stars clustering around the moon, escorting her forward.
She held a tattered, yellowed paper book in her hands, and her soft purple hair cascaded down from her shoulders, falling all the way to her heels, like stardust spilled from the night sky. The girl walked barefoot with pure white feet along the dusty road, her pace neither hurried nor slow. Her bright eyes and white teeth glittered like stars in the heavens, yet carried a serenity that belied her age, like an ancient book never yet opened.
Her face was exquisite, though it still held a youthful immaturity.
One could already discern a appearance that could topple cities, especially the scholarly aura radiating from her entire being. Every gesture and movement carried a temperament utterly distinct from the rough and rugged beast clans surrounding her.
The beast clans lining both sides of the road saw her.
They unconsciously slowed their steps, their postures becoming restrained, as if afraid to disturb this adorable little girl, yet also captivated by her bearing.
This commotion naturally drew the attention of Mo Yu and the others.
"Why is it her?"
Mo Shisan barely suppressed the turmoil in his heart, standing beside Mo Yu, staring intently at the girl holding a paper book.
Even after fifteen long years.
Even though she had transformed into human form and her original appearance was no longer visible, he still recognized her at a single glance.
Little Beast!
That purple-crystal lion king cub who had once cried and begged him to stay, only to be ruthlessly abandoned by him on a moonlit night, left without so much as a farewell.
He never expected she had grown this much.
The little beast who once cried and fussed had now blossomed into a graceful young woman, already at the age where she could be wed.
To be fair, Ye Shu had his reasons back then.
But in his heart, he still harbored guilt toward Little Beast.
Mo Shisan never anticipated encountering Little Beast here. According to the plot arranged by the Heavenly Dao, this wasn't part of the design!
The same doubt flickered in Mo Yu's eyes.
He squinted slightly, gazing at the purple-haired girl who had captured the attention of half the street the moment she appeared.
"Who is this?"
The purple-haired girl's cultivation wasn't high enough to conceal her true form, so Mo Yu could see through her at a glance—she was a purple-crystal lion king.
"A purple-crystal lion king cub?"
He was momentarily stunned, equally incredulous.
Shouldn't this one be a beginner-zone elite monster, the first challenge the protagonist faced while training in the demon beast mountains?
How had she not been killed by the protagonist? And why was she here?
Judging by her appearance, she was likely one of the candidates participating in this beast-race gathering.
Mo Yu was still pondering, completely unaware that behind him, Mo Shisan had silently crept a few steps closer. His true form had also arrived at the same moment—if Mo Yu dared to make even the slightest move, or harbor any ill intent toward Little Beast, Mo Shisan would immediately engage him in a heart-to-heart conversation of the most literal kind.
Fortunately, Mo Yu merely glanced at her before shifting his gaze away.
"Let's go. Nothing worth looking at."
Before the beast race's little princess, all the candidates in this gathering were nothing more than background decoration.
Once the dragon king's bloodline was unleashed, every last one of them would kneel!
So a mere beginner-level elite monster like this purple-crystal lion cub wasn't worth his attention.
None of that mattered.
What mattered was finding the beast race's little princess before anyone else did, building a good relationship with her, and securing the support of her old dragon-king father.
"Yes, young master."
Mo Shisan acknowledged and followed him into the city.
Meanwhile, not far from the city gate, Xia Hanmo, draped in a coarse hemp cloak, frowned and rubbed her wrists, reddened from Ye Shu's rough tugging. She complained, "What are you doing? Why did you rush back all flustered?"
"Is there some little lover of yours waiting here?"
"Nothing."
Ye Shu stood at the city's edge, casting a deep glance at Little Beast. He didn't approach, but instead turned and slipped into the crowd with Xia Hanmo.
At the same time, on the main road.
"Teacher? Teacher?"
Several beast clansmen standing beside the purple-haired girl suddenly noticed her stop, and asked in low voices.
"What's wrong?"
"Nothing."
The violet-haired girl shook her head, her gaze drifting to the spot where Ye Shu had departed. One hand resting on a rough jade pendant at her chest, she murmured softly to herself.
“Is it you?”
nce】【Lighthearted Comedy】【Ultimate Gentleman's Novel】【Viewer Discretion Advised for Under 16】 The mightiest human hero, Sharen Morian, is resurrected after a thousand years by his wife—the Demon King. This is not your typical hero-vs-demon-king tale.
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."
ut it can buy an entire year of absolutely perfect training results! Su Yu stared at his empty wallet and decisively opened up various online loan platforms. “Borrow a thousand bucks! Recharge my vitality!” Boom! His vitality broke a hundred points, shattering the limits of the human body! “Borrow ten thousand bucks! Recharge my combat skills!” Boom! A basic punching technique so common it was everywhere instantly maxed out, revealing the ultimate assassination technique of Five Elements Unity—Inner Force! When a rich kid hired assassins for a midnight ambush, aiming to break both of his legs, they instead ran headfirst into a monster—a human-shaped tyrannosaur, brimming with dragon-like vitality. With just two fingers, Su Yu snapped a steel staff reinforced with alloy. Staring at the killer’s stash of stolen cash—a staggering quarter-million dollars—he showed a corporate-sincere smile: “Thanks for the pre-exam gift pack, Mr. Zhao! I’m gonna go re-invest this!” Three days later, at the National Martial Arts College Entrance Exam, while everyone else struggled just to reach the passing line, Su Yu threw a single punch—and more than a thousand vitality points literally detonated the entire arena!
e bizarre and supernatural had descended. The previous emperor was a thoroughgoing tyrant; no longer satisfied with human women, he had set his sights on a stunningly beautiful supernatural entity. He met his end in his bedchamber, drained of all his vital essence. As the legitimate eldest son and crown prince, Wang Hao was thus hastily enthroned, becoming the young emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty. No sooner had he awakened the "Imperial Sign-In Intelligence System" than he was assassinated by a Son of Destiny—a classic villain's opening. The Great Zhou, ravaged by the former emperor's excesses, was in national decline. The great families within its borders harbored their own treacherous schemes, martial sects began to defy the imperial court's decrees, and border armies, their pay and provisions in arrears, grumbled incessantly against the central government. Fortunately, the central capital was still held secure by the half-million Imperial Guards and fifty thousand Imperial Forest Army who obeyed the court's orders, along with the royal family's hidden reserves of power, barely managing to suppress the realm. As the Great Zhou's finances worsened and supernatural activities grew ever more frequent, the court sat atop a volcano. Ambitious plotters everywhere dreamed of overthrowing the dynasty, and even some reclusive ancient powers emerged, attempting to sway the tides of the world. At the first grand court assembly, the civil and military officials nearly came to blows, fighting tooth and nail over the allocation of fifty million taels of silver from the summer tax revenues. The spectacle opened Wang Hao's eyes—the Great Zhou's bureaucracy was not only corrupt but also martially proficient, a cabinet of all-rounders. Some officials even had the audacity to suggest the emperor release funds from the imperial privy purse to address the emergency. Wang Hao suddenly felt weary. Let it all burn.
