While a fierce battle raged in the cavern, a completely different scene unfolded in the Snake-Person City.
Within the royal palace of the Holy City.
Armored snake-person warriors completely surrounded the twenty-three dancers. The gleam of their blades reflected the candlelight, radiating a chilling glint.
Although the city's elites had all gone to the underground cavern, and the guards left behind were mostly at the Foundation Establishment realm with a very small number of Golden Core snake-people, it was still more than enough to deal with this group of dancers who had not even reached the Qi Condensation realm.
Looking at the guards exuding murderous intent all around them.
The dancers huddled together in fear, their bodies trembling uncontrollably. Some of the more timid ones had even begun to cry.
Hemp rope always breaks at its thinnest point, and misfortune only seeks out the wretched.
At this moment, only Xiao Qingli remained standing in the center of the hall. She stood there in a daze, staring at the gleaming longswords, her little head completely blank.
She could not understand.
Why?
Why had things suddenly turned out like this when everything was fine? Why did they suddenly want to kill them?
Clearly... clearly she had worked so hard.
Clearly everyone had danced so well.
Clearly these past two months had been the happiest time of her life. Clearly they, these very guards holding longswords, had been so happy when watching the performance from below the stage, and had even applauded for them, had they not?
It should not be like this.
Reality should not be like this!!!
She had it all planned out. She was going to use the best dance, the best performance, to make everyone remember them, so that they could all stay and live a good life.
But now, with blades pressed against their necks.
What did all her hard work amount to?
"Why?"
Xiao Qingli clenched her small fists, her nails digging deeply into her flesh. Tears welled up in her large eyes as she questioned unwillingly, "You were the ones who invited us to perform, were you not?"
"We did not do anything wrong!"
"What gives you the right!!!"
"My mom, dad, and I were staying peacefully at home, but I was kidnapped into the dance troupe and abused. I finally had two months of a good life, and now you want to kill us!"
"On what grounds!"
"What did we ever do wrong! You bad people, why will you not just let us go!"
Xiao Qingli cried and shouted, scolding incoherently. The grievance in her heart clogged her throat, making her almost unable to speak, yet she still roared with all her might because she was afraid... afraid she would never have the chance to say it again... Her voice was hoarse, and her small body looked exceptionally frail in the grand hall.
However—
The blades were merciless, and the snake-people were ruthless.
"The Queen has decreed."
The leader's tone was icy and devoid of emotion.
"Anyone who has entered the Holy City within the past two months, whether snake-person or not, shall be killed without exception!"
"Just for that reason?"
Xiao Qingli was stunned.
How absurd, how utterly absurd. It was the snake-people who invited them to perform, yet now they were going to kill them because of it.
The leading snake-person warrior said no more.
He gestured to the other guards, and everyone took a unified step forward, tightening the encirclement a bit more. The dancers inside turned deathly pale and huddled together; some had already collapsed onto the floor.
An aura of despair spread among them all.
A silver-white longsword slashed downwards, but Xiao Qingli stood frozen in place, not dodging or hiding. There was no fear of death in her eyes, only a profound despair.
Fake... it was all fake...
Big brother was fake...
The performance was fake...
She thought she could exchange her performance for sympathy, thought she could lead everyone to a good life...
It turned out to be nothing but an illusion, an empty dream.
This world is too bitter, Mom, too bitter. Why must Xiao Qingli still die when she has worked so hard? Why is no one in this world reasonable...
Mom... Qingli is so tired...
Qingli wants to come and be with you...
Xiao Qingli closed her eyes. Two trails of clear tears slowly slid down from the corners of her eyes, splashing onto the ground.
However, the expected pain never arrived.
Instead, there was the sound of a flute.
Very familiar.
Very melodious.
Like a gentle breeze brushing over the hills, like a clear spring flowing, smoothing away all the pain and grievances in her heart.
The flute melody drifted for three thousand miles, and the entire city heard the sound of the wooden flute.
Xiao Qingli opened her eyes in bewilderment.
The snake-person guard holding the longsword was frozen in place. The blade had stopped a mere inch from her, yet it could not be slashed down no matter what.
The clear and bright flute melody still echoed within the great hall.
Xiao Qingli turned her head and looked in the direction the sound was coming from.
She saw a figure slowly walking over.
It was Qingyuan.
She held a bamboo flute, playing with her eyes closed. Her feather-light rainbow garments fluttered in the wind as she walked step by step towards Xiao Qingli, moving through the hall full of armored, sword-wielding guards as if there was no one there.
With every step she took, a cluster of flames rose beneath her feet.
The flames were the color of colored glaze, burning along the edges of her clothes and blooming into lotus flowers.
She walked unhurriedly, advancing step by step.
Amidst the hall full of guards.
Amidst the panic-stricken dancers.
Following her footsteps, the surrounding guards fell down one after another, as if they had fallen into the deepest of dreams.
Under the burning of the flames, her feathered garments gradually transformed into a white robe, her smooth throat grew an Adam's apple, and her full chest flattened out.
Finally, when she arrived in front of Xiao Qingli.
Xiao Qingli saw clearly.
It was a man.
He had a delicate appearance, not particularly handsome, but he carried an aura as warm and gentle as a spring breeze. A faint smile lingered at the corners of his mouth, just like a boy-next-door. His clothes were whiter than snow, as white as the snow-capped mountains described in storybooks.
His flute music was more pleasant than a clear spring.
The bad people fell asleep upon hearing it.
He stood in front of her, and behind him were the fallen bad people who had wanted to hurt her.
The melody finally came to an end.
Ye Shu lowered the bamboo flute and looked down at the teary-eyed little girl looking up at him. He reached out a hand to her and smiled faintly:
"Do not be afraid, I am here."
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.
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?"
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.”
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?!
