Su Ze and Mo Ziang, filled with rage, lunged towards the shiny bald head!
"I'm going to hit you!" Xuanyuan Jin was furious!
He had no idea why he was being attacked. In the midst of the reflective light bouncing off the walls, he couldn't even notice the problem with his own head.
Who wouldn't be angry after being chased down for no reason?!
The blinding light that had been pouring in from outside suddenly vanished.
The room returned to its original cold, metallic sheen.
Su Ze felt that the light outside his eyelids was no longer as harsh. He cautiously opened his eyes and saw a shiny, vein-popping bald head!
In that moment, he understood what that reflective bald head had been earlier...
"Die! Hadoken!" Mo Ziang leaped into the air and slashed down!
Bang!
Xuanyuan Jin's fingers turned golden as he caught Mo Ziang's straight blade with two fingers. With his other hand, he threw a punch straight at Mo Ziang's face!
Mo Ziang, still in mid-air, bent his upper body to dodge the incoming punch. Using the hand that held his blade, he coiled his legs like a viper around Xuanyuan Jin's arm!
Su Ze was shocked. He knew that if Mo Ziang applied the laws of physics with enough force, he could twist Xuanyuan Jin's entire arm off!
Mo Ziang suddenly realized that the blinding light outside his eyelids was gone. When he opened his eyes, he found himself staring into Xuanyuan Jin's fiery gaze!
The golden glow that had spread from Xuanyuan Jin's palm had already turned his entire arm gold. He lifted Mo Ziang, who was still wrapped around his arm, and slammed him into the ground!
Boom!
The room shook violently from the impact!
Xuanyuan Jin stared in surprise at the black smoke rising from the ground.
"Let's go, let's go." Mo Ziang, who had somehow appeared behind him, patted his butt and sheathed his blade.
Su Ze frowned as he watched Xuanyuan Jin's fist hit the ground, leaving not even a single crack.
It seemed that damaging the buildings here was not allowed.
"Hurry, hurry! The competition seems to have started! Let's go!" Su Ze noticed the volcanic rage in Xuanyuan Jin's eyes and quickly grabbed his long case, ready to run!
How could Xuanyuan Jin let these two leave so easily after chasing him down?
"Where do you think you're going? You just chased me and tried to kill me!" Xuanyuan Jin glared at them.
"Sorry about that," the two apologized sincerely.
"Apologies? If apologies worked, would violence even exist in the world?" Xuanyuan Jin's fists clenched with a cracking sound.
"I'm really fired up right now!"
Su Ze and Mo Ziang were startled and took several steps back, pressing themselves against the wall.
"This monk doesn't seem very... normal!" Su Ze whispered to Mo Ziang, sweat dripping from his forehead.
"We didn't really hurt him. Maybe he'll let us go for my sake?" Mo Ziang, also sweating, turned to Su Ze and whispered,
"This isn't your average monk!"
"The monk from Wang Wei's poem?" Su Ze asked.
"Stop making jokes! This is an angry monk!" Mo Ziang snapped.
Su Ze: "..."
"Let you go?" Xuanyuan Jin sneered, dusting off his sleeves. "Fine, I'll let you go this once."
With that, he turned and walked out the door.
Su Ze and Mo Ziang were dumbfounded. Did he really just let them go?
"What a shameless monk!" Mo Ziang whispered into Su Ze's ear.
The three of them walked out together.
A vast expanse of white light stretched across the sky and the ground!
Su Ze, Mo Ziang, and Xuanyuan Jin were all stunned, their eyes wide open.
Su Ze looked around.
It felt like he was standing on the balcony of a high-rise building in a residential complex, but the surroundings were filled with countless other buildings.
The buildings were arranged in a circular formation, like a spiral tower or a tower reaching to the heavens.
But these buildings looked more like randomly stacked boxes, irregularly placed and piled up. The width of the structure was probably two to three hundred meters! These buildings had trapped them.
Above, the sky was an endless expanse of white light. They were like frogs at the bottom of a well, unable to see the edges of the "well." The sky seemed as small as the black circle surrounding them, and they couldn't even tell how tall these buildings were.
Below, the ground was also a vast white void, like an endless abyss with only distant white light shining faintly.
Su Ze held onto the railing, looking down at the white abyss below, feeling a sense of fear creeping into his heart.
Suddenly, a deep, ancient, and thunderous roar echoed from the sky, accompanied by a massive sonic boom!
In an instant, shadows engulfed the tower, plunging it into darkness!
"Get inside!" Su Ze shouted, pulling Xuanyuan Jin and Mo Ziang as he leaped back into the room!
Boom——!!
A gigantic serpent's body shot down from above! It was like a supersized high-speed train, magnified dozens of times! Its massive body almost filled the entire width of the tower!
"What kind of monster is that?!" Su Ze cried out in terror.
"It's an otherworldly monster contestant! I'll name it the Rogue Serpent!" Mo Ziang shouted over the roaring wind and deafening sonic boom.
The monstrous serpent, with its enormous body, raced down like a subway train on its own track!
The powerful wind pressure rushed into the room, creating a suction force that nearly pulled the three of them out!
The massive creature took a full ten seconds to pass by at supersonic speed before disappearing into the bottomless depths of the tower!
The pressure difference vanished, but as they stepped outside, the 300-kilometer-per-hour winds whipped up by the giant monster howled from the top of the tower down to the bottom!
Anyone who dared to get close, if not strong enough, would definitely be swept down to the bottom of the tower!
"Chinese?"
A voice called out. The three of them turned to see a young man stepping out from a room in the opposite building.
Dressed in a black trench coat with a long sword strapped to his back, he stood calmly—almost coldly—at the edge of the railing. The 300-kilometer-per-hour winds couldn't drag him down.
Around him, he had used the laws of physics to create a domain, shielding himself from the violent winds.
Mo Ziang had done the same, which was why he could stand steady in the hurricane.
Su Ze, being a novice in using the laws of physics, hadn't yet mastered this technique.
But it wasn't difficult. Su Ze quickly learned and created his own domain.
It was as simple as writing code to set his position as a wind-free zone.
Xuanyuan Jin didn't even need to use the laws to create a domain. He simply stood on the balcony like an immovable pillar, his monk robes flapping in the wind, completely unaffected by the gale.
"You know about Earth?" Su Ze frowned slightly.
The other person not only knew about Earth but had also accurately identified them as being from China!
The contestants came from countless worlds. Had a portal to Earth opened in their world?
Or were they originally from Earth, hidden away as powerful beings who had mastered the laws of physics?
"More than just knowing," the young man smiled, resting his long sword on the ground and placing a hand on the hilt. "Do you know Li Wentong?"
Mo Ziang's face, which had been somewhat friendly, gradually turned expressionless.
Li Wentong, a prodigy among China's younger generation, was slightly less skilled than Mo Ziang.
For some reason, he had betrayed his country. Mo Ziang had been among those sent to capture him.
According to the reports, Mo Ziang had engaged Li Wentong in combat, but for some reason, Li Wentong had managed to escape!
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.”
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.
m back to his original world. In the end, he realized he had overthought things. [Hey, why is Shen Manni, the female lead, acting strange? Shouldn't she be fawning over the male lead at this point?] [Zhou Qiaoqiao, are you sick? Weren't you supposed to break off your engagement today?] [Damn it! An Youyi, please do your job as an undercover agent and sell my information to the protagonist, you idiot!] ... At this moment, Xu Mo himself didn't know that these female leads had already heard his inner thoughts. Then they decided not to play by the rules. Xu Mo: Please respect my profession as the big villain!
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?"
