The withered Lamp Realm late-stage monster raised Cang Yu's severed arm with a twisted smirk, licking the blood dripping from the stump. It was clear that its mind was deeply warped.
Zhi Xu leaped down from the building and rushed to Cang Yu's side, tearing off the bandage hanging from her waist to help him bind his wound. Her face was dark and solemn, and she didn’t foolishly charge at the withered monster for revenge. She knew she was no match for it.
Flames surged like a raging sea as Su Ze clashed with the withered monster.
"I need to help…" Cang Yu tried to stand but found his waist unable to straighten. Zhi Xu noticed something was wrong and immediately wrapped her arms around his soft waist.
Yes, soft—because one of his vertebrae was broken.
"Stop messing around! This isn’t the time for jokes!" Cang Yu tried to push his girlfriend away but froze when he realized his right arm, the one that once held his blade, was already gone.
At the same time, he felt a sharp pain as Zhi Xu bit down hard on his other wrist.
Cang Yu winced slightly. He had endured the loss of his arm without a flinch, but now, a bite from Zhi Xu made him react.
Drip, drip. Cang Yu was about to say something but hesitated as he felt the sting of tears falling onto the bite wound on his wrist.
Zhi Xu clung to him fiercely, like a crying puppy holding onto a bone, her teeth gripping his wrist as she looked up at him.
Cang Yu was stunned for a moment. Before him, Zhi Xu’s face was streaked with tears, her delicate and beautiful features marred by sorrow.
Her grip on his wrist slowly loosened and fell away.
"Can you stop being so reckless? Can you stop being so naive and foolish? Can you just know your limits…" Zhi Xu choked out between sobs.
"Shut up! I’m in charge here! I don’t want to hear you talk!" Zhi Xu shouted through her tears, cutting off Cang Yu before he could respond. He obediently closed his mouth.
Cang Yu knew that his impulsive actions earlier might have earned him a beating from Zhi Xu.
But in truth, Zhi Xu wouldn’t hit him. If it weren’t for Cang Yu, the tens of thousands of civilians would have died, as Su Ze wouldn’t have been able to reach the shelter before the withered monster destroyed it.
Still, Cang Yu’s attempt to recklessly support Su Ze had infuriated her. How could she have fallen for such an idiot?
Nearby, Li Zinian clicked his tongue, suppressing the urge to curse. "Three o'clock direction, seven hundred meters."
Zhi Xu drew her blade and darted out like a ghost.
Li Zinian sat down beside Cang Yu. "Hey, man, write a book sometime. I’ll read it on my knees."
"…"
Su Ze, at the early stage of the Lamp Realm, was no match for the withered monster without using his laws. He was covered in wounds and being forced to retreat.
Su Ze turned and drew a long blade from a case on his back. He crouched slightly, his left hand spread like an eagle’s wing, gripping the hilt of a straight blade with the back of the blade pressed against his arm.
His right hand held a Miao Dao, its tip resting low on the ground, angled in front of him.
It was an extremely peculiar stance, seemingly full of openings—and indeed, it was.
But his posture exuded immense offensive power!
As the withered monster charged like lightning, Su Ze’s dual blades swept like a tempest, the long and short blades crossing like scissors. The monster was startled and leaped back a hundred meters.
A lantern burning with blue flames slowly floated out from Su Ze’s body, hovering behind him.
Su Ze decided not to hold back any longer. The blue flames, combined with a trace of law, along with mirror images and illusions, quickly overwhelmed the monotonous attack patterns of the withered monster.
Su Ze masked the fluctuations of his laws, his attacks swift and ferocious.
The withered monster couldn’t understand how Su Ze had suddenly unleashed such power, but it knew it was outmatched and kept trying to create distance.
Its eyes darted around, searching for something it could use.
Suddenly, its gaze fell on Li Zinian and Cang Yu, who was leaning against a wall with a broken spine.
"Cang Yu!"
Su Ze noticed its gaze almost instantly, but it was too late. The withered monster was far faster than him—otherwise, it wouldn’t have been able to dodge Su Ze’s relentless attacks.
Li Zinian’s pupils contracted. He reacted quickly, grabbing Cang Yu and trying to flee.
Bang!
A blurry figure flashed by, and Li Zinian’s left arm, along with the wall, was shattered into pieces!
Without hesitation, Li Zinian threw Cang Yu toward the approaching Zhi Xu and drew his straight blade, slashing at the monster’s head.
Bang!
Li Zinian was kicked so hard that he embedded into the wall, coughing violently.
The withered monster, satisfied that Li Zinian was incapacitated, grabbed his head and dangled him in midair.
Su Ze stopped moving, his cold gaze fixed on the monster.
Surprisingly, the monster didn’t fully use Li Zinian as a hostage. Instead, it hurled him like a cannonball!
The force was immense—enough to kill Li Zinian on impact.
Su Ze instinctively caught him, but no one noticed that a black rod, resembling a steel bar, flew out with Li Zinian.
Thud!
The black rod pierced through Li Zinian’s chest, then through a stunned Su Ze, pinning them both to the ground.
At the same time, Uesugi Akizuki, who had been praying, shuddered. She panicked briefly but quickly calmed herself and continued her prayers for Su Ze.
Her prayer was simple, just four words:
"Su Ze, be safe."
Thanks to Su Ze’s catch, Li Zinian was flung dozens of meters, crashing into a wall, his head spinning.
Su Ze tried to pull the black rod out of his abdomen, but it felt as if it were nailed into the void—it wouldn’t budge!
Law!
Su Ze was shocked. The monster actually possessed a trace of law!
Though it was minimal, it was enough to achieve this.
As the withered monster lunged at him, Su Ze didn’t have time to activate his laws. The monster was too fast, closing the distance in an instant.
Just as the monster’s deadly fist was about to strike, a flash of blade light forced it back half a step.
The monster’s fist didn’t retract. Instead, it immediately redirected its attack toward Zhi Xu!
The punch landed, and Zhi Xu’s entire arm exploded into a shower of blood.
A few drops of blood splattered onto Su Ze’s widened eyes.
"I’ll kill you!"
Cang Yu, his eyes bloodshot, charged forward, his movements awkward due to his broken spine.
The withered monster flicked its wrist, and a black rod shot toward Cang Yu. He twisted his body, narrowly avoiding a direct hit to the heart.
But the rod still pierced his abdomen, dragging him and pinning him to the wall behind him.
"Get away from her! Get the hell away!" Cang Yu frantically grabbed the black rod, trying to pull it out, but it didn’t budge. His hands were soon raw and bleeding.
The withered monster seemed to relish Cang Yu’s screams. Its twisted mind didn’t prioritize killing Su Ze. Instead, it aimed another deadly punch at Zhi Xu’s head, wanting to see Cang Yu’s reaction.
"Erase!"
A voice as commanding as an emperor’s decree rang out.
The monster’s fist momentarily flickered, its power greatly diminished. The punch sent Zhi Xu flying backward.
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'!"
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."
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.
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.”
