"That bitch Wang Yuyao actually lent him these high-grade magic artifact shoes!"
The moment Liang Chen and Qian Yu saw the familiar pair of shoes, the same thought flashed through their minds.
In the next instant, both shoes exploded simultaneously.
A violent storm of energy erupted, instantly engulfing the two of them.
Liang Chen fared slightly better, as his spiritual palm technique blocked the blast for a brief moment, leaving him with lighter injuries.
Qian Yu, however, was not so lucky—he was sent flying by the explosion. His clothes hung in tattered strips, and his skin was scorched black.
Meanwhile, Niu Shouren and Chen Jiaojiao, the weakest among them, suffered the least damage since Liang Chen and Qian Yu had taken the brunt of the blast. They were merely thrown back by the residual shockwave, escaping mostly unharmed.
When the storm subsided, the four regrouped.
But by the time they looked ahead, Wang Jianqiang had already vanished without a trace.
Liang Chen, Qian Yu, and Niu Shouren all wore grim expressions.
Strangely, Chen Jiaojiao seemed to exhale in relief.
……
"Liang Chen and Qian Yu, was it? Your grandpa here won’t forget you two."
"And those two backstabbing scum, Niu Shouren and Chen Jiaojiao."
Over ten miles away, Wang Jianqiang suppressed his aura as he moved through a field of frost-covered vegetation.
After the earlier battle, the last remnants of his spiritual energy had been completely drained.
He popped a Spirit Restoration Pill into his mouth.
His energy recovery was agonizingly slow.
"No good. I need to find a safe spot to recover properly."
"At this rate, even the slightest danger could finish me off."
His gaze swept the surroundings before landing on a cluster of icy hills up ahead. His eyes lit up.
The hills stood over a dozen zhang tall, their bases densely covered with ice grass as tall as a person.
Behind the grass was a pitch-black cave entrance.
If not for the perfect angle of his position, he might never have spotted it.
"This’ll do."
Without hesitation, he quickened his pace and slipped inside.
The cave entrance was narrow—less than a zhang in diameter.
But once inside, he was surprised to find the space far more spacious than expected, roughly the size of a small house.
Even more astonishing was the presence of an ancient formation set up within.
The formation appeared long unused, its markings dull and worn.
Wang Jianqiang experimentally inserted a few spirit stones into the formation’s core.
To his surprise, it activated without issue.
"It still works!"
"And it’s a concealment formation!"
A grin spread across his face.
With the formation active, the cave entrance vanished completely.
The cave now existed as if isolated from the outside world.
Even a peak Qi Refinement cultivator’s full-powered spiritual sense wouldn’t detect its presence.
With this formation in place, the cave’s safety was guaranteed.
For the first time in a while, he finally allowed himself to relax.
Sitting cross-legged, he swallowed a Perfect Spirit Restoration Pill and began his recovery.
As he focused on refining the pill’s energy, a cooling current spread through his limbs and meridians.
Wherever it passed, strands of spiritual energy rapidly regenerated.
His depleted meridians refilled at a speed thirty times faster than before.
Two hours later, Wang Jianqiang slowly opened his eyes.
His spiritual energy had fully recovered.
The thought of Liang Chen and Qian Yu brought a cold glint to his gaze.
A true man never leaves a grudge unsettled.
He was no saint.
When he had detonated the magic artifacts earlier, he had tampered with them beforehand.
A trace of his spiritual sense had mingled with the explosion’s force, clinging to the two men.
With this marker, he could track their locations within a certain range—rendering them unable to hide.
"Daring to mess with me? I’ll make sure you don’t live to see tomorrow!"
……
While Wang Jianqiang recovered in the cave, Liang Chen and the others had scoured a radius of dozens of miles.
Yet, thanks to the concealment formation, they found no trace of him.
"Impossible. That old bastard’s too weak to have gotten far," Niu Shouren muttered bitterly.
Liang Chen remained silent for a moment before his gaze slid over Niu Shouren and Chen Jiaojiao—lingering particularly on the latter.
His eyes burned with undisguised lust, making Chen Jiaojiao shift uncomfortably.
Frowning, she instinctively crossed her arms over her chest and took a step back.
Liang Chen smirked meaningfully at her before turning to Niu Shouren. "But the fact remains—Wang Jianqiang has escaped."
His leer had been blatant, and Niu Shouren, standing right beside her, saw it all.
His expression stiffened before he subtly stepped in front of Chen Jiaojiao, forcing a smile. "Brother Liang Chen, don’t worry. The secret realm’s only been open for a month. We’ll have plenty of chances later."
Liang Chen chuckled darkly. "Oh, Brother Qian Yu and I will have plenty of chances. But whether you two do… well, that depends on how cooperative you are."
Niu Shouren’s heart sank. "What do you mean by that, Brother Liang Chen?"
"Brother Niu, stop playing dumb."
Liang Chen sneered, his greedy eyes raking over Chen Jiaojiao again. "If not for your lovely wife here, do you really think someone of your pathetic strength would be worth our time?"
"Brother Qian Yu and I have a well-known fondness for… sharing the company of our friends’ wives. Don’t tell me you were unaware?"
"You accepted our pills knowing that. Doesn’t that count as consent?"
"You took their pills?!" Chen Jiaojiao stared at Niu Shouren in disbelief.
She hadn’t known Liang Chen and Qian Yu well before—only that her husband had suddenly befriended them recently.
She’d hoped this connection would elevate their status, never imagining this hidden agenda.
Niu Shouren’s face twisted with guilt. "Jiaojiao, believe me, I did take their gifts, but I never meant to betray you—"
"Ridiculous!" Liang Chen cut in coldly. "If you knew our reputation, why take the pills unless you were willing?"
"Did you think you could freeload off us? Do you have a death wish?"
"I—"
Niu Shouren’s mouth opened and closed.
He had known their nature.
But the offer had been too tempting, and they hadn’t explicitly stated their intentions—just claimed they wanted friendship. He’d taken the pills, hoping to avoid consequences.
Those very pills had helped him reach the ninth level of Qi Refinement.
Yet now, they’d brought disaster.
As Niu Shouren hesitated, Liang Chen’s voice turned icy. "You have two choices now. Die—or step aside and enjoy the show."
The killing intent in Liang Chen’s voice sent a chill down Niu Shouren’s spine.
Faced with death or betrayal, he chose the latter.
As Niu Shouren stepped back, Chen Jiaojiao's heart was filled with despair. "Niu Shouren, with my looks, I could have easily found a Qi Refinement Perfection cultivator as my Dao companion, but I never did."
"Not only that, but every time I received resources from Wang Jianqiang, I shared half with you."
"Be honest—without me, would you have achieved what you have today?"
"I remained loyal to you, yet you betrayed me for mere profit. May you die a wretched death!"
At that moment, she suddenly thought of Wang Jianqiang.
In the past, she had despised him for being weak and infamous.
But now, looking back, she realized he had never treated her poorly.
It was only after she pushed him too far that his personality changed drastically.
Now, she too had been betrayed.
Finally, she understood how Wang Jianqiang must have felt.
Regret flooded her heart.
She shouldn’t have severed ties with him, nor should she have schemed against him!
But now… it all seemed too late.
As Liang Chen and Qian Yu closed in on her, a resolute glint flashed in her eyes.
She had her pride.
Though she was no virtuous woman, she refused to let these two schemers succeed.
With a flick of her wrist, a flying sword materialized in her palm.
Then, without hesitation, she drove it straight into her chest.

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.

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."

ap a wealthy young lady? Or else I'll be eliminated by the system? Ye Feng, who awakened the Kidnapper System, originally wanted to live a peaceful life but never imagined he would become a kidnapper of young women. However, after some time, he discovered that all the girls the system ordered him to kidnap were far from ordinary. "Big brother Ye Feng~ You've kidnapped my heart, and now you're not allowed to leave me ever again~" "Ye Feng~ You kidnapped me back then, now it's my turn to capture you♡" "Little Feng, you're mine! You can only be mine!" "Ye Feng, none of them deserve you. Only I love you the most♡" ... This is madness, they've all gone mad! Wait, what? Why are all the girls I kidnapped yanderes?!