Whoosh! Whoosh!
Amidst the sharp whistling of slicing air, two icy sword beams shot across the sky.
Thud!
The two men's shoulders were instantly pierced by the sword energy, forcing them to stagger back in disarray.
At the same time, an astonishing cold force spread from their wounds, threatening to freeze their bodies solid.
Their faces twisted in horror as they frantically channeled all their spiritual power to suppress the invasive chill, barely managing to stabilize it.
When they looked up at Wang Yuyao again, their expressions were filled with terror.
"Wang Yuyao, how dare you attack fellow disciples? Aren’t you afraid of facing the sect’s punishment?"
Wang Yuyao remained silent, spiritual energy flickering at her fingertips as she prepared to strike again with her flawless Cloudwater Frostlight Sword.
"Wait."
Just then, a hand suddenly grasped her wrist.
Wang Yuyao turned to Wang Jianqiang.
He shook his head at her. "It’s not worth throwing your life away for these two."
The Joy Union Sect strictly forbade infighting among its disciples.
With so many witnesses around, if Wang Yuyao truly killed these two, the truth would inevitably come to light.
According to sect rules, killing a fellow disciple was punishable by death.
"Y-yes, exactly! Trash—no, Wang Jianqiang is right!"
"You’re a top-ten genius among the outer disciples, while we’re only ranked eighteenth and twentieth. It’s not worth losing your life over us."
Hearing Wang Jianqiang’s words, the two men clung to them like lifelines, speaking urgently.
Wang Yuyao ignored them, simply nodding at Wang Jianqiang. "I’ll listen to you."
Encouraged by her response, the two men’s eyes gleamed, thinking they had successfully intimidated her with sect rules.
They exchanged a glance before turning back to her. "Wang Yuyao, your earlier attack already violated sect regulations. If we report this, you’ll face severe consequences."
"But we can give you a chance. Help us secure the meditation cushion on that platform, and we’ll pretend nothing happened."
Seeing their audacity in threatening her instead, Wang Yuyao’s expression turned frosty.
Wang Jianqiang patted her shoulder, signaling her to stay calm, then turned to the two with a faint smile. "So, you’re saying… you want us to cooperate with you?"
"Cooperate?" They scoffed. "Didn’t you hear us? We want her to seize the cushion for us."
"Times have changed. Now, we don’t want to cooperate—and you’re no longer qualified to work with us."
Their gazes locked onto Wang Yuyao. "Wang Yuyao, if you don’t want to be punished, you’d better obey."
Anger flashed across Wang Yuyao’s face.
Wang Jianqiang’s expression remained unchanged, his smile still faint. "I was already planning to spare you. Why push your luck?"
"Hah! Useless Wang, don’t act so noble," they sneered. "Kill us? Do you even dare?"
Wang Jianqiang sighed. "Since you insist on forcing my hand, I’ll have to end you. Otherwise, people might think I’m just bluffing."
Though his tone was gentle, the two men tensed, their eyes darting nervously to Wang Yuyao. "Wang Yuyao, think carefully!"
"Is it worth throwing your life away for a trash like him?"
Without hesitation, spiritual light flickered at Wang Yuyao’s fingertips again as she prepared to strike.
Wang Jianqiang stopped her once more.
She looked at him, puzzled.
"These two do need to die—but not by your hand."
He spoke softly, and Wang Yuyao seemed to understand.
Then, Wang Jianqiang turned back to the men, grinning. "The Joy Union Sect’s rules bind its own disciples, but I wonder if they apply to outsiders."
The two froze, confused by his words.
Wang Jianqiang’s smile faded, replaced by a cold voice. "Little Xue, why wait?"
Whoosh! Whoosh!
The moment he spoke, two inconspicuous streaks of spiritual energy shot forth.
Before the men could react, the energy pierced straight through their foreheads.
The four observers from the Swordheart Sect and the Sunflare Sect, who had been watching the scene, paled and immediately tried to retreat.
"Since you’ve seen everything, you might as well stay."
Wang Jianqiang cast them a casual glance.
Four more concentrated spiritual beams tore through the air, piercing their skulls.
Their faces stiffened in death before their bodies collapsed to the ground.
Witnessing how Ye Qingxue had effortlessly slaughtered six people without even revealing herself, Wang Jianqiang couldn’t help but marvel at the overwhelming power of a Foundation Establishment cultivator.
Though the gap between Qi Refinement perfection and Foundation Establishment was just a single step, the difference was like heaven and earth.
In the face of a Foundation Establishment expert, even a peak Qi Refinement cultivator was as fragile as paper—including those at the Three Revolutions stage.
He turned to Wang Yuyao. "Yuyao, go retrieve the cushion."
She nodded and flew toward the platform.
Soon, the cushion was in hand.
Wang Jianqiang’s gaze then shifted to another platform where a cushion lay.
Time for another heist!
Four people were locked in fierce combat near this platform: two from the Mystic Serenity Palace, one from the Swordheart Sect, and one from the Joy Union Sect.
"Useless Wang!"
"And Ye Qingxue!"
The Joy Union Sect disciple’s expression shifted upon seeing them.
The Swordheart Sect disciple remained silent, but the two from Mystic Serenity Palace were far more aggressive.
"Scram! This place is ours!"
They completely disregarded Wang Jianqiang.
His aged appearance and aura of decay marked him as a talentless waste nearing the end of his lifespan.
Only when they glanced at Wang Yuyao did a hint of wariness flicker in their eyes.
As for Ye Qingxue, her Foundation Establishment-level concealment made her undetectable to these cultivators.
Wang Jianqiang’s gaze swept over the four before settling on the Mystic Serenity Palace duo. "I’ll return your words."
"Scram. This cushion belongs to me now."
Their faces darkened with killing intent.
They had been dominating this battlefield, and without interference, the cushion would have been theirs.
Wang Jianqiang’s arrival introduced uncertainty.
Already irritated, his arrogant tone pushed them over the edge.
"You’re dead!"
With a cold snort, they summoned their flying swords and lunged at Wang Jianqiang and Wang Yuyao.
Wang Jianqiang remained calm, glancing at Wang Yuyao.
Just as she prepared to counter—
Whoosh! Whoosh!
Two streaks of spiritual energy shot through the air.
The Mystic Serenity Palace disciples’ heads were instantly pierced, their lifeforce extinguished.
Wang Jianqiang blinked in surprise before turning his head. "Does Mystic Serenity Palace allow infighting?"
A moment later, Ye Qingxue’s voice echoed in his mind.
"No."
"Then why kill them?"
"I’ve already scouted the area. There are no other Foundation Establishment cultivators here—no one can trace this to me."
Hearing this, Wang Jianqiang’s eyes lit up.
No other Foundation Establishment experts?
That meant they were invincible here!
His gaze swept across the dozens of figures scattered throughout the plaza.
"Should we go all out?"
"Go all out how?" Ye Qingxue sounded puzzled.
"Kill all these people."
Ye Qingxue: ...
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.
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.”
close your eyes and open them again, only to find yourself transmigrated into the role of a villainous male supporting character. Readers familiar with urban wish-fulfillment novels know that it is only through the relentless antics of the villainous male supporting character that the plot between the male and female leads can progress. As the villainous male supporting character, Long Aotian not only has to bully the female lead, harass the second female lead, and flirt with the third female lead, but he also has to go all out to antagonize the male lead. In the end, when his body is discovered, he is still clutching half a moldy fried dough stick in his hand. Fully aware of the plot, Long Aotian is determined to change his fate, starting with the female lead! In the beginning, the female lead lacks confidence: "Big brother, I hope I didn't scare you?" In the middle, the female lead treads carefully: "Brother Long, please don't hit me, okay?" Later on, the female lead becomes coquettishly clingy: "Aotian, it's time to pay the 'public grain' tonight." Long Aotian's legs go weak, and he feels like crying: "I taught you to be thick-skinned, not shameless!"
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."
