Wang Jianqiang burst out of the frigid pool and reached downward, grasping at it.
The Minor Five Elements Sword Formation instantly transformed into a barrier, sealing the pool's surface.
Then, at full speed, he charged toward a distant range of snow-capped mountains.
"Struggling in vain."
Beneath the pool, Lin Xian'er let out a cold laugh. With a single finger pointed downward, the Minor Five Elements Sword Formation shattered instantly. She then shot out of the pool without pause, pursuing Wang Jianqiang relentlessly.
Once free from the pool, Lin Xian'er unleashed the full speed of her mid-stage Foundation Establishment cultivation.
Like a streak of rainbow light, she tore through the sky and appeared behind Wang Jianqiang in an instant.
Her palm pressed downward.
A massive spiritual energy hand descended.
Wang Jianqiang had no choice but to halt his escape, countering with a punch.
Boom!
After the deafening explosion, blood trickled from Wang Jianqiang's lips, but he continued his desperate flight toward the icy mountains.
Lin Xian'er's expression remained frosty. In a flash, she closed the distance again.
Boom!
Another explosion sent Wang Jianqiang hurtling backward. Yet, mid-air, he forcibly stabilized himself and resumed his flight toward the mountains.
"So stubborn!"
A flicker of surprise crossed Lin Xian'er's face before she sneered. "Let's see how much more you can endure."
With another cold laugh, she caught up to him once more.
Boom!
Boom!
Boom!
The chase continued, explosions ringing out incessantly.
Wang Jianqiang was battered and sent flying repeatedly, his body barely holding together despite his physique, which rivaled the resilience of 960 spiritual runes.
His injuries piled up, growing more severe with each blow.
Yet, the distance to the edge of the snow-capped mountains steadily shrank.
Boom!
One final explosion sent Wang Jianqiang crashing heavily at the foot of an icy peak.
Whoosh!
The next moment, Lin Xian'er arrived, hovering above him like an immortal descending from the heavens, her white robes fluttering. Her face twisted with hatred as she looked down at him.
"Finally at your limit?"
She raised a finger, spiritual light flickering at its tip, ready to deliver the killing blow.
Whoosh!
Suddenly, the frigid air turned scorching.
Lin Xian'er flinched, darting aside just as a streak of fire grazed past her.
Though untouched, the searing heat still burned her skin, and her spiritual energy felt as if it might ignite.
Before she could recover, a sharp whistling sound pierced the air.
Looking up, she saw a streak of cyan light diving toward her at terrifying speed.
Within the light was a tiny, delicate-looking cyan bird, no larger than a palm.
At first glance, it seemed harmless—frail, even.
But its blistering speed and the overwhelming heat radiating from it sent a clear warning: this creature was deadly.
Whoosh!
Before Lin Xian'er could react, the bird was upon her.
She barely managed to evade.
Boom!
The earth trembled as cyan flames erupted, spreading rapidly.
The snow-covered ground turned to scorched wasteland in an instant.
Seizing the opportunity, Wang Jianqiang attempted to flee.
Lin Xian'er's eyes flashed coldly—she moved to pursue.
Screech!
A piercing cry echoed from below.
A sea of cyan fire surged upward, engulfing her.
Her heart lurched.
Forced to abandon her pursuit, she focused all her energy on defending against the flames.
Yet the cyan fire defied all expectations.
Her defenses crumbled like fragile bubbles, melting away instantly.
"What kind of spirit beast is this? How can it be so powerful?"
Terror gripped her as she dodged frantically.
But the flames were relentless.
This time, she wasn't fast enough.
A wisp of fire, thin as a strand of hair, landed on her shoulder.
Her skin blackened instantly, the heat spreading like wildfire.
Panicked, she channeled her spiritual energy to suppress it.
Though she eventually extinguished the flames, the effort cost her a full tenth of her spiritual energy—not consumed, but outright incinerated.
Lin Xian'er paled.
Such terrifying flames were unheard of!
No longer daring to engage, she turned and fled.
Yet the cyan bird pursued her relentlessly, as if fixated.
Frustration gnawed at her.
Hadn't that wretched old man been here too?
Why was this monstrous bird targeting only her?
Was she truly this unlucky?
Though her mid-stage Foundation Establishment speed was formidable, the bird matched it effortlessly—even surpassing it.
In the chase that followed, Lin Xian'er failed to shake it off. Instead, she was struck multiple times by the cyan flames.
Her robes were tattered, her spiritual energy depleted by over eighty percent.
Whoosh!
Suddenly, the bird lunged at her.
Too fast to evade, she took the full impact.
Thud!
Blood sprayed from her mouth as she was sent flying.
Crashing to the ground, she ignored her injuries, using the last of her energy to extinguish the lingering flames.
But with the flames gone, her spiritual energy was completely exhausted.
Worse, the collision had left her grievously wounded—now barely clinging to life.
Just as despair set in, a distant explosion echoed.
The cyan bird's attention snapped toward the sound.
Without another glance at Lin Xian'er, it streaked away.
She exhaled in relief.
Whatever had caused that noise, it had saved her.
Had the bird stayed, she would have been doomed.
As she struggled to rise, intending to find a safe place to recover, a figure descended from above.
Lin Xian'er looked up—and froze.
Wang Jianqiang?
Their eyes met.
He seemed startled at first, instinctively tensing to flee. But then, noticing her state, he landed before her with a smirk.
"Lin Xian'er. Fancy meeting you again so soon."
"You don't look so good."
Her heart sank.
Out of the frying pan, into the fire.
In her current state, even a peak Qi Refining cultivator could overpower her. Against this old monster, she stood no chance.
"What's wrong? Cat got your tongue?" Wang Jianqiang taunted.
Lin Xian'er scoffed. "Enough nonsense. What do you want?"
"Oh, I want."
He grinned.
Lin Xian'er blinked, uncomprehending.
Then realization struck.
Her face went deathly pale.
or! A blessing for those who struggle with love, a guidebook for dating novices. Quickly match with your dream goddess! Complete walkthroughs earn rewards, and perfect walkthroughs unlock limited achievements!】 Shen Yi, an ordinary office worker, accidentally downloads a mini-game called Dating Simulator. The mini-game is simple: randomly search for dating targets, simulate dates, and receive rewards upon successful confession. Rewards include but are not limited to money, attributes, and skills. The higher the evaluation, the better the rewards, with perfect ratings unlocking mysterious achievements. Shen Yi plans to use this mysterious mini-game to continuously pursue targets and improve himself, making his life better and better. ...... However, after several successful walkthroughs, Shen Yi suddenly notices something strange - the targets he previously simulated dating seem to be searching for him in real life?
ose... to cooperate with the protagonist! Shen Yuan: I have a system! Protagonist: What? System: Holy crap, you're just spilling it out like that? Shen Yuan: Let's team up, we'll split the system rewards! Protagonist: Fifty-fifty split? Shen Yuan: No way! Protagonist: What!? I'm the one getting beaten up, and I don't get half? Shen Yuan: Forty-sixty split, I get forty, you get sixty! Protagonist: Deal! Big brother, come on, hit me! As long as it doesn't kill me, beat me like you mean it! Shen Yuan: Don't worry... I will definitely protect all of you! No one but me can lay a finger on you! Guard our Heaven's Chosen Ones! I'm the only one allowed to bully them!
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."
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.”
