"Damn this secular world, everyone looks like an ordinary person on the surface, but they could be a hidden expert," Wu Chang'an muttered as he walked down the street, feeling there was danger everywhere.
"I'd better hide out in the outskirts!"
As soon as he said that, Wu Chang'an disappeared.
A moment later, he was already outside the city.
"Phew!"
"The outskirts are nice, with such beautiful scenery and nature..."
But before his voice faded away, the earth rumbled loudly.
"Boom boom!"
The deafening sound spread all around, cracks appeared on the ground, and then to Wu Chang'an's shocked gaze, a huge building burst out from the ground and towered in front of him.
"What the hell is this?"
"Damn it!"
"I'm doomed, I'm doomed!"
Seeing the massive structure, Wu Chang'an cursed up a storm. He just wanted to find a safe place to hide, so why did this have to appear?
With one look, it was clear this was Jiang Yu's tomb!
Wu Chang'an was in despair, sensing countless auras rushing over. He was filled with a sense of crisis.
"I've never been here before, never!"
"I'm getting out of here!"
Wu Chang'an formed seals with his hands, drilling straight into the ground and disappearing.
"Phew!"
After plunging who knows how many yards underground, surrounded by earth, Wu Chang'an felt unprecedented safety. But the next moment, he felt like he had crashed into something.
The scene before his eyes changed.
He realized he was now in a grand hall.
In front of the hall hung a legendary saint weapon.
"Damn it!"
"How did I get in here?"
Seeing this, Wu Chang'an cursed up a storm. He didn't even glance at the weapon before starting to run.
As he ran, countless mechanisms in the hall were triggered.
"Boom boom boom..."
Wave after wave of attacks struck Wu Chang'an, only stopping after a long time.
By now, Wu Chang'an had hidden in a corner, trembling all over.
"Huff...huff..."
"That was close, almost died!"
Wu Chang'an muttered shakily, "I used up eighteen of my ten billion shadow clone techniques just now. If I use up nine million, nine hundred and ninety-nine thousand, nine hundred and eighty-two more, I'll be finished!"
"Heavens, someone save me!"
"It's too dangerous here."
"I absolutely won't move, even if I have to die here!"
...
At the foot of Qingshan Gate.
"Haha, I, Yu Wujie, am indeed handsome and charming, peach blossoms come to me automatically!"
Seeing the woman before him, beautiful as a celestial maiden, Yu Wujie's eyes were about to pop out. Her translucent, crystal-like skin, her slender jade legs, he couldn't get enough.
And the veil over her face, Yu Wujie wished he could tear it off to fully behold what kind of fairy she was.
Most importantly, such a peerless beauty, the finest female disciple of the Heavenly Sword Sect, had come looking for him.
"What do you think, do you like me?" Alluring sounds came from beneath the woman's veil as she lightly lifted Yu Wujie's chin with her jade-like foot, asking gently.
She was Peng Xianer, the newly famous genius of the Heavenly Sword Sect.
"L-like, I like you!"
Yu Wujie's nose was practically bleeding as he stammered out a reply.
"Then will you follow me from now on?" The voice continued, a hint of deeper meaning in her eyes.
"Of course, of course!"
Yu Wujie offered almost no resistance.
Just as the woman was about to continue speaking, her eyebrows suddenly twitched. She got up and looked towards the outskirts of Pingjiang City.
"Miss, the tomb probably reacted. We should hurry over there," an elderly man with sword-like eyebrows standing nearby urgently reminded her.
"Alright, let's hurry over. And bring him along," Peng Xianer decided instantly, glancing at Yu Wujie.
The elder looked at Yu Wujie, wondering why his young miss wanted to bring along this useless person, but he didn't say anything more. Grabbing Yu Wujie, they rushed towards the outskirts.
When they arrived, in addition to various major sects, Yun Xianque of Wind and Cloud Valley had also come.
"Looks like you all arrived pretty quickly!"
At this moment, a cultured voice rang out as an immaculate youth in white robes descended with an old man.
"Blowing Snow Mountain Villa, Fifth Sky!"
Seeing the effeminate man even more beautiful than women, Yun Xianque and Peng Xianer's eyebrows creased slightly.
Clearly, he was also a formidable character.
"But I only see you two. Where are the people from Imperial Sword Sect?" Fifth Sky asked.
Hearing this, Yun Xianque and Peng Xianer fell silent.
It was true they hadn't heard anything about Imperial Sword Sect recently. Even their disciples were rarely seen out and about, and they hadn't even shown up for something this major, which was rather bizarre.
"Forget it, one less opponent is for the best. Let's first see how we can enter this tomb!"
Saying so, Fifth Sky looked towards the Tomb of the Martial Saint.
Yun Xianque and Peng Xianer also focused their gazes there, eyes filled with greed.
his freshman year, Su Bai accidentally bound the "Indulgence Tycoon System." 【Sleeping in? Reward: +$1,000】 【Spent $288 at a street barbecue stall? Cashback: +$2,880】 【Dropped $14,396 on in-game skins? Special reward unlocked: A brand-new Porsche Panamera!】 Luxury cars, penthouses, corporate shares, financial empires… College life was all about living freely and doing whatever he pleased! … When the adorably naive academic genius faced family medical bills and financial struggles, Su Bai waved his hand dismissively: "Your future is on me." "Wuwu~ Big Brother is so good to me! I’ll become a scientist to repay you!" When the genius girl got bullied by a shady professor? Su Bai casually dropped a billion-dollar investment, forcing the university to grovel and beg for her return. A company’s funding chain collapsing? Su Bai smirked—cash was the one thing he’d never run out of. Years later, when people traced the rise of the AI prodigy beauty, who was the man behind her success? Not just that—Su Bai also became the tsundere campus belle’s unattainable dream, the contrast senior’s daily necessity, and the beautiful counselor’s emotional anchor…
ing gift was a patch of barren land, and disciples were all picked up along the way. He spent fifty years diligently building three "ramshackle little sects," thinking he could finally live a carefree life relying on his disciples. But right at the fifty-year mark, he was suddenly swept away by a spatial rift and exiled to the Chaos Desolation, the Disorderly Ruins. There was no spiritual energy there, only slaughter. Relying on the cultivation feedback from his disciples, Gu Changyuan hacked his way through a sea of blood for eleven hundred years. When the system finally fished him back out, he discovered the ramshackle little sects he'd built back then had developed a rather... unusual style. Hold on... I vanished for a thousand years, so how did my ramshackle little sects become holy lands?!
to panic—he has a system. As long as an investment target dies, he can claim a reward. And since he is immortal, the one thing he has plenty of is time. ... Countless years later. “Immortal Emperor of Longevity? I invested in him.” “Supreme Celestial Venerable? I invested in him.” “Undying Empress? I invested in her.” “...” “Heh. Once they’ve all died, even the Heavenly Dao will have to kneel and call me Dad.”
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.
