In a luxurious tavern.
A white-robed youth eagerly walked in.
"Uncle Luo, please help me guard, I need to first attune this top-grade Immortal Artifact to myself," he said solemnly before hastily sitting cross-legged in the room.
Then, he eagerly took out the top-grade Immortal Artifact, a sword, and examined it closely.
This was a top-grade Immortal Sword.
Its appearance was unremarkable, but it felt heavy in his hand, and his mind could clearly sense the terrifying energy within.
"Activate!"
Celestial Energy enveloped the sword, causing it to float before him.
At the same time, the terrifying Celestial Energy within the white-robed youth also began to circulate.
Clearly, he had started to refine the sword for himself.
With Uncle Luo guarding outside, he wasn't afraid of any problems.
A drop of bright red blood slid from his fingertip and fell onto the floating sword.
With the addition of blood, the refining process would be twice as effective.
However, to his surprise, a force of extreme repulsion emanated from the sword, nearly knocking the white-robed youth off the bed.
Although he managed to steady himself, he still felt quite unwell.
A trace of blood seeped from the corner of his mouth.
"I never thought that even with my blood and all my cultivation, I couldn't refine it!"
"Top-grade Immortal Artifacts are indeed top-grade Immortal Artifacts. It's said that weapons at this level already possess spirits. Now it seems to be true."
Instead of being alarmed, he became even more delighted, his eyes shining even brighter.
Clearly, the stronger the sword's performance, the more powerful strength it would bring him once truly refined.
"It seems I underestimated the top-grade Immortal Artifact."
"It looks like I need to use my essence blood."
"My essence blood is extremely precious, but for this top-grade Immortal Artifact, even if I consume a drop, it's worth it."
As he spoke, he bit his tongue.
A drop of blood emerged, golden and even glowing.
It then dripped down from his tongue.
Falling onto the sword.
"Refine!"
At the moment the essence blood fell, the white-robed youth quickly formed hand seals, pouring all his strength into the sword without reservation.
Boom!
The sword rebelled once more.
A powerful force suddenly erupted from within, heavily striking the white-robed youth, sending him flying.
"Damn it!"
"What's wrong with this broken sword!"
His face darkened as he shouted unwillingly, "How can even my essence blood fail to refine it!"
Just as he was feeling desperate and unsure of what to do, a sudden voice appeared in the room.
"Hmph!"
"Even if this sword is just one of my master's countless scraps, without his consent, how could a trash like you refine it?"
This voice made the white-robed youth shudder violently, his hair standing on end, his back turning cold.
Because with his strength, he couldn't sense where this person was exactly.
What was even more terrifying was that Uncle Luo was guarding the door outside, yet there was no movement at all, clearly indicating that he hadn't noticed this person's presence either.
"Who are you?"
"Since you're here, why hide your head and tail?"
The white-robed youth raised his guard, shouting loudly at the empty room.
As his voice fell, a black-robed figure appeared before him out of thin air.
The figure was small.
Wrapped in a large robe.
Its face was obscured by a thick mist, making it impossible to see its true appearance.
"Who are you?"
The white-robed youth narrowed his eyes and also took back the sword that hadn't been refined.
"Eternal Calamity God!"
"Lu Benwei!"
A casual voice came from within the black robe.
Behind the mist, it seemed there was a pair of cold eyes watching him, making the white-robed youth shudder and take two steps back unconsciously.
But when he heard the black-robed figure's words, he suddenly wasn't afraid anymore, raising his head and laughing loudly.
"Lu Benwei, if I'm not mistaken, you're the so-called Lu Dada from the mouths of those three trash, aren't you? Eternal Calamity God, what a joke!"
The white-robed youth completely relaxed, coldly looking at the black-robed figure before him, confident and saying, "Although I don't know what means you used to evade Uncle Luo's and my perception, did you really think I didn't investigate you?"
"You're not from the Heavenly Immortal Palace, and there's no one like you among the great beings above the Star Immortal Realm."
"So?"
A strange voice came from within the black robe.
"So, this young master doesn't take you seriously."
"As for your arrival, it must be for this sword, right?"
The white-robed youth sneered, leisurely saying, "The sword is in my hand, let me see what abilities you have to take it away."
lan, the Luo family, tracked him down - along with the babies in their arms. Mo Xuan stared pensively at the paternity test results from over a dozen top institutions, both domestic and international, showing a 99.99% match between himself and the two baby girls. At 23, Mo Xuan, a doctoral student, had become the father of two three-year-old children. The kicker? The mothers weren't even the same person! He gradually realized he was being lured step by step into an elaborate trap designed by these two yandere sisters. "Be good, little Xuan. Sister's life belongs to you entirely." "Brother, if you try to run away, I'll have no choice but to tie you up." Mo Xuan: "Do whatever you want, ladies. I give up."
u serious?" Chen Feng watched helplessly as his painstakingly trained disciple, fresh off a championship victory, publicly abandoned him. "You had your chance, but you didn’t appreciate it. Now, face the consequences of your choice!" Chen Feng possessed the "Master System," a treasure trove of supreme martial arts techniques, capable of molding ordinary individuals into peerless prodigies. "Legs like yours? A shame not to train in the Crippling Kick." "Ever heard of a palm strike that descends from the heavens?" "Auntie! I see extraordinary bone structure in you—a martial arts prodigy, one in ten thousand." The once-defiant senior disciple, now watching her juniors rise to fame one after another, dominating the internet, was consumed by endless regret.
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u Chenyuan transmigrated into a female-oriented novel about a real and fake heiress, becoming the CEO elder brother of both. Unfortunately, the entire Lu family—including himself, the CEO—were mere cannon fodder in the story. Determined to save himself, Lu Chenyuan took action. The spoiled, attention-seeking fake heiress? Thrown into the harsh realities of the working class to learn humility. The love-struck real heiress? Pushed toward academic excellence, so lofty goals would blind her to trivial romances. As for the betrayed, vengeful arranged marriage wife… the plot hadn’t even begun yet. There was still time—if he couldn’t handle her, he could at least avoid her. "CEO Lu, are you avoiding me?" Mo Qingli fixed her gaze on Lu Chenyuan. For the first time, the shrewd and calculating Lu Chenyuan felt a flicker of unease.
