Sun Li was held in the grasp of the hand, utterly powerless to resist.
In that instant, he realized—this was yet another overwhelmingly powerful being.
Especially that face before him, those hollow eyes, sending chills of terror down his spine.
Fear and resentment nearly brought him to tears.
Had he forgotten to check the almanac before leaving home, or had he somehow offended the wrong person?
First, he’d encountered an absolute freak with the black box, and now this divine sword had led him to another one—a skeletal monstrosity, no less.
"Senior, senior, I was wrong. Please, spare me!"
Trapped in that iron grip, Sun Li’s face flushed red as he desperately begged for mercy.
"And why should this god spare you?"
The moment the words fell, Lu Benwei’s fingers tightened ever so slightly.
Crack!
The sound nearly snapped Sun Li’s neck in half.
The icy grip of death clawed at his mind.
"Senior, senior! I am Sun Li, the Third Elder of the Three Lives Sect! Our patriarch is also a master of the Fusion Dao Realm! Please, for his sake, spare my life!"
With his pleas falling on deaf ears, Sun Li resorted to name-dropping his sect’s patriarch.
After all, the Dao Realm was divided into stages: Touching Dao, Fusion Dao, Unity Dao, and Proving Dao.
Though he couldn’t discern Lu Benwei’s exact strength, he assumed it must be at least Fusion Dao.
Between peers of the same realm, some courtesy was usually extended.
"Fusion Dao Realm? What kind of trash dares ask for this god’s face?"
Lu Benwei held him by the neck like an ant, toying with him slowly.
"You—!"
The sheer audacity of calling a Fusion Dao cultivator "trash" left Sun Li choking on his words.
Such arrogance!
To dismiss the Fusion Dao Realm so casually—this was beyond lawless.
It dawned on him that begging was futile. So, teeth clenched, he switched to threats.
"If you kill me, you’ll be making an enemy of the Three Lives Sect and our patriarch!"
"Though you may be strong and your words proud, even you must weigh the consequences of provoking a Fusion Dao expert!"
"I advise you to think carefully, sir!"
Sun Li spat the words through gritted teeth, his face crimson with strain.
He refused to believe this skeletal fiend would disregard his threats.
Could this creature truly scorn the Three Lives Sect?
Yet, just as the thought crossed his mind, Lu Benwei’s lips curled into a sinister smirk.
That smile sent Sun Li’s heart lurching—a terrible premonition rising in his chest.
Sure enough, Lu Benwei’s other hand shot forward, piercing straight into the void.
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In the grand hall of the Three Lives Sect...
Zheng Wu, the sect’s rarely seen patriarch, sat upon the high seat.
Below him, rows of high-ranking elders stood in reverence, heads bowed in submission.
"How goes Wen Chengyu’s progress?" Zheng Wu asked, hands clasped behind his back.
"Reporting to the patriarch, the awakening proceeds smoothly. All is according to plan," the sect leader replied respectfully.
"Good."
A satisfied smile spread across Zheng Wu’s face. "Wen Chengyu is our greatest hidden asset. The other two great Dao sects remain oblivious."
"Once Wen Chengyu fully awakens, a Proving Dao Realm expert in this backwater realm will be unstoppable!"
"We’ll swallow the other two sects whole, and the Three Lives Sect will dominate the Nine Realms!"
"By the time those sects think to call for aid from the Heavenly Domain, it’ll be too late!"
"And once we monopolize the reincarnated sage’s arrival... tsk tsk."
"With a Proving Dao expert and a true sage reborn under our banner, even a return to the Heavenly Domain would see us reign supreme!"
Zheng Wu raised a hand, his voice thick with triumph.
"Congratulations, patriarch! Blessings upon you!"
The crowd below erupted in fervent cheers.
"Why congratulate me? This glory belongs to the entire Three Lives Sect—to all of you!" Zheng Wu declared, his voice booming.
"May the Three Lives Sect endure for eternity!"
"May the patriarch live forever!"
The crowd chanted in unison.
Standing tall at the center of their adoration, Zheng Wu basked in the vision of his future—dominating the Nine Realms, even the Heavenly Domain.
Ah, the loneliness of invincibility...
But then—
A hand materialized above Zheng Wu’s head, seizing him by the neck and yanking him into the void.
"Ah—!"
A single shoe clattered to the floor.
The patriarch was gone.
Silence.
The grand hall of the Three Lives Sect stood frozen, the air thick with disbelief.
Their patriarch... had just been kidnapped.
Right before their eyes.
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."
ut it can buy an entire year of absolutely perfect training results! Su Yu stared at his empty wallet and decisively opened up various online loan platforms. “Borrow a thousand bucks! Recharge my vitality!” Boom! His vitality broke a hundred points, shattering the limits of the human body! “Borrow ten thousand bucks! Recharge my combat skills!” Boom! A basic punching technique so common it was everywhere instantly maxed out, revealing the ultimate assassination technique of Five Elements Unity—Inner Force! When a rich kid hired assassins for a midnight ambush, aiming to break both of his legs, they instead ran headfirst into a monster—a human-shaped tyrannosaur, brimming with dragon-like vitality. With just two fingers, Su Yu snapped a steel staff reinforced with alloy. Staring at the killer’s stash of stolen cash—a staggering quarter-million dollars—he showed a corporate-sincere smile: “Thanks for the pre-exam gift pack, Mr. Zhao! I’m gonna go re-invest this!” Three days later, at the National Martial Arts College Entrance Exam, while everyone else struggled just to reach the passing line, Su Yu threw a single punch—and more than a thousand vitality points literally detonated the entire arena!
ng to die together with you." Lin Xuan is dead, his body thrown into the river by his scumbag lover and her accomplice. She, the president of the Su Group, is decisive, ruthless, and ice-cold. For three days and three nights, she had his body fished out of the river, and without hesitation, she kissed the bloated corpse of Lin Xuan. She laid down beside him in a cold coffin, their fingers intertwined, a smile lingering on her lips as she closed her eyes. The noble and cold-hearted woman, only bending for one man—Lin Xuan. Lin Xuan, with his golden finger, is reborn and returns to the day of his wedding to the treacherous woman. Su Qiang comes to steal the bride. Lin Xuan's eyes light up, eager to pledge his loyalty on the spot, but instead, her kiss transfers a glass of drugged wine into his mouth, causing him to pass out... 【Male Protagonist with Single Female Lead】【Yandere Tycoon】【Action-Packed】【True vs. Fake Heir】
e, Immortal Body, Transmigration, System, Progression Fantasy, Academy Setting, Third-Person Perspective. Alternate Title: Transmigrating into a High Martial World and Reading Live Comments. Bad news: I transmigrated. This is a terrifying high-martial world, and my original, pathetically weak body fell into a coma and never woke up. Good news: I got a Popularity Points system upon arrival. I can see live comments and even create an unkillable alternate identity. Starting out, the alternate identity has all stats at 1. The system tells me that to grow stronger, I must participate in the plot, gain popularity points to allocate stats and grow stronger, and ultimately awaken my original body. And so, carrying my original body on my back, I officially entered Huaqing Academy, where the story's protagonist resides. From that moment on, Chen Guan kicked the original plot to pieces. Live Comments: [Doesn't anyone find this mysterious coffin guy creepy? He can summon indescribable grey misty hands.] [Is this guy a hero or a villain? What kind of onion became a spirit?] [By the way, does anyone know who's in the coffin? Shouldn't the debt for saving his life be repaid by now?] [According to unofficial histories, the person in the coffin was Chen Guan's first love. Their love was once passionate and earth-shattering, but they were separated by life and death due to worldly circumstances. What a star-crossed pair.] ... Years later, the world knew of a demon god born from a coffin, shrouded in grey mist, impossible to gaze upon directly. His foremost divine emissary often wielded a scythe, reaping lives like the god of death. As war approached, facing former friends and a boundless sea of enemies, Chen Guan merely raised his scythe. "Would you like to dance as well?"
