Since it had already reached the final hour of this day,
then the end of her life must surely come within this hour.
With only one hour left to live, even Piaomiao Hong—who had been prepared for this since birth—could not describe the emotions swirling in her heart.
Memories flashed through her mind like fleeting shadows.
Her father, her mother…
Her siblings within the clan…
And even Yi Feng, the man she had met after being kidnapped, who seemed to seek nothing but death.
Her thoughts drifted far, far away…
Had it not been for this curse, her life could have been so much more vibrant. She might have done all the things she had longed for but never had the chance to accomplish…
Hmm?
Just then, as she awaited death, Piaomiao Hong sensed something amiss.
Her beautiful eyes snapped open.
Because in her recollection, that final hour had already passed.
Time had moved into the next day.
"How…?"
"How could this be?"
Piaomiao Hong was so shocked she could hardly steady her breathing.
Never in her wildest dreams had she imagined she would survive this day.
"Could the calculations have been wrong?"
But no.
This was undeniably the day.
Her heart now raced with both exhilaration and unease.
The curse within her should have erupted by now, yet it remained dormant.
Desperate for answers, she channeled her energy, sending surges of power coursing through her meridians, circulating it cycle after cycle.
But after several cycles, her eyes widened in astonishment.
To her overwhelming joy, she discovered that the curse within her had vanished.
"Gone… It’s truly gone."
Piaomiao Hong checked again and again.
Each confirmation yielded the same result. Her voice trembled as tears of joy streamed down her face.
Words could not capture the storm of emotions inside her.
She had resigned herself to certain death, only for the curse to inexplicably disappear at the very last moment.
In the vast training square of Sword Valley,
though dawn had yet to break,
countless disciples were already practicing their sword forms with relentless dedication.
Yet their faces were etched with sorrow.
Piaomiao Hong held a revered position in Sword Valley. Despite her status, she had always treated even the non-core disciples with kindness, often guiding them in their swordplay.
Thus,
her impending demise had cast a pall of grief over the entire valley.
They trained with desperate fervor, as if exhausting themselves would numb the pain.
But suddenly, every disciple in the square snapped their attention toward the Sword Burial Grounds.
Beneath the towering archway lay a path that stretched into the abyss—where countless swords and bones had been laid to rest…
Yet now,
footsteps echoed from within, crunching against the barren earth.
The unexpected sound put everyone on high alert. Guards at the archway and disciples alike gripped their swords, their eyes sharp with vigilance.
For since ancient times, this path had only ever been entered—never exited.
Footsteps emerging from it now were nothing short of unnatural.
The sound grew closer, and gradually, a faint silhouette took shape in the dim light.
Tall and graceful,
she wore a snow-white gown,
like an immortal untouched by mortal dust, her beauty ethereal against the desolate backdrop.
Step by step, she walked forward, a sword in hand.
Finally,
her face became clear.
"It’s the Young Mistress!"
"Heavens, the Young Mistress is walking out!"
"How is this possible? By the reckoning of time, she should have… yesterday…"
The figure emerging was none other than Piaomiao Hong.
The disciples of Sword Valley gaped as if they had seen a ghost, their voices filled with disbelief.
The commotion quickly drew the attention of the entire valley.
Piao Zheng, the current Valley Master, rushed over with a retinue of elders and disciples.
Within moments, thousands had gathered, their eyes wide with shock as they stared at Piaomiao Hong beneath the archway.
Piao Zheng’s body trembled as he scrutinized her. After a long silence, he finally spoke, his voice tentative.
"Hong’er… is it really you?"
Under the weight of their gazes, the woman in white nodded gently, her voice choked with emotion.
"Yes, Uncle Zheng. It’s me."
That single address—"Uncle Zheng"—made Piao Zheng’s eyes redden instantly.
He knew then, regardless of the reason, that this was his niece, Piaomiao Hong.
There could be no mistake.
Absolutely none.
"Hong’er, what happened?"
"How did you…?"
Piao Zheng darted forward, his voice laced with anxious hope, though he himself didn’t know what he was hoping for.
Yet against all odds, that inexplicable hope was answered.
"Uncle Zheng… I don’t know why, but the curse within me has vanished."
"I… I don’t have to die."
Tears of joy spilled from Piaomiao Hong’s eyes as she spoke.
Her words sent shockwaves through the crowd.
"What?"
"What did she say?"
"The Young Mistress’s curse is gone?"
Gasps of astonishment rippled through the gathered disciples.
Piao Zheng trembled even more violently, afraid he had misheard. He stepped closer, his voice grave.
"Hong’er… are you certain?"
ive and Ruthless] Before his transmigration, Ye Xuan was playing a game called "Severing Emotions to Attain the Dao." The game's core wasn't about leveling up by fighting monsters, but about conquering various "bad women" with wicked personalities and cold, fickle natures. There was only one method to conquer them: stay unwaveringly by their side, then die at a critical moment, driving them to madness after losing the protagonist. The higher their level of regret, the higher the player's score. To dominate the server, Ye Xuan conquered all the bad women. In the early stages, he showered them with boundless tenderness, only to choose to sacrifice himself for them later, making them weep bitterly and drown in regret. Among them were: Xia Lengyue, the unfaithful immortal wife who chased after powerful men and discarded her husband like trash. Ye Qingcheng, the Demonic Venerable of the Joyous Union Sect, who appeared pure and innocent but was, in reality, promiscuous. Wu Lingxiao, the Empress of the Great Xia Dynasty, who lusted after men and loved maintaining a harem. Bai Qiangu of the Endless Demonic Sect: a bloodthirsty mass murderer. However, when the protagonist transmigrated into the game world, he made a horrifying discovery. Eight hundred years had already passed. The bad women he had conquered had now each become deities and revered ancestors. Faced with the endless stream of toxic women coming for him, Ye Xuan could only rely on his god-tier acting skills to carve a path of survival through this world of treacherous women.
+ Slow Paced + Main Character Thrives Together with His Disciples】 Transmigrated into a cultivation world, Chu Xingchen awakens a discipleship system that reveals the tags of his disciples! Starting from scratch, he builds the strongest sect. Disciple One: Li Yingling 【Gold Tag: Genius Cultivator】【Purple Tag: Extremely Lucky】【Blue Tag: Bewitchingly Beautiful】 Disciple Two: Li Hangtian 【Gold Tag: Reincarnated】【Purple Tag: Ruthless and Decisive】【Blue Tag: Loyal and Noble】 Disciple Three: ??? 【Orange Tag: Alluring Demoness】【???】【???】 Thus, in the cultivation world, an unremarkable little sect appears out of nowhere, but little do others know that each member of this sect is a powerhouse in their own right. The book is also known as: Cultivation? It's Exactly Like This!
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!
g Yu was preparing for retirement when her organization decided to eliminate her. She transmigrated to a zombie apocalypse world. However, a tiny unexpected situation occurred: She somehow transformed into an adorable little girl?!
