Bai Piaopiao and Su Jie watched with trembling hearts.
They knew Yi Feng's cultivation was extraordinary, but they never expected it to be this formidable!
Their eyes brimming with excitement, they landed beside Yi Feng.
"Yi Feng, you're unbelievably strong!"
"Who knew your power was so terrifying—defeating Gu Qingcheng in a single move!"
The two women were practically fangirling over him, their admiration evident.
Yet Yi Feng merely blinked, utterly unimpressed.
Why was Gu Qingcheng so weak?
He hadn’t even exerted any real effort, and yet the man had gone flying…
Lowering his gaze to his right hand, Yi Feng sighed softly.
"Ah..."
When he looked up again, the figure in the distant crater was undeniably Gu Qingcheng—disheveled but still caked in thick makeup, unmistakably the powdered pretty boy.
Defeating a so-called "Saint" in one strike—his power was monstrous.
Any bystander would’ve been left speechless.
No wonder the two women were so awestruck; the situation was downright absurd.
But Yi Feng felt no joy. Only a deepening sense of despair, as if fate had cruelly confirmed his worst fears.
While the women showered him with praise, he stood frozen, drenched in metaphorical cold water, utterly defeated.
Damn it all!
His Saint-level cultivation was undeniable—and ridiculously overpowered at that!
Screw this damn system!!!
If he was already this strong, why bother sending him on a suicide mission?!
Yi Feng remained motionless, the world’s noise grating on his ears.
Why?
How could he genuinely be a Saint? A single move had crushed Gu Qingcheng—what kind of sick joke was this?!
With this level of power, how was he supposed to die?!
He’d spent the entire night in denial, clinging to the faint hope that it was all a misunderstanding.
But then this pretty boy had shown up, shattering any remaining doubt.
He was a Saint—no question about it.
Totally screwed…
His hopes for life were gone.
Yi Feng fell into silence, his heart utterly chilled.
His despondent stance only deepened Bai Piaopiao and Su Jie’s admiration. Bai Piaopiao’s eyes sparkled like a starstruck fangirl.
Of course.
Yi Feng’s strength was immense—he’d already blocked Su Jie’s sword strike effortlessly. Defeating Gu Qingcheng was no cause for celebration.
As Su Jie had said, Yi Feng’s aspirations transcended the mundane.
He was just so… different.
Bai Piaopiao’s heart raced as she watched him, captivated by his silent, brooding demeanor. Even his aloofness felt uniquely cool, drawing her in.
Then—a ragged figure clawed its way out of the crater.
A hoarse, deranged shriek shattered the moment.
"This… can’t be! Impossible!"
The trio snapped back to reality, turning toward the source.
Gu Qingcheng stood with disheveled hair, his face twisted with venomous hatred.
Their eyes met.
His expression cycled between fury and humiliation, features contorting grotesquely.
"Bastard! BASTARD!!!"
"How dare you be a Saint?! I, Gu Qingcheng, have reigned for millennia—never have I suffered such disgrace! Bai Piaopiao, you wretched woman, you actually brought a Saint here to play the fool?!"
"I’ll bury every last one of you here! Your families! Your servants! Everyone connected to you will PAY FOR THIS HUMILIATION!!!"
A terrifying killing intent erupted, veins bulging across Gu Qingcheng’s forehead.
The murderous aura was no bluff—even Su Jie tensed, not out of fear for his power, but the sheer, unrelenting bloodlust.
This had escalated beyond repair.
Bai Piaopiao and Su Jie exchanged uneasy glances. Against the ancient clan backing Gu Qingcheng, even they couldn’t afford recklessness.
But before they could strategize, Yi Feng stepped forward.
To him, Gu Qingcheng’s ranting was a beacon of hope.
The man’s frenzied state, his overwhelming aura—surely he’d pull out some earth-shattering trump card now, right?
Please… don’t disappoint as a "Saint" of the ancient clans!
Yi Feng advanced steadily, a glint of anticipation in his eyes.
His calm demeanor stunned Bai Piaopiao and Su Jie—and made Gu Qingcheng’s face darken with grim resolve.
Gathering his Dao energy, Gu Qingcheng adopted a lethally serious expression for the first time in centuries.
"Fine. You’ve got nerve."
"In thousands of years, I’ve never fought at full strength. No one has pushed me this far. But provoking my killing intent will be your greatest regret."
"Open your eyes wide and witness the might of an ancient clan!!!"
Yi Feng nodded earnestly, excitement growing.
"Good! I’m watching!"
Gu Qingcheng’s eye twitched at the audacity.
Then—with a roar—he unleashed his full power, ascending into the sky.
The very heavens trembled as cosmic energy converged. Clouds churned, the earth quaked, and an oppressive aura blanketed the sacred realm.
His face now a grotesque mask of fury, Gu Qingcheng spread his arms wide. His effeminate eyes blazed with divine light, as though he’d transcended mortality.
"STARRY SKY ANNIHILATION!!!"
A voice like thunder echoed as Dao energy materialized into a colossal chessboard in the sky. Intersections formed luminous pieces, coalescing into a radiant sea of stars that illuminated the entire sacred ground.
Bai Piaopiao’s face tightened as she reinforced her defenses.
Su Jie gripped her sword, murmuring in awe,
"That wastrel’s talent is real. For all his debauchery, his mastery of the chess Dao is peerless—he’s harnessing the power of heaven and earth. Even I might struggle to counter this."
Bai Piaopiao’s anxiety spiked at her words. Yet when she glanced at Yi Feng, she froze.
He was… smiling.
Her heart skipped a beat. What kind of unshakable confidence was this?!
Su Jie, too, dropped her crossed arms in shock.
Just how strong was he to remain so composed?
Yi Feng’s depth was unfathomable—his poise was on another level entirely.
The two women could only watch, not daring to interfere.
As the radiant chessboard’s pressure bore down on the sacred realm—suppressing palaces, pavilions, and all living things—Gu Qingcheng sneered from on high, gazing at the ants below.
"Fools."
"Perish here with those two bitches! And know this—I’ll make sure your clans, your loved ones, everyone you’ve ever known BEGS FOR DEATH before joining you in hell!!!"
Finally, Yi Feng’s smile widened.
"So strong…"
If Gu Qingcheng was going all out, he might as well play along—put in a little effort to draw out the man’s full potential.
With that thought, Yi Feng adopted a casual stance, clenching his right fist.
To Gu Qingcheng, the motion was laughably amateurish. His lips curled in condescending pity, as though humoring a child’s feeble attempt.
"Have you given up in despair? When this Saint truly exerts himself, everyone else is but an ant..."
As that fist lashed out, Gu Qingcheng's smirk froze abruptly.
With the forward momentum of that punch, Gu Qingcheng's expression shifted rapidly. In the span of a mere instant, his face turned deathly pale.
In his eyes—
The moment that fist was unleashed, it seemed as though a colossal, sky-spanning phantom fist materialized, surging from the earth with terrifying might. Under its overwhelming force, even the heavens seemed ready to crumble into dust, and the blazing sun itself appeared to flee in frantic retreat!
Gu Qingcheng's face drained of color, his lips trembling uncontrollably—before he could even react—
BOOM!!!
The chessboard, formed from the very essence of the world's power, shattered like brittle kindling. The sky cleared, and all things returned to normal.
The once-boastful figure was swept away as if caught in a gale, plummeting like a shooting star. Every trace of his imposing aura vanished without a trace. The morning light spilled over the land once more, as though nothing had ever happened.
The sun rose anew, the skies pristine and bright.
One punch.
The chessboard manifestation, woven from the very fabric of heaven and earth, dispersed like mere dust.
This...
Could such power truly belong to a Saint?!
iemie, male, Race: Moon. Hobby: Collecting anomalies. At first, he thought he possessed two systems: the Crimson Rainbow Moon and the Clear Cold Frost Moon. One day, he discovered that he himself could also become a system for others, holding the chessboard of fate. The Eighth Epoch, also known as the Eternal Moon Epoch. Humans, witches, elves, bloodline descendants, specters, demons, and spirits together compose a new history. Walking the path on behalf of the moon, before he knew it, Chen Miemie's footsteps were followed by all manner of strange and wondrous anomalies. As time passed, many titles circulated about him—The King in Yellow, Lord of Anomalies, Heart of the Eternal Moon, and more. "Me? I'm just a traveler who enjoys collecting interesting creatures," Chen Miemie said.
+ 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!
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."
