"Master, I suspect it was my elder brother who tried to kill me. He—"
"Enough. I have no interest," Gu Qingfeng interrupted. "It's always the same nonsense—power struggles in some insignificant kingdom. I can't be bothered to listen."
Shangguan Wan'er was left speechless. An insignificant kingdom? Nonsense?
This was a matter concerning billions of lives! The Yu Hua Immortal Dynasty governed countless souls, and the emperor's every move affected everyone. Yet to him, it was just… dull?
Yes, to Gu Qingfeng, it was exactly that dull—so dull he couldn’t even feign interest. If it were the Starveil Immortal Dynasty, he might have humored her. But the mid-tier Yu Hua Immortal Dynasty? What a joke.
Just then, the disciples of the Tai Xuan Immortal Sect arrived belatedly at the commotion. Leading them was the visibly tense Yuan Heng, the Supreme Elder.
Yuan Heng rushed over in a panic, only to exhale in relief upon seeing Shangguan Wan'er unharmed.
"Your Highness, what happened just now? This old man sensed the presence of a True Immortal's attack."
Shangguan Wan'er recounted the events, including the True Immortal’s use of Soul Parasitism. As for how the True Immortal’s soul was defeated, she claimed it was due to some secret treasures bestowed by her father. Yuan Heng didn’t press further.
After exchanging pleasantries, Yuan Heng, citing the sect’s negligence in protection, offered an abundance of immortal pills, divine medicines, and celestial fruits as compensation.
Shangguan Wan'er was satisfied with his attitude.
But Gu Qingfeng smirked in disdain. It was obvious Yuan Heng was involved.
From the start, Yuan Heng had introduced Yin Xiao, clearly intending for him to get close to Shangguan Wan'er. When that failed, he sent Yin Xiao under the guise of a sparring match—only to stage an assassination.
Why strike now?
Because Elder Yan wasn’t around, of course.
Of course, this was all speculation. Confronting Yuan Heng would be pointless—he’d never admit it without proof.
But Gu Qingfeng didn’t need proof. He didn’t even care about justice.
He wasn’t concerned with whether Yuan Heng was the mastermind, nor did he plan to seek vengeance like some wronged victim. He only wanted one thing: money.
Since he’d set foot in their sect, it was their misfortune—and his opportunity.
Plunder their wealth, seize his fortune!
Even without the assassination attempt, Gu Qingfeng had already planned to empty the Tai Xuan Immortal Sect’s treasury. Now that they’d tried to kill Shangguan Wan'er? Well, he wouldn’t rest until he’d squeezed them dry—down to their last drop.
"Old fool, you think tossing us a few pills and fruits makes up for an assassination attempt in your sect?" Gu Qingfeng provoked outright.
"How dare you! A mere lower-realm savage has no right to speak here!" Before Yuan Heng could respond, one of the elders behind him snapped furiously.
Gu Qingfeng glanced at him indifferently. "For that remark alone, you die."
The elder sneered, about to mock him—when Gu Qingfeng flicked a finger.
Boom!
The elder’s body exploded like it had been hit by a cannon, bursting into a mist of blood.
The crowd was stunned. None had even seen Gu Qingfeng’s movement—just a finger flick, and the elder had… disintegrated.
Worse yet, the elder didn’t resurrect!
Did that mean that single flick had erased his very essence?!
What kind of monstrous technique was this?!
In truth, it was simple. Gu Qingfeng had merely tapped into his True Immortal physique—over a hundred times amplified—and casually channeled a fraction of his trillion-year cultivation into that flick, like flicking a marble.
"You killed Elder Wang?!" A matronly elder shrieked in fury.
"Supreme Elder, this lowly savage dares to defy the might of our Tai Xuan Immortal Sect—"
Boom!
Another flick. The woman’s head burst apart, her elegant body collapsing into a pool of blood.
Panic erupted among the sect members. They turned to their pillar of support—Yuan Heng—only to find him drenched in cold sweat.
Because Gu Qingfeng’s finger was now pointed at him.
"Wait! Hold your hand!" Yuan Heng cried desperately.
Regret flooded him. He never should have agreed to help the Second Prince assassinate Princess Wan. He’d thought it was the perfect opportunity with Elder Yan absent—and even if it failed, they could pin it all on Yin Xiao.
But who could’ve imagined the princess had such a monster by her side? This was no lower-realm savage—this was an Earth Immortal disguised as a mortal!
How else could a mortal kill an immortal with a finger flick?
The only explanation was that this man’s cultivation far surpassed his own, making him appear as a mere mortal.
And clearly, this man knew Yuan Heng was behind it. The "compensation" demand was just a pretext for revenge.
What kind of supreme expert would stoop to extortion in broad daylight unless it was retribution?
"Esteemed sir, I know you believe I’m involved, but I swear to the heavens—this was none of my doing! Yin Xiao must have been manipulated by someone—" Yuan Heng babbled nervously.
"Shut up! Who cares about the assassin? I said compensation! Pay up!" Gu Qingfeng barked.
Did the identity of an ant matter when it threw a grain of sand at your shoe? You either ignored it—or pissed on the entire anthill.
That was all.
Different levels, different concerns.
But the more Gu Qingfeng dismissed the issue, the more Yuan Heng panicked. He "understood" the man’s game—without proof, he wouldn’t accuse directly. Instead, he’d use another excuse to pressure him into submission before striking.
Such ruthless tactics!
Fortunately, Yuan Heng had prepared an airtight alibi. If things went south, he could shift all blame onto Yin Xiao.
"Esteemed sir, I have proof! I can prove—"
Boom!
Yuan Heng’s words died as an iron grip seized his throat.
Terror flooded his face as he stared into the cold eyes inches from his own. He struggled, desperate to present his evidence and beg for mercy.
"Do you not understand human speech?" Gu Qingfeng’s voice, dripping with menace, echoed in Yuan Heng’s ears like a demon’s whisper from the abyss.
"I have… evi—"
"Evidence your ass!"
Gu Qingfeng’s fury erupted. Was there some cosmic disconnect between the upper and lower realms?!
"I said money! MONEY! Not your damn evidence!"
"Devour Heaven and Earth!"
A violent suction erupted from Gu Qingfeng’s palm, and Yuan Heng’s cultivation surged out like a tidal wave, draining into him.
Yuan Heng’s body withered at a visible pace, his flesh shriveling until he was little more than a skeletal husk.
And still, the devouring continued.
Gradually, his bones began to shrivel, his entire body crumpling like a sheet of paper fiercely crushed into a wrinkled ball.
end. Thus one must continue to cultivate, and become a saint or great emperor, in order to prolong one's life. Chen Xia, however, completely reversed this. Since his transmigration, he has gained immortality, and also a system that awards him with attribute points for every year he lives. Thus between the myriad worlds, the legend of an unparalleled senior appeared. "A gentleman takes revenge; it is never too late even after ten thousand years." "When you were at your peak I yielded, now in your old age I shall trample on you." - Chen Xia
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."
ap a wealthy young lady? Or else I'll be eliminated by the system? Ye Feng, who awakened the Kidnapper System, originally wanted to live a peaceful life but never imagined he would become a kidnapper of young women. However, after some time, he discovered that all the girls the system ordered him to kidnap were far from ordinary. "Big brother Ye Feng~ You've kidnapped my heart, and now you're not allowed to leave me ever again~" "Ye Feng~ You kidnapped me back then, now it's my turn to capture you♡" "Little Feng, you're mine! You can only be mine!" "Ye Feng, none of them deserve you. Only I love you the most♡" ... This is madness, they've all gone mad! Wait, what? Why are all the girls I kidnapped yanderes?!
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?!
