"Senior Brother, we must report this to the sect leader," Su Yun said as she stared at the vanished spirit herbs.
"..." Ziyun narrowed his eyes, sensing something far more sinister at play.
For centuries, the Qingyun Sect had known peace—yet now, after the recruitment trials, the skies had been struck by heavenly lightning, and the herb garden had been plundered.
Suddenly, a bone-chilling cold crept up their spines.
The two looked up in unison, their gazes locking onto a distant figure wreathed in pitch-black demonic energy, streaking toward them like a falling calamity!
Purple-dark flames coiled around the figure, the air shrieking as if space itself recoiled from its power.
It was Della!
"Junior Sister, beware—an enemy approaches!" Ziyun's pupils contracted as he reacted first. His hands moved like fluttering butterflies, weaving intricate seals. Golden light erupted from his fingertips, forming razor-sharp talismans that shot toward the Rider of the End, Della, with piercing whistles!
"Hum—"
"Hum—"
The seals struck Della one after another—Binding Seals and Demon-Sealing Talismans infused with Nascent Soul-level power. Yet the moment they touched her ink-black armor, they vanished without a trace, swallowed whole as if sinking into an abyss.
Ziyun's eyes widened in disbelief. Though injured, he was still a Nascent Soul cultivator—normally, a single strike from him would leave even fellow Nascent Soul experts reeling. Yet now, his attacks had no effect whatsoever on this dark figure?
Boom!
"Senior Brother, watch out!" Su Yun cried, her figure darting back like a startled swan.
With a flick of her jade-like hand, she retrieved a whip from her storage pouch—one crackling with azure lightning and entwined with crimson flames. The Nine Thunderfire Whip, a treasured artifact of their sect.
"Nine Thunderfire Whip, rise!"
At her command, the whip lashed out like a serpent, lightning and fire intertwining as it struck Della with devastating force.
Spells had failed, but the whip's sheer physical power left its mark—sparks erupted where it landed, leaving faint white streaks on Della's armor.
Yet her resilience defied reason. The damage only slowed her for half a breath.
The Rider of the End, once towering dozens of meters tall, had condensed tenfold—her defenses now doubled.
In the next instant, Della stood before Ziyun, her Twilight Hammer raised high. Dark-purple runes swirled along its surface, radiating annihilation as it descended toward him!
Ziyun felt an overwhelming pressure, his hair standing on end, his Nascent Soul trembling within him.
He barely managed to teleport several meters away.
"Boom!"
The hammer struck the earth with a deafening crash, shaking the ground like a magnitude-10 earthquake.
Half the herb garden shattered instantly, its center pulverized into dust.
"My garden!" Su Yun's eyes turned bloodshot, her fury blazing like an inferno.
"I'll skin you alive and imprison your soul in a furnace to burn for eternity!" she shrieked, her whip lashing out even more wildly. Lightning and fire danced along Della's armor, sparks erupting with every strike—yet Della remained unmoved, her indifference mocking Su Yun's futile efforts.
The Nine Thunderfire Whip was renowned not just for its physical might, but for the fire and lightning spiritual energy woven into it—energy capable of searing an enemy's soul.
But Della, as Ye Chuan's avatar, had no soul. She was immune to spells, her physical resistance unmatched. An unstoppable, tireless puppet, she advanced step by step, Twilight Hammer in hand.
"Boom!"
"Boom!"
"Boom!"
Each swing of her hammer gouged massive craters into the earth, shockwaves hurling rocks and plants into the air.
Ye Chuan had already stolen the spirit herbs—now, not even a single blade of grass remained.
Though Della's movements were slow, her relentless destruction had already reduced the garden's spiritual soil to ruins, its energy dissipating into the wind.
Su Yun watched her life's work crumble, her desperation bordering on madness. Her whip strikes grew fiercer, yet they might as well have been tickling Della.
"Junior Sister, stay calm! We must join forces and set up an array!" Ziyun shouted, realizing their current approach was hopeless.
As he spoke, he crushed a sect-issued communication token. Golden light shot into the sky, exploding above the Qingyun Sect—a signal calling for reinforcements.
"Understood!" Su Yun forced down her rage, rising into the air beside Ziyun.
Their hands moved in unison, weaving seals as they chanted incantations. A colossal array—spanning thousands of feet—materialized in the void, its Nascent Soul-level aura surging like a storm.
"Qingyun Demon-Sealing Array!" they roared together.
The array blazed with radiant light, its translucent hues swirling as thousands of spirit swords materialized within it. With razor-sharp intent, they shot toward Della!
"Whoosh! Whoosh!"
The swords pierced Della's body—yet her armor absorbed their energy once more, leaving her unharmed.
Impossible!
Even the array had no effect?
What kind of monster was this?
Ziyun and Su Yun paled. Before they could react, Della's violet wings snapped open, unleashing a terrifying force!
She broke free of the array's restraints like a black meteor, her Twilight Hammer crashing toward Ziyun's chest with the weight of a mountain!
"Crash!"
A dull impact echoed as Ziyun—already weakened from his injuries—was sent flying. He skidded hundreds of meters across the ground, having taken the full brunt of the blow.
"Senior Brother!"
At that moment, reinforcements arrived.
"Master! Disciple Huang Haotian of the Flying Sword Peak has come to aid you!"
Ye Chuan led a group of disciples into the garden, their faces aghast at the devastation.
"H-how is this possible?"
"Guh—!" Ziyun spat blood, his hand trembling as he pointed at Della.
"All disciples—slay this demon!"
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?!
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 bizarre and supernatural had descended. The previous emperor was a thoroughgoing tyrant; no longer satisfied with human women, he had set his sights on a stunningly beautiful supernatural entity. He met his end in his bedchamber, drained of all his vital essence. As the legitimate eldest son and crown prince, Wang Hao was thus hastily enthroned, becoming the young emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty. No sooner had he awakened the "Imperial Sign-In Intelligence System" than he was assassinated by a Son of Destiny—a classic villain's opening. The Great Zhou, ravaged by the former emperor's excesses, was in national decline. The great families within its borders harbored their own treacherous schemes, martial sects began to defy the imperial court's decrees, and border armies, their pay and provisions in arrears, grumbled incessantly against the central government. Fortunately, the central capital was still held secure by the half-million Imperial Guards and fifty thousand Imperial Forest Army who obeyed the court's orders, along with the royal family's hidden reserves of power, barely managing to suppress the realm. As the Great Zhou's finances worsened and supernatural activities grew ever more frequent, the court sat atop a volcano. Ambitious plotters everywhere dreamed of overthrowing the dynasty, and even some reclusive ancient powers emerged, attempting to sway the tides of the world. At the first grand court assembly, the civil and military officials nearly came to blows, fighting tooth and nail over the allocation of fifty million taels of silver from the summer tax revenues. The spectacle opened Wang Hao's eyes—the Great Zhou's bureaucracy was not only corrupt but also martially proficient, a cabinet of all-rounders. Some officials even had the audacity to suggest the emperor release funds from the imperial privy purse to address the emergency. Wang Hao suddenly felt weary. Let it all burn.
