"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!"
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."
transmigrates into the world as the sect master of the Heavenly Yan Sect, which is on the verge of being wiped out. He binds a system that grants him cultivation power based on the number of disciples he has: for each disciple, he automatically gains a year's worth of cultivation every single day! Take one disciple: every day he gains 1 year of cultivation power. While others struggle through a year of bitter training, he gets the same just by sleeping through a single night. Take ten disciples: every day he gains 10 years of cultivation power. Foundation Establishment, Core Formation, Nascent Soul—he breezes through all bottlenecks without lifting a finger. Take one hundred disciples: every day he gains 100 years of cultivation power. Even a Soul Transformation Venerable before him can’t survive a single blow. Take ten thousand disciples: every day he gains 10,000 years of cultivation power! With a wave of his hand, he topples empires. With a single step, he crushes the sacred grounds of the universe. ... While others fight tooth and nail for secret techniques, Lin Yan casually hands out Nascent Soul-level cultivation manuals as beginner textbooks. While others strain to find talented recruits, Lin Yan opens his doors to anyone—so long as they’re human. In just three short years, the Heavenly Yan Sect went from a backwater sect made up of three crumbling huts to a sacred land that every cultivator under heaven would kill to enter. ... One day, otherworldly demon gods invade, with a million demon soldiers pressing down upon the realm. Lin Yan, yawning, rises from his lounge chair and glances at the system panel: [Current Disciples: 1.28 million] [Daily Cultivation Increase: 1.28 million years] He waves his hand casually, and the countless demon soldiers are reduced to ashes in an instant. “So noisy… interrupting my fishing.”
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.
nto another world, I bought a slave for the first time, never expecting the silver wolf girl to be so cute... Lin Feng: I know it's cold, but you don't have to sneak into my bed! Yuna: Just sharing body warmth, if you dare do anything naughty, I'll definitely...
