Upon hearing the term "evil cultivator," Ye Chuan immediately frowned in displeasure.
"What evil cultivator? I hail from a righteous sect. Since childhood, my master taught us to help elderly women cross the street and turn in every penny we find to the authorities. You’ve just signed your own death warrant."
"Soul… soul banner…"
"The Human Emperor’s Banner—never seen one before?" Ye Chuan shook the soul banner in his hand, from which eerie wails emanated. "These pitch-black strands are Primordial Purple Qi. Anyone who sees them is blessed with great fortune."
"Bullshit! Every evil cultivator waving a soul banner claims it’s the Human Emperor’s Banner and insists they’re righteous!" Zuo Mu turned and fled without hesitation, abandoning the disciples who had come with him.
Seeing their elder flee, the other disciples immediately followed suit.
"Fellow Daoists, why not join me in the Human Emperor’s Banner for a chat?"
Purple light erupted from the soul banner, and chains shot out like vipers, piercing Zuo Mu’s chest in an instant. With a vicious tug, his soul was forcibly dragged out and brought before Ye Chuan.
"Why… why? We had no enmity between us… why?!" Zuo Mu’s soul roared in fury.
"You called me an evil cultivator. Do evil cultivators need a reason to kill?" Ye Chuan replied with a sidelong glance.
"I… I…" Zuo Mu was dumbstruck. Had he really been killed over a single remark?
"Senior, spare me! I misspoke! You’re absolutely a righteous cultivator! That Human Emperor’s Banner is practically overflowing with Primordial Purple Qi!" Zuo Mu’s expression shifted as quickly as flipping a page.
"Good, you’ve learned your lesson." Ye Chuan smiled. "Then, as a righteous cultivator, everyone I kill must be a villain who deserves death, right?"
"Yes, yes, absolutely!"
"So, you deserve to die, don’t you?"
"Yes, yes—wait, no!" Zuo Mu frantically shook his head.
His face twisted grotesquely, half-smiling, half-weeping. "I…"
Before he could finish, his soul was sucked into the banner. Ye Chuan glanced at the fleeing disciples. Though some had escaped, he had no intention of chasing them down. Instead, his gaze settled on the two figures lying unconscious on the ground.
"Quite the looker. That so-called Holy Son must’ve had plans for you, huh?" Ye Chuan had overheard everything earlier.
Studying the exotic beauty of the young woman, he stroked his chin.
"Interesting. Big eyes, high nose bridge—looks a lot like the Xinjiang people back home."
Without further ado, he grabbed both of them and flew off in the direction the disciples had fled.
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"Ugh…" When Cang Wu awoke, he found himself in a dimly lit cave. A blizzard raged outside the entrance, while the cave floor was lined with soft bedding.
"Princess…" Remembering something urgent, he turned and searched frantically until he spotted the young woman resting nearby.
"Awake?" A voice spoke up, and Cang Wu finally noticed a figure seated on a rock.
Recognizing Ye Chuan’s face, Cang Wu—a towering man—immediately dropped to his knees. "Immortal, I owe you my deepest gratitude! I will repay this life-saving kindness!"
"Focus on recovering first." Ye Chuan eyed the man’s condition. When he’d first brought them here, Cang Wu had been riddled with fatal wounds, barely standing through sheer willpower.
Quite the tough guy.
"I am General Cang Wu of the Northern Domain’s Cang City. She is Princess Ademi of the Xiluo Kingdom. As for why we were pursued—"
"I already searched that old man’s soul. I know the gist of it." Ye Chuan waved lazily. "The girl has a special constitution, so that Ice Profound Palace’s Holy Son wanted to capture her as a cultivation furnace."
"You refused, so they sent cultivators to slaughter your city. Only the two of you escaped and have been hunted ever since."
"Exactly." Cang Wu clenched his fists.
Ye Chuan wasn’t particularly interested in their plight. Instead, he asked, "So, what’s her name again? Princess… Tazmi?"
"It’s Ad—"
"Ah, right, Princess Amiya. What’s her constitution?"
"It’s Ademi…" Cang Wu hesitated, torn between correcting him and avoiding offense. In the end, he stayed silent, only stammering when asked about her constitution.
"W-well, I’m not entirely sure."
"What, afraid I’ll get ideas?" Ye Chuan found this amusing.
"Immortal, please don’t misunderstand. I meant no disrespect."
"I couldn’t care less about your so-called special constitutions." Ye Chuan shrugged. As someone with the Chaos Indestructible Body, he had little interest in anything less than legendary-tier physiques.
"It’s the Celestial Profound Yin Body."
"Oh?" The name caught Ye Chuan’s attention. At least it was a top-tier constitution—though he’d never drawn it before.
"I don’t know the specifics. Only the name." Pain flickered across Cang Wu’s face.
"Cang City is gone. The princess has been unconscious all this time…"
His expression was lost, as if he had no idea what to do next.
"Princess Amiya’s fine. I checked earlier—just some frostbite and injuries. She’ll wake up soon." As Ye Chuan spoke, the girl on the bedding finally stirred.
Her brows furrowed briefly before her eyes fluttered open.
Staring at the unfamiliar cave walls, Princess Ademi seemed dazed. After a long moment, she turned her head and spotted Cang Wu.
"Gen… General Cang."
"Your Highness, you’re awake!" Cang Wu immediately knelt before her. "Thanks to this immortal’s aid, we’ve escaped the Ice Profound Palace’s pursuit."
"I brought this upon you all." Ademi’s voice was heavy with guilt.
"No, Your Highness. This was never your fault."
"..." With Cang Wu’s help, Ademi sat up and noticed Ye Chuan. Realizing he was their savior, she bowed deeply.
"Immortal, thank you for your assistance."
"Don’t mention it." Ye Chuan replied. "Just pay me in spirit stones. I’m not greedy—eight or ten thousand will do."
"Spirit stones…" Ademi gave an awkward smile. "We don’t have any at the moment."
"Oh."
Hearing the sudden chill in Ye Chuan’s tone, Ademi glanced at Cang Wu, who shook his head subtly, signaling her to stay quiet.
"Well, since you’re both fine, I’ll take my leave." Ye Chuan stood up. He had no interest in getting tangled in the affairs of the Ice Profound Palace or some princess.
Helping these two had already put him at a loss.
Calling herself a princess yet so broke.
Ye Chuan couldn’t help but think of Irene and the succubus.
At least she had some gold to spare.
"Wait, Immortal—"
u Chenyuan transmigrated into a female-oriented novel about a real and fake heiress, becoming the CEO elder brother of both. Unfortunately, the entire Lu family—including himself, the CEO—were mere cannon fodder in the story. Determined to save himself, Lu Chenyuan took action. The spoiled, attention-seeking fake heiress? Thrown into the harsh realities of the working class to learn humility. The love-struck real heiress? Pushed toward academic excellence, so lofty goals would blind her to trivial romances. As for the betrayed, vengeful arranged marriage wife… the plot hadn’t even begun yet. There was still time—if he couldn’t handle her, he could at least avoid her. "CEO Lu, are you avoiding me?" Mo Qingli fixed her gaze on Lu Chenyuan. For the first time, the shrewd and calculating Lu Chenyuan felt a flicker of unease.
th】 【No prior gaming knowledge required】【The First Cultivation + Game Design Novel on the Platform】 In a world where the righteous path dominates and crushes the demonic sects, Lu Ze unlocks the "Son of the Demon Path" system. Killing righteous cultivators now grants him power-ups. Wait—deaths in illusions count too? As a former game designer, Lu Ze decides to give the cultivators of this world a little—no, a massive—shock... Sect Elders: "What is this 'Escape from the Demon Sect' game? Why have all our disciples abandoned cultivation to play it??" Elite Disciples: "You're saying... mastering 'Demon Slayer' can help us counter demonic schemes?" Reclusive Masters: "Why did I leave seclusion? Ask that backstabbing rat who ambushed me in 'Eternal Strife' yesterday!" Rogue Cultivators & Civilians: "'Immortal Abyss Action' is addictive! You can even earn spirit stones by loot-running..." Sect Prodigy: "My Dao heart is unshakable... except for that cursed black hammer." Royal Scions: "Can skins have stat boosts? I’ll pay 10,000 spirit stones for one!!" Sect Leader: "WHO IS CORRUPTING MY DISCIPLES?!!!"
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lan, the Luo family, tracked him down - along with the babies in their arms. Mo Xuan stared pensively at the paternity test results from over a dozen top institutions, both domestic and international, showing a 99.99% match between himself and the two baby girls. At 23, Mo Xuan, a doctoral student, had become the father of two three-year-old children. The kicker? The mothers weren't even the same person! He gradually realized he was being lured step by step into an elaborate trap designed by these two yandere sisters. "Be good, little Xuan. Sister's life belongs to you entirely." "Brother, if you try to run away, I'll have no choice but to tie you up." Mo Xuan: "Do whatever you want, ladies. I give up."
