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—"
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."
grated, and just when he finally managed to get into an elite academy, he discovered that he actually had a system, and the way to earn rewards was extremely ridiculous. So for the sake of rewards, he had no choice but to start acting ridiculous as well. Su Cheng: "It's nothing but system quests after all." But later, what confused Su Cheng was that while he was already quite ridiculous, he never expected those serious characters to gradually become ridiculous too. And the way they looked at him became increasingly strange... (This synopsis doesn't do it justice, please read the full story)
m back to his original world. In the end, he realized he had overthought things. [Hey, why is Shen Manni, the female lead, acting strange? Shouldn't she be fawning over the male lead at this point?] [Zhou Qiaoqiao, are you sick? Weren't you supposed to break off your engagement today?] [Damn it! An Youyi, please do your job as an undercover agent and sell my information to the protagonist, you idiot!] ... At this moment, Xu Mo himself didn't know that these female leads had already heard his inner thoughts. Then they decided not to play by the rules. Xu Mo: Please respect my profession as the big villain!
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?!
