Blood gushed forth as Chen Zhitu let out a howl of agony, his face turning deathly pale before he collapsed to the ground, writhing in pain.
It wasn’t until they saw Chen Zhitu’s arm being ruthlessly severed that the onlookers finally snapped back to reality, their eyes filled with terror as they stared at Ye Chuan once more.
"Healing Art." Ye Chuan extended his hand, and a green light shot out, landing on the severed stump of Chen Zhitu’s arm. The bleeding stopped instantly, and the wound began to knit itself back together at an astonishing speed.
Chen Zhitu froze, staring at his severed limb in disbelief—how could there be no pain at all?
He slowly rose to his feet, only to feel a sudden chill on the other side of his body. Turning his head, he saw his other arm being sliced clean off!
"AHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"
"Healing Art." The green light enveloped Chen Zhitu once more.
"Guh…"
Trembling uncontrollably, even with his arms now gone, Chen Zhitu realized he had provoked someone far beyond his reckoning—no, not just someone, but an immortal.
The gathered clansmen, the elders, and even the bystanders all dropped to their knees before Ye Chuan, not daring to so much as breathe too loudly.
"What was it you said earlier? I don’t think I heard it clearly. Say it again?" Ye Chuan’s face bore a gentle smile as he gazed at Chen Zhitu, now armless.
"I—I-I-I… I was wrong, Immortal Master! This lowly one was blind and foolish!" Chen Zhitu’s face twisted into something uglier than a sob as he wet himself in fear.
"Oh?" Ye Chuan replied calmly. "Then let me help you remember."
The air rippled, and in the next instant, one of Chen Zhitu’s legs was severed.
"AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!"
"Healing Art." The wound was sealed once more, leaving Chen Zhitu a quivering, one-legged wreck on the ground.
The sight sent shivers down the spines of everyone present. None had expected such brutality from the slender, unassuming man.
"Remember now? Let me ask you again—what did you call me earlier?" Ye Chuan pressed.
"I—I…" Chen Zhitu’s face was ashen. "Spare me, Immortal Master! This lowly one dared to call you a ‘wild brat’—"
"AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH!"
His remaining leg was sliced off.
Watching Chen Zhitu’s pitiful begging, Ye Chuan finally turned his attention to Chen Muling beside him. Her gaze toward her uncle was icy, as if she were staring at a corpse.
"Thank you for your intervention, Senior Immortal," Chen Muling said respectfully when she noticed Ye Chuan’s eyes on her.
At this moment, she couldn’t have been more grateful for picking up this naked man from the roadside. Who knew he’d become her lifeline?
Glancing at the elders, she saw their faces drained of color, too terrified to even flee—they remained kneeling, motionless.
They were all Qi Condensation cultivators. Who among them could possibly escape?
"Not calling me the ‘Naked Immortal’ anymore?" Ye Chuan asked.
"Ah—I wouldn’t dare, Senior!"
Ye Chuan didn’t mind. He’d just let his phoenix sunbathe for some extra calcium.
"What should be done with these people?"
"Whatever you decide, Senior."
"I can’t be bothered."
"Ah…" Chen Muling quickly responded, "I’ll contact the main family and deal with them according to our clan’s laws."
"Mm." Ye Chuan wasn’t interested, but he did hold some appreciation for Chen Muling—perhaps her lively nature, reminiscent of Luo Xi, had softened his heart.
"Handle it yourself." Just as Ye Chuan was about to leave, a voice suddenly shouted, "The Immortals of the Raging Sands Sect are here!"
Those simple words reignited hope in the kneeling elders and Chen Zhitu. Their heads snapped up. "HAHAHAHAHA!"
Three robed figures—two men and a woman—entered through the gate.
The moment Chen Zhitu saw the leading male cultivator, he screamed desperately, "Senior Xu, save us! This man is slaughtering everyone in the Chen Merchant Guild!"
"A demonic cultivator—a true demonic cultivator! We beg the Raging Sands Sect to uphold justice!"
"That’s right!"
"Senior, save us!"
"HAHAHAHA, his death is here at last!"
With the arrival of the Raging Sands Sect, Chen Zhitu and the elders burst into laughter, as if already savoring Ye Chuan’s impending doom.
The Raging Sands Sect was one of the most powerful sects in the region. Their sect leader’s cultivation had reached the peak of the Nascent Soul realm—no ordinary cultivator could challenge them!
"Barbaric. This defies all morality," Xu An, the leading male cultivator, frowned, his expression darkening as he took in Chen Zhitu’s limbless state.
He stepped forward, chin raised. "Who are you? Do you not know Chen Zhitu is under the protection of the Raging Sands Sect? You owe us an explanation!"
Ye Chuan’s back was turned, but for some reason, Xu An found his silhouette eerily familiar.
"Ah—" Chen Muling’s face paled. She had no idea the Raging Sands Sect would arrive today. She tugged at Ye Chuan’s sleeve. "Senior, run! Just helping me vent my anger is enough—I have no regrets!"
Ye Chuan remained indifferent. He cast a lazy glance at Chen Zhitu’s gloating expression before slowly turning around.
"An explanation?"
"What kind of explanation do you want?"
The moment the Raging Sands Sect cultivators saw Ye Chuan’s face, their bodies locked up in shock.
"This…"
Wasn’t this the same man who had beaten them senseless just this morning?
"Senior Xu, kill him!" Chen Zhitu bellowed, oblivious to Xu An’s rapidly shifting expression.
But instead of the expected retaliation, Xu An and the others immediately clasped their fists in salute.
"Senior! We—we acted recklessly!"
That single word—"Senior"—shattered Chen Zhitu’s last shred of hope. The elders fainted on the spot.
If even the Raging Sands Sect called him "Senior," there was no hope for justice.
How had Chen Muling gotten involved with someone like this?!
Chen Zhitu’s uncle and the others were petrified, their faces twitching uncontrollably.
"Ah?" Chen Muling stared in disbelief. Even the Raging Sands Sect addressed him as "Senior"? Just who was this immortal?
"Well? Didn’t you want an explanation?" Ye Chuan asked.
"Ah—n-no! Of course not, Senior!" Xu An broke into a cold sweat, forcing an awkward smile.
The bystanders watched, stunned. This was the first time they’d seen immortals wear such fawning expressions.
"Hm." Ye Chuan’s gaze shifted to Da Lei behind Xu An. "You. Any objections? Care for a spar?"
"N-no-no-no, Senior, you jest! We wouldn’t dare!"
The female cultivator, Da Lei, recoiled as if struck, shaking her head frantically.
If just a wisp of his aura had sent her senior brother vomiting blood, what chance did she have?
agon king storylines. At the start, I obtained the "Ultimate Lackey System" - the more I act as a lackey, the stronger I become. What else could I do? I chose to become the personal henchman of the ultimate villain, Su Muwan. I provoke all sorts of chosen ones, snatch away their opportunities, and commit every evil deed imaginable. You ask who's behind me? Hmph! You're not worthy of knowing my lady's name! ...... ....... I am Su Muwan, the eldest daughter of the Su family. Since childhood, I've possessed extraordinary talent in martial arts, which led to my arrogant and domineering personality in my past life. I was even foolish enough to repeatedly challenge those favored by heaven, ultimately resulting in a tragic death. In this life, I must behave and absolutely cannot walk the same path again!! However... SLAP!! "So you're the Dragon King, huh?!" When I saw my little lackey swagger over and viciously slap the Dragon King who was hiding his identity, I felt my heart sink. Su Muwan's suspended heart finally died as she watched Qin Luo, her utterly loyal lackey, standing before her. She fainted on the spot from shock. Heaven is determined to destroy me!! (Pure love 1v1, light-hearted, no angst, single female lead, villain, reincarnation, lackey)
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.
reezy rom-com) Good news: Jiang Liu is quite the ladies' man. Bad news: He’s lost his memory. Lying in a hospital bed, Jiang Liu listens to a parade of goddesses spouting "absurd claims," feeling like the world is one giant game of Werewolf. "Jiang Liu, I’m your first love." "Jiang Liu, you’re my boyfriend—she’s your ex." "Jiang Liu, we’re close friends who’ve shared a bed, remember?" "Jiang Liu, I want to have your baby." The now-lucid Jiang Liu is convinced this must be some elaborate scam... until someone drops the bombshell: "The day before you lost your memory, you confessed your feelings—and got into a relationship." Jiang Liu is utterly baffled. So... who the hell is his actual girlfriend?! ... Before recovering his memories, Jiang Liu must navigate this minefield of lies and sincerity, fighting to protect himself from these women’s schemes. But things spiral even further out of control as more people show up at his doorstep—each with increasingly unhinged antics. On the bright side, the memories he lost due to overwhelming trauma seem to be resurfacing. Great news, right? So why are they all panicking now?
ither go to a cultivation world where a single sword strike can defeat ten thousand enemies. Or they travel back to historical dynasties to alter history and wield imperial power. At the very least, they'd go back a few decades to get rich using their future knowledge and build a harem. Who the hell would transmigrate here!
