Tianxuan Continent.
Xiluo Kingdom, mountain valley.
Wind blew across the drifting sand.
"..."
"Damn it, clicked the wrong thing. I wanted a succubus foot massage." A string of curses floated through the air as Ye Chuan suddenly found himself transported to the Tianxuan Continent.
He sighed helplessly and pulled out his phone to check. Probably because of the earlier incident with his sister, he must have accidentally selected the Tianxuan Continent option when activating the portal.
"Whatever. What was I supposed to do here again?" A few days at the Mute Academy had left his brain a little sluggish.
"Let me see..."
"Oh right, head to the royal capital of Xiluo Kingdom to collect payment from that princess—Ademi, was it?" Ye Chuan hovered mid-air, using his divine sense to roughly pinpoint the direction. Just as he was about to warp straight there, his senses picked up something unusual.
Shifting his gaze, he spotted a lone figure being pursued by several robed cultivators.
"Another chase scene? Pretty common in Tianxuan Continent, but..." Before he could finish, he got a clear look at the man.
Jet-black hair, a dark robe draped over a gaunt frame covered in wounds, yet his expression was unyielding.
"Looks kinda..." Ye Chuan struggled to describe it.
Handsome?
Not exactly—definitely not as good-looking as himself.
More like... he had that protagonist vibe. Yeah, that fit better.
As Ye Chuan mused, the man—currently fleeing on a flying sword—noticed him standing effortlessly in the air and froze. "You—?"
But the man’s energy was already spent, barely holding on through sheer willpower.
"Nowhere to run!" The pursuing cultivators closed in fast, immediately noticing Ye Chuan hovering nearby.
"Who’s this stray cultivator? Heavenly Punishment Sect business—move aside!"
Originally, Ye Chuan had planned to just watch, but those words made his expression darken. "Oh?"
His gaze swept over the pursuers—just a bunch of Golden Core-level nobodies.
No point hiding it now. A torrent of spiritual energy erupted from Ye Chuan, the crushing pressure of a Spirit Transformation realm expert instantly freezing the cultivators mid-air, as if weighed down by boulders.
"I am the Spirit Transformation Sovereign. How dare you insects bark at me?"
Ye Chuan clasped his hands behind his back, eyeing them like trash.
As he spoke, his Pikachu pajamas flapped wildly in the spiritual wind.
Probably why they’d underestimated him in the first place.
"Spirit Transformation… impossible!" The cultivators trembled.
In this region, only the enigmatic sect leaders had reached that realm—even Golden Core was rare. Where did this absurdly young powerhouse come from?
"Impossible?" Ye Chuan scoffed. "I was born with the Dao Body, ascending from mortal to Spirit Transformation in a single year. Do you worms even comprehend that?"
A year?!
The cultivators thought he was full of it but didn’t dare retort. "W-we’re disciples of the Heavenly Punishment Sect. Please forgive our earlier disrespect, Senior!"
"Senior, I beg you—save me!" The wounded man coughed blood, fists clenched.
"This Sovereign does not kill lightly. As the ancients said, ‘Human nature begins wicked; enlightenment brings virtue.’" Ye Chuan intoned solemnly.
"Om mani padme hum, I shall grant you a chance at redemption."
The cultivators gaped, then brightened—they’d expected death, but this senior seemed merciful!
"Come. I’ve opened a Virtue Enlightenment Class—just 998, and kindness comes home."
With a flourish, Ye Chuan whipped out a soul banner. Chains shot forth, impaling the cultivators.
"Y-you—a demonic cultivator?!"
"This is enlightenment?!"
"That’s a soul-stealing banner!"
Ye Chuan’s face remained deadpan. "Nonsense. Can’t even recognize my Emperor’s Banner? Get reformed!"
Screams of tormented souls erupted as the cultivators’ spirits were sucked into the banner, adding to its ghastly collection.
Ye Chuan inspected it. A minor stat boost.
Eh, better than nothing.
Still too soft-hearted. Maybe next time he’d refine—ahem—enlighten an entire sect.
Turning, he saw the man’s face pale further, coughing violently. "Senior…"
Facing a demonic cultivator, the man looked ready to collapse but forced himself to speak. "Senior, I… I must save my beloved. If you grant me time, my soul is yours afterward—"
"Hah? ‘Yours’?" Ye Chuan raised an eyebrow. "You seem decent. I’ll humor you—what’s your pitch?"
"I—I’ll accept enlightenment!" the man blurted.
"Mm, acceptable." Ye Chuan waved the banner. "Remember, my Emperor’s Banner purges sin from cultivators like you."
The man’s smile looked more like a grimace.
Purge sin?
The skulls on it were literally spewing purple miasma.
And the wailing ghosts weren’t exactly subtle.
Exhaustion finally overwhelmed him. His vision darkened, his flying sword faltered, and he plummeted.
Ye Chuan almost let him drop—a little fall wouldn’t kill him—but the "save my beloved" line gave him pause.
"Fine. Consider this Sovereign’s mercy."
In a flash, Ye Chuan teleported, grabbing the man’s hair—
Riiip.
A patch of scalp came off. The man kept falling.
Ye Chuan: "..."
Another flash. This time, he went for the throat, yanking him mid-fall.
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Some time later, the man stirred awake, blinking at his surroundings.
"This place…"
"I’m alive?" Relief came first, then a strange tightness in his throat. And why was his head so… breezy?
Before he could ponder, a voice cut in. "Hey, you’re up."
Turning, he saw Ye Chuan lounging on a rock, waving casually.
Memory flooded back. The man scrambled up, bowing deeply. "Senior, thank you for saving my life!"
"Small thing." Ye Chuan shrugged. "But kid, your constitution’s kinda unique, huh?"
While the man was out, Ye Chuan had scanned him out of curiosity. Interesting findings.
"..."
esick Sect? Well, at least it's considered a respectable orthodox sect. Wait a minute— What kind of vibe are you all giving off? Shouldn’t this be a love-struck, romance-obsessed sect? Why does everyone here sound more like demonic cultivators? "Master, today he’s getting married. This disciple wishes to descend the mountain and crash the wedding, then toy with him to death right in front of his wife..." "Elder, I only got into your sect through connections, so why won’t you teach me anything?" "Because I also became an elder through connections." Thankfully, Su Ji was just an outer sect labor disciple. Surely, nothing too crazy would— "Junior Brother, you’ve broken through to Qi Refining. Once you sever your useless spiritual root, you can officially become an outer sect disciple." "The Great Dao is merciless. Don’t let a worthless spiritual root waste your essence and spirit, hindering your cultivation." Is this really the Lovesick Sect? ... Three years later, Su Ji sat in the seat of the Lovesick Sect’s sect master, sighing with emotion. His rise to this position all started when his junior sister adamantly insisted on preserving his "spiritual root." "Mmm... Senior Brother, what’s our relationship now?" "Stop talking. Keep going." "By the way, that newly promoted top-tier sect—didn’t they come to buy our Love Beans?" "One top-grade spirit stone per Love Bean—is that really so expensive?" "I suspect they’ve eaten too many Love Beans." "Now they’re lovesick." Well, this really is the Lovesick Sect after all.
s the Eldest Princess, renowned for her cold and aloof detachment, became the most docile of lambs, obeying his every command without question. But when the final move was played on the chessboard, as Gu Chenghan seized everything and ascended on the verge of apotheosis, that very Princess suddenly embraced him from behind, her tone carrying a dependence never heard before: "Wait... you haven't yet... commanded me to love you forever." Gu Chenghan froze abruptly. She... hadn't been hypnotized?! ... [The Eldest Princess's Diary] [When my soul was extracted, becoming the sole spectator outside my own shell] [At first, there was overwhelming fury, until I saw] [How he used my sword to effortlessly shatter my inescapable doom] [How he wielded my authority to eradicate fatal conspiracies I had never even detected] [Like a deity, he rescued me from the deep mire I was trapped in] [If not for those annoying vixens, he and I would be a match made in heaven] [I think I am ill, gravely ill] [My deity should belong to me alone] ... "Hypnosis? Oh, it succeeded, my dear Master." "Only this time, it's my turn to hypnotize you."
orn and Humiliation】【Forced Love】 In his past life, Lin Ran was betrayed and murdered by his girlfriend and family, while the yandere female aristocrat, who had treated him as a mere plaything, avenged him by doing in his enemies. Upon seeing the yandere female aristocrat lying in the same coffin, ready to die with him, Lin Ran realized how profoundly mistaken he had been. Reborn, he abandoned the fickle campus beauty and wholeheartedly embraced the yandere female aristocrat's arms. "Ran! If I dig out your eyes and turn them into a specimen, you'll only be able to look at me!" Lin Ran: "Darling, kiss me!" "Ran! If I break your legs, you won't run away anymore, right?" Lin Ran: "Love, hold me tight!" "Ran! If..." Lin Ran: "Hush now! Love me more!" Luo Yao: ... Seeing his scumbag dad: "Take him out!" Seeing his stepmother: "Get rid of her!" Seeing his brother: "Eliminate him!" Seeing his white moonlight: "Send that to Southeast Asia!"
close your eyes and open them again, only to find yourself transmigrated into the role of a villainous male supporting character. Readers familiar with urban wish-fulfillment novels know that it is only through the relentless antics of the villainous male supporting character that the plot between the male and female leads can progress. As the villainous male supporting character, Long Aotian not only has to bully the female lead, harass the second female lead, and flirt with the third female lead, but he also has to go all out to antagonize the male lead. In the end, when his body is discovered, he is still clutching half a moldy fried dough stick in his hand. Fully aware of the plot, Long Aotian is determined to change his fate, starting with the female lead! In the beginning, the female lead lacks confidence: "Big brother, I hope I didn't scare you?" In the middle, the female lead treads carefully: "Brother Long, please don't hit me, okay?" Later on, the female lead becomes coquettishly clingy: "Aotian, it's time to pay the 'public grain' tonight." Long Aotian's legs go weak, and he feels like crying: "I taught you to be thick-skinned, not shameless!"
