Elder Xuan coughed up blood in disbelief as he staggered to his feet. The toxins in his body relentlessly corroded his internal organs, and even his spiritual power couldn’t suppress them.
Last time, it was that eerie intangibility. Now, it was this strange poison.
Just how many hidden cards did this brat have?!
"This… this…" Nearby, Ling Xu and Liu Canglan, who had been watching the battle, were utterly dumbfounded.
What were they witnessing?
A cultivator at the Hualing realm was beating a Wudao-realm expert like a dog?
Talented individuals could challenge those above their realm, but they had never heard of someone at the Hualing realm overwhelming a Wudao-realm master to the point of helplessness.
After all, even the weakest Wudao-realm expert was someone who had reached that level through innate talent—there was no such thing as being "weak" at that stage.
"You’ve got some skill, brat," Elder Xuan muttered, finally realizing the gravity of the situation.
Someone with this level of talent would inevitably become a major threat to his sect in the future.
No matter what, even if it cost him his life, he had to ensure this kid never left here alive!
"RAAAAAAAAH!!!" Elder Xuan roared, and the transparent threads controlling the space around them began to soak in his essence blood, their razor-sharp edges gleaming as if they could slice through reality itself.
"Heaven and Earth—Ensnaring Net!"
With a hand seal, Elder Xuan transformed the threads into a massive crimson web that descended upon Ye Chuan.
"You really think I’m the same as before?" Ye Chuan said coolly, watching the approaching net. "Just a Wudao-realm expert? Pathetic."
As he spoke, a pale gray energy surged from his palm, coalescing into a colossal sword dozens of meters long.
"Perfect. Let’s test the power of the Root-Severing Slash."
Ye Chuan swung the sword, unleashing a crescent of gray-white energy. The moment the slash appeared, the world seemed to lose its color.
The space around the arc distorted and shattered, disintegrating as if melting away. Though the slash moved slowly, the moment it collided with the crimson net, the web dissolved instantly under its corrosive force.
"What?! What kind of monstrous technique is this?!" Elder Xuan’s pupils shrank in horror.
The gray-white slash didn’t stop. It surged forward like an unstoppable force, swallowing Elder Xuan’s body whole.
"NOOOOOO—!!!"
Elder Xuan’s body disintegrated within the slash, his flesh and bones dissolving without resistance. Even his soul couldn’t escape—it withered rapidly, unable to withstand the annihilation.
"Spare me! No, please—!"
His terrified screams echoed briefly before Ye Chuan, startled by the sheer destructive force, quickly reeled the energy back in.
Damn, his main soul!
If this kept up, nothing would be left.
As the gray-white energy dissipated, only a faint, translucent remnant of Elder Xuan’s soul remained, his face twisted in absolute terror.
"Still something left, huh?" Ye Chuan observed before pulling out the Soul-Stealing Banner.
The black banner unfurled with a sharp whoosh.
Blood-red runes on the banner writhed like molten lava, and an oppressive, bone-chilling aura instantly filled the air. Countless twisted spectral figures howled as they burst from the banner, circling overhead like a storm of vengeful spirits.
Elder Xuan’s face twisted in recognition. "That damn banner again?!"
He hadn’t expected Ye Chuan to actually intend on refining him into a main soul.
"Soul-Stealing Banner? You really don’t know quality when you see it," Ye Chuan scoffed before slamming the banner into the ground.
A deep hum resonated as the crimson runes flared, and the spectral figures surged toward Elder Xuan like a tidal wave.
These were the souls of cultivators Ye Chuan had slain before. Individually, they were far weaker than a Wudao-realm expert, but their sheer numbers and ferocity made up for it. The moment they reached Elder Xuan, they latched onto his soul, tearing at it with ravenous hunger.
"You vile creature!"
Elder Xuan roared, trying to shake them off, but the spectral figures clung like parasites. Even when he destroyed some, the banner instantly replenished them, sending wave after wave of spirits at him.
Worse yet, wherever the spirits passed, Elder Xuan’s movements grew sluggish, his power waning.
After all, he was now just a soul—and the banner was the bane of all souls.
Ye Chuan watched calmly, not even bothering to summon the banner’s chains to restrain him.
"Liu family! What are you standing around for?!" Elder Xuan bellowed at Liu Canglan and the others in desperation.
Liu Canglan, whose legs had turned to jelly from fear, snapped out of his daze at the shout and rushed toward Ye Chuan.
"Truly blind to the situation," Ye Chuan remarked coldly, glancing at the Liu family members.
Only then did realization dawn on them.
Wait a second—
But before they could retreat, chains shot out from the banner, impaling the Liu family cultivators in an instant.
Liu Canglan felt an icy force invade his meridians before his body collapsed to the ground. The next moment, his soul was violently ripped out, dragged toward the banner by the chains.
"No! Elder Xuan, save us!" Liu Canglan’s soul shrieked in despair, but Elder Xuan was in no position to help—he was too busy struggling against the chains pulling him in.
Some of the Liu family members tried to flee, while others charged recklessly forward, but the banner’s chains pierced them all. Screams filled the air as one soul after another was sucked into the banner, its crimson runes glowing brighter with each addition, staining the air with a bloody haze.
With the Liu family dealt with, Ye Chuan turned his attention back to Elder Xuan.
The old man thrashed wildly, but it only slowed his inevitable fate. His soul was already in tatters, his face a mask of terror and hatred.
"Who… who the hell are you?! Killing a member of the Holy Land—they’ll never let you live!"
"The Holy Land?" Ye Chuan smirked as he raised the banner again, its runes blazing. "Perfect. My banner could use a few more souls."
Elder Xuan mustered the last of his spiritual power in a futile attempt to resist, but it was like an egg smashing against a rock. With a final, agonized scream, his soul was dragged into the banner, writhing briefly before being fully absorbed.
As the last of Elder Xuan’s soul vanished, the banner’s crimson light reached its peak before gradually dimming.
"Not bad," Ye Chuan mused, scanning the dense array of enhanced attributes. "A Wudao-realm main soul… Hm?"
He noticed something unexpected—after devouring Elder Xuan, the banner hadn’t just gained a massive boost in power. The spectral chains could now be manipulated like the threads Elder Xuan had once controlled.
"Interesting."
Ye Chuan hovered in the air, while Ling Xu and the others stood frozen in shock, their minds unable to process what they had just witnessed.
But Ye Chuan’s thoughts were already elsewhere.
Bai Qianshuang had been teleported away. He needed to catch up quickly.
But before that—
Ye Chuan rose higher, the banner in his hand radiating a sinister crimson glow.
"The Liu family… shall be erased from this continent."
end. Thus one must continue to cultivate, and become a saint or great emperor, in order to prolong one's life. Chen Xia, however, completely reversed this. Since his transmigration, he has gained immortality, and also a system that awards him with attribute points for every year he lives. Thus between the myriad worlds, the legend of an unparalleled senior appeared. "A gentleman takes revenge; it is never too late even after ten thousand years." "When you were at your peak I yielded, now in your old age I shall trample on you." - Chen Xia
ose... to cooperate with the protagonist! Shen Yuan: I have a system! Protagonist: What? System: Holy crap, you're just spilling it out like that? Shen Yuan: Let's team up, we'll split the system rewards! Protagonist: Fifty-fifty split? Shen Yuan: No way! Protagonist: What!? I'm the one getting beaten up, and I don't get half? Shen Yuan: Forty-sixty split, I get forty, you get sixty! Protagonist: Deal! Big brother, come on, hit me! As long as it doesn't kill me, beat me like you mean it! Shen Yuan: Don't worry... I will definitely protect all of you! No one but me can lay a finger on you! Guard our Heaven's Chosen Ones! I'm the only one allowed to bully them!
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.”
