"A human cultivator? How dare you trespass into the territory of our serpent-folk demon race!" The green-haired man narrowed his triangular eyes, hostility dripping from his tone as he toyed with a small green serpent in his hand. The snake's flickering tongue emitted a deadly poisonous aura.
"This area is under the jurisdiction of our serpent-folk demon race. All unauthorized intruders shall be executed without mercy!"
Ye Chuan frowned slightly. He had no time to waste on such trivialities. "I'm merely passing through. I have no intention of provoking your kind. Please step aside."
Qian Shuang was getting hungry, after all.
"Step aside?" The green-haired serpent-man sneered, while the two demon cultivators behind him bared their fangs in wicked grins. "Human cultivator, do you take us serpent-folk for pushovers? Trespass into our domain, and still you act so arrogantly? Today, you won’t be leaving alive!"
With a flick of his wrist, the small green serpent transformed into a streak of emerald light, shooting straight for Ye Chuan’s face—its maw spewing a cloud of black venom!
Ye Chuan smirked, sidestepping the toxic mist. His spirit sword flashed, unleashing a blade of energy that pierced the serpent in an instant.
The serpent let out a shrill shriek before dissipating into green smoke.
"You seek death!" Enraged, the green-haired man’s body twisted and expanded, morphing into a massive azure python over thirty feet long. Its gaping maw, reeking of foul bloodlust, lunged at Ye Chuan.
The two demon cultivators behind him struck simultaneously, their bone blades slashing out dark crescent slashes, converging with the python’s assault in a pincer attack.
"Insects." Ye Chuan’s expression remained indifferent. In a blur, he teleported behind one of the demon cultivators, his black longsword flashing. A single slash—and the demon was bisected.
Seeing his comrade instantly annihilated, the remaining demon cultivator paled and turned to flee. But Ye Chuan teleported again, his sword piercing through the demon’s back, ending him just as swiftly.
"Spirit Transformation realm?!"
The colossal python’s eyes flickered with fear at the sight of its subordinates being slaughtered, yet it pressed on with reckless fury.
"I told you I didn’t want to fight. You brought this on yourselves." Ye Chuan teleported once more, beheading the python in one clean stroke.
The green-haired man’s soul attempted to escape the python’s corpse, seeking refuge in the surrounding miasma—only to be ensnared by the suction force of Ye Chuan’s Ten Thousand Souls Banner. With a final wail, it was absorbed into the artifact.
Three Nascent Soul realm souls added to the banner—barely a drop in the bucket.
At this point, Ye Chuan had slaughtered so many Nascent Soul cultivators that the gains were negligible.
Still, every bit counted. A 1% boost was still a boost, and Ye Chuan wasn’t one to refuse free power.
Sheathing his sword, Ye Chuan was about to resume his journey when a faint distress signal caught his attention.
"Hm?" He turned, peering through the mist to spot a mermaid—her upper body human, lower body fish—bound to a jagged reef in the distance.
The mermaid was beautiful, but her body was marred with wounds, her once-lustrous blue scales now dull. Heavy chains, inscribed with cryptic runes, held her captive, her eyes filled with despair.
As Ye Chuan approached, she tensed, her gaze flickering between wariness and resignation. "Are you here to torture me too? Do as you will. I won’t beg."
Without a word, Ye Chuan swung his sword, severing the chains with a single stroke.
The mermaid blinked in disbelief. "Huh? You… you freed me?"
Ye Chuan spoke plainly. "Why were the serpent-folk holding you captive?"
A flash of hatred crossed her eyes. "The serpent-folk covet my merfolk clan’s treasure. They captured me as a slave, torturing me for its location."
She sniffled. "If not for you, I’d have died here sooner or later." Gratefully, she bowed her head. "Thank you, savior. My name is Yuyu. May I know yours?"
"Qin Tianya," Ye Chuan replied curtly. "I have a question."
Yuyu nodded eagerly. "Ask away!"
"I have a method to conceal my aura. So how did those serpent-folk detect me?"
"Oh! Savior, in this Demon Sea, we demon races can sense intruders by reading disturbances in the mist. Even if you hide your aura, your movement stirs the fog, so…"
Ye Chuan understood. His concealment wasn’t faulty—they had simply tracked him through environmental cues.
He studied the little mermaid. "One more thing. Do you know how to leave the Demon Sea and reach North Divine Continent?"
"You’re heading to North Divine Continent?"
"Yes." Ye Chuan gave a brief explanation.
"Wow! I thought you were just lost here. Traveling through the Demon Sea alone is super dangerous!" Yuyu hesitated.
"Savior, I don’t want to lead you to your doom. It’s best if you turn back now."
"This Demon Sea is vast beyond measure. And even though you saved me… humans and demons are natural enemies. Not just the serpent-folk—most demons here would kill you on sight."
"Just point me in the right direction," Ye Chuan said.
"Okay, but… could you escort me back to my merfolk territory first? My clan must be worried sick…" Yuyu pleaded.
Ye Chuan shrugged. "Fine. Lead the way."
Yuyu beamed, flipping her tail as she dipped into the inky waters, resurfacing moments later. "Savior, can you swim underwater?"
Swim?
"I can, but…" Ye Chuan eyed the murky, sludge-like sea with distaste.
It felt like diving into a sewer.
"What’s wrong, Savior?"
"The water looks filthy…"
"Filthy? No way!" Yuyu splashed her tail playfully. "It’s perfectly clean!"
Ye Chuan: "…"
No idea how you managed to stay so pristine.
With a sigh, Ye Chuan enveloped himself in a barrier of spiritual energy—then, for good measure, layered it with a demonic shield.
Only then did he plunge into the abyssal depths.
To his surprise, while the surface was shrouded in impenetrable mist, the underwater realm, though dim, offered clearer visibility—at least for a short distance.
Below, however, stretched an endless void of darkness.
Yuyu circled him excitedly, her tail flicking bubbles. "Savior~ Shall we go?"
Ye Chuan nodded, letting her take the lead.
But just as they set off, the waters ahead churned violently. Countless emerald specks coalesced, forming the silhouette of an enormous serpentine figure lurking in the depths—its scales glinting with an eerie, cold light.
"Eek! Serpent-folk!" Yuyu shrieked, ducking behind Ye Chuan. "Savior, run!"
Ye Chuan, however, stood unmoved, his gaze fixed on the approaching shadows.
"Human cultivator! You dare slaughter our kin and steal our slave? Today, this elder will tear you limb from limb!" A thunderous, aged voice boomed across the sea, sending shockwaves through the water. Black waves surged, their spray carrying a bone-chilling malice.
Clearly, the higher-ups of the serpentine demon race had already noticed something amiss and were closing in, following the trail of energy.
Ye Chuan was surprised—he could sense that the owner of this aura was at least at the Enlightenment Realm level, far more powerful than the octopus demon or the half-human, half-serpent monster he had encountered earlier.
He turned to Yuyu and said, "Stay away from me later. I don’t want to accidentally hurt you."
"Me?" Yuyu didn’t dare delay and swiftly swam deeper into the abyss.
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."
nd fell into a coma while saving his younger sister from an out-of-control car. He became a vegetable. No one knew that his consciousness had crossed into a world of cultivation. Over the course of sixty years, he began as the lowest kind of mine slave, struggling to survive amid mountains of corpses and seas of blood. By sheer chance, he eventually obtained the complete memories of a fallen Immortal King. Alchemy, medicine, formations, feng shui, physiognomy, artifact forging… Every great inheritance of the cultivation world was now his. But when he opened his eyes again, he discovered that ten full years had passed in the modern world. To pay for his treatment, his father had sold the family’s shop and house, leaving himself covered in lasting injuries and illness. His mother had cared for him day and night, and more than half of her hair had already turned white. His younger sister, who had been only fifteen back then, was now twenty-five. To help repay the family’s debts, she had been forced to lower her head and put on a smiling face in places of glittering lights and endless revelry. Only then did Chen Xuan understand that what he had lost was not merely ten years. He had lost the life his entire family was meant to have. The good news was that he had brought back the memories of an Immortal King’s entire lifetime. The bad news was that his soul had returned alone—his cultivation had not come with him. Spiritual energy was scarce, resources were depleted, and the modern world still had firearms, surveillance, capital, and laws. If he wanted to protect his family, break free from everyone’s control, and become truly invincible beneath the heavens, he would have to start all over again.
world slacker. But a genius female disciple just had to get clingy, insisting that he take her as a disciple. Not only that, she was always making advances on him, thoroughly disrupting his peaceful slacker life...
to panic—he has a system. As long as an investment target dies, he can claim a reward. And since he is immortal, the one thing he has plenty of is time. ... Countless years later. “Immortal Emperor of Longevity? I invested in him.” “Supreme Celestial Venerable? I invested in him.” “Undying Empress? I invested in her.” “...” “Heh. Once they’ve all died, even the Heavenly Dao will have to kneel and call me Dad.”
