"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.
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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.
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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."
