【Bai Qianshuang Appears in Zichen City】
【Bai Qianshuang Gathers Information】
【Bai Qianshuang Feels Hungry】
【Bai Qianshuang Misses You】
【Bai Qianshuang Is Pursued, Kills Two Qingyun Sect Disciples (Zi Ning'er, Yu Wei)】
【Bai Qianshuang Searches for Remnants of the Jade Void Sect】
【Bai Qianshuang Misses You】
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Meanwhile, in the Endless Demon Sea.
Ye Chuan followed the escort of the merfolk through the dark waters. With the sea chart in hand, he finally pinpointed the location of this abyssal expanse.
Bai Qianshuang's actions, naturally, were relayed to Ye Chuan through the logs. After reading them, he stroked his chin thoughtfully.
"Ran into Qingyun Sect members and killed them?"
Given their blood feud, it wasn’t entirely unexpected.
"Zi Ning'er... That name sounds familiar—wasn’t that my senior sister?" A flicker of surprise crossed Ye Chuan’s expression as he recalled memories of their past conversations and even their visit to the Qingyun Holy Land’s hot springs.
But he quickly dismissed the thought.
If revenge against Qingyun Sect was the goal, then even his senior sister stood as an enemy.
Learning that Bai Qianshuang had coincidentally slain Zi Ning'er, Ye Chuan sighed softly but didn’t dwell on it.
This outcome was inevitable—only a matter of time.
Had he encountered her himself, he might have spared her life as repayment for her past kindness. But fate had decreed otherwise on the vast Tianxuan Continent.
"Benefactor, crossing this sea will lead directly to the Donghua Divine Continent," one of the merfolk guards spoke up, though hesitance tinged his voice.
"What’s the matter?" Ye Chuan asked.
"Beyond this point lies the territory of other races. Among demonic tribes, conflicts are... frequent." The guard phrased it delicately, but the implication was clear: danger lurked ahead.
The Endless Demon Sea was no domain of their small merfolk clan. It teemed with terrifying forces, and their role was merely to guide. Still, this was the safest and fastest route the merfolk could offer.
"No need. You may return," Ye Chuan said, studying the sea chart. Truthfully, he didn’t require their protection—now that he wouldn’t get lost, their escort was unnecessary.
"Benefactor—"
"My strength surpasses yours," Ye Chuan replied with a faint smile.
"Then... take care, Benefactor." The merfolk clasped their fists in salute before watching him depart.
...
Alone, Ye Chuan pressed forward.
The sea chart’s glowing markers guided his flight, far more reliable than any compass.
Yet barely fifty miles in, inky tentacles erupted from the depths—venomous suckers lashing toward him!
"Hmm?" Ye Chuan teleported aside, his blade severing the limbs, which dissolved into foul, blackened sludge.
The leader of the assailants, a squid-tailed demon with the aura of a Nascent Soul cultivator, scrutinized Ye Chuan with narrowed eyes.
"A human cultivator? Here?"
"I’m merely passing through," Ye Chuan replied, eyeing the tentacled appendages with mild amusement. "Are you the Octopus Clan?"
"Squidfolk!" the demon snarled, bristling. "Trespassers in our domain shall have their souls extracted and refined!"
Squidfolk?
"Honestly, whether you’re squidfolk or squid-embryos, spare me the theatrics," Ye Chuan muttered.
The squidfolk hurled a net of intertwined tentacles, thick with numbing toxins meant to paralyze the soul.
With a casual swing, Ye Chuan’s sword energy shredded the attack.
"Not bad!"
The lead squid demon transformed into a colossal twenty-meter beast, its trunk-thick limbs whipping through the air.
Sword met flesh in a shower of sparks before Ye Chuan teleported behind the lesser squidfolk, executing them in swift strokes. Their souls were promptly absorbed into his Ten Thousand Souls Banner.
"You dare?!" the giant squid roared, charging.
Ye Chuan parried its strikes before blinking atop its head. Channeling his full spiritual power into his blade, he unleashed a devastating slash—cleaving the monstrosity in two!
After tidying up the skirmish, Ye Chuan consulted his sea chart again.
"Too many demons. This is getting tedious."
Did he seem like easy prey?
"Fine then."
With a thought, he summoned dozens of clones.
Unleashing their collective aura—each at the Spirit Transformation realm—the sheer pressure darkened the skies.
"That should do it," Ye Chuan mused, satisfied. No weakling demons would dare approach now.
As for stronger ones? He’d cross that bridge later. Confident in his defensive prowess, he knew escape was always an option.
True to his expectations, the sea grew eerily calm—though countless unseen gazes now weighed upon him, assessing the threat.
"This’ll suffice." Even if watched, his display of power was deterrent enough.
But just as he relaxed, the ocean trembled violently, as if some primordial leviathan stirred beneath.
Ye Chuan’s instincts screamed. His divine sense flared outward, only to recoil at the overwhelming darkness churning in the depths.
Then—
The sea beneath him split apart, not in waves but like shattered earth, revealing a yawning abyss.
A stench of rotting flesh and millennia-old decay assaulted his senses, so vile it seemed to corrode the soul itself.
Peering down, Ye Chuan’s pupils constricted—
Within the rift gaped a maw large enough to swallow mountains, its violet-black maw lined with spikes taller than trees, each barbed with half-digested beast carcasses.
Thick, emerald drool dripped from its jaws, sizzling where it struck the water.
This was no mere monster.
It was a gargantuan abyssal whale, its bulk rivaling mountain ranges!
The moment its jaws yawned open, a suction force beyond comprehension erupted. Ye Chuan’s body lurched forward uncontrollably, his spiritual barriers cracking under the strain.
"Holy—a Kun?!"
Never had he encountered a beast of such scale.
Without hesitation, he unleashed a blast of Primordial Surge!
The gray-white energy streaked into the whale’s maw—yet against its enormity, it was no more than a toothpick’s prick.
"ROOOAR—!" The colossal whale let out an earth-shaking roar, its voice brimming with agony and fury.
It never expected this insignificant human to wound it. Its massive body thrashed wildly, churning monstrous waves across the sea!
Seizing the moment, Ye Chuan teleported away in a flash. When he glanced back, he saw the abyssal leviathan slamming the ocean’s surface in a frenzy of pain, its wrath making the entire Demon Sea tremble. Only after a long while did it finally sink beneath the waves with reluctant fury, like a submerged mountain slowly vanishing into the depths.
"……"
"That thing is just... too massive," Ye Chuan murmured under his breath.
A whale so vast, no pot could ever hold it.
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."
ive and Ruthless] Before his transmigration, Ye Xuan was playing a game called "Severing Emotions to Attain the Dao." The game's core wasn't about leveling up by fighting monsters, but about conquering various "bad women" with wicked personalities and cold, fickle natures. There was only one method to conquer them: stay unwaveringly by their side, then die at a critical moment, driving them to madness after losing the protagonist. The higher their level of regret, the higher the player's score. To dominate the server, Ye Xuan conquered all the bad women. In the early stages, he showered them with boundless tenderness, only to choose to sacrifice himself for them later, making them weep bitterly and drown in regret. Among them were: Xia Lengyue, the unfaithful immortal wife who chased after powerful men and discarded her husband like trash. Ye Qingcheng, the Demonic Venerable of the Joyous Union Sect, who appeared pure and innocent but was, in reality, promiscuous. Wu Lingxiao, the Empress of the Great Xia Dynasty, who lusted after men and loved maintaining a harem. Bai Qiangu of the Endless Demonic Sect: a bloodthirsty mass murderer. However, when the protagonist transmigrated into the game world, he made a horrifying discovery. Eight hundred years had already passed. The bad women he had conquered had now each become deities and revered ancestors. Faced with the endless stream of toxic women coming for him, Ye Xuan could only rely on his god-tier acting skills to carve a path of survival through this world of treacherous women.
or! A blessing for those who struggle with love, a guidebook for dating novices. Quickly match with your dream goddess! Complete walkthroughs earn rewards, and perfect walkthroughs unlock limited achievements!】 Shen Yi, an ordinary office worker, accidentally downloads a mini-game called Dating Simulator. The mini-game is simple: randomly search for dating targets, simulate dates, and receive rewards upon successful confession. Rewards include but are not limited to money, attributes, and skills. The higher the evaluation, the better the rewards, with perfect ratings unlocking mysterious achievements. Shen Yi plans to use this mysterious mini-game to continuously pursue targets and improve himself, making his life better and better. ...... However, after several successful walkthroughs, Shen Yi suddenly notices something strange - the targets he previously simulated dating seem to be searching for him in real life?
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.”
