【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】
...
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.
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."
nce】【Lighthearted Comedy】【Ultimate Gentleman's Novel】【Viewer Discretion Advised for Under 16】 The mightiest human hero, Sharen Morian, is resurrected after a thousand years by his wife—the Demon King. This is not your typical hero-vs-demon-king tale.
uld barely embark on the path to immortality. Just as he was on the verge of death, his golden finger awakened. No matter whether it was poison, drained blood and vital energy, diminished lifespan, or any other physical debuff caused by paying a price—once midnight passed, everything would be refreshed. From then on, whenever someone asked what kind of person Chu Ran was, the answer was simple: Forbidden arts that other cultivators dared not learn? Chu Ran would learn them. Prices that even demonic cultivators dared not pay? Chu Ran would pay them. Lifespan that even righteous cultivators dared not burn? Chu Ran would burn it. All the blood essence in his body? Take it. Want both his hands and feet? He would cut them off and send them to you. You say he’s finished? He wasn’t built to sit idle. You think he’s gone mad? No—he was simply waiting for midnight. From that day onward, Chu Ran would respect neither Heaven nor Earth, bow to neither gods nor ghosts. He had only one wish: For midnight to arrive a little sooner.
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.”
