"What was that princess's name again?" Ye Chuan pondered.
"Ademi?"
"Elizabeth?"
"Zelda?"
"Link?"
"Omazili Mambo?"
Ye Chuan pulled out his journal for another glance, finally recalling that the princess was named Irena.
"Ah, Irena. The silver-haired princess. She was a pale-skinned half-elf, wasn't she?"
"Hmm... better go back to Count Kan Gong's territory to find them."
Ye Chuan's figure blurred, and in the next instant, he vanished from where he stood.
With his current strength, Ye Chuan could teleport across thousands of miles. Reaching Miral—the territory of the little dragon-men—was now a trivial matter.
Even against the dragon-men, known for their high magic resistance, Ye Chuan's current power allowed him to handle them with ease.
"So this is what it feels like to run a low-level dungeon with end-game gear," Ye Chuan mused. Though, come to think of it, the dragon-man's Seventh Tier strength would equate to the Dao Realization Realm back on the Tianxuan Continent.
But to Ye Chuan, a cultivator at the Dao Realization Realm was no different from a helpless chicken.
Even within the same realm, there were levels to this.
Lost in thought, Ye Chuan realized he had already arrived in Miral. As the territory of Count Kan Gong, Miral's scale was naturally far beyond that of Yisu Town.
Yet, despite its grandeur, Ye Chuan didn't feel much for Miral.
If anything, he still preferred Yisu Town.
Not because of the Succubus Pavilion, of course, but purely out of affection for his starting point.
Amidst these musings, he finally arrived at the Lord's manor.
...
Coincidentally, he spotted a rather familiar figure.
Irena was sitting on a rattan chair on the manor's terrace. The afternoon sunlight filtered through the carved archways, casting dappled shadows across her form.
She possessed long silver hair that looked as if it had been tempered from moonlight. It draped smoothly over her shoulders, the ends slightly curled. A few stray strands hung by her cheeks, swaying gently with her breath, shimmering with a delicate silver glow in the sunlight, resembling flowing, fragmented starlight.
As a half-elf princess, the tips of her ears bore the characteristic curve of the elf race, tinged with a faint pink. This formed a striking contrast with her silvery-white hair, adding a touch of charm.
She wore a pale blue dress with silver vine patterns embroidered along the hem. A white ribbon cinched her waist, outlining a silhouette that was slender but not frail.
She was beautiful.
She possessed both the elegant nobility of a princess and the ethereal purity of an elf. There was a gentleness hidden within her aloofness, making it difficult to look away once she caught your eye.
"Ah, Lord Xi Xi, you've returned."
Irena, who had been quietly enjoying her afternoon tea, spoke up immediately upon noticing Ye Chuan, her tone unable to mask her delight.
Lord Xi Xi? Who's that?
Ye Chuan tilted his head in thought before remembering that he had indeed registered under the name Xi Xi at the Adventurer's Guild.
Whatever. He was called Xi Xi back on the Tianxuan Continent anyway.
"Yeah, yeah, I'm back," Ye Chuan responded lazily. He landed beside Irena, only to find the princess scrutinizing him.
"What's wrong?"
Irena fidgeted with her fingers, looking shy. "I just feel that Lord Xi Xi seems... different from usual?"
"Got more handsome, right? I get what you mean," Ye Chuan said.
"No, no, no, that's not what I meant." Unable to articulate the change she sensed, Irena waved her hands frantically.
"Huh? Do you think I'm not handsome?"
"You are! You are!"
Seeing Irena blush crimson, Ye Chuan couldn't be bothered to tease her further. He hadn't synchronized the time with the Aiser Continent, so for him, it had been a long time since he last visited this magical world.
But for Irena, he had only been gone for a day.
Still, it was quite normal for Irena to sense something different about him.
"Lord Xi Xi, Lord Kaiaolen intends to visit the neighboring territory to seek help from other Counts. When do you think would be a suitable time to depart?" Irena asked.
"Oh, the little dragon-man wants to ask for help..." Ye Chuan didn't really care about the timing. "Whenever works. I already gave you the method to identify those skin-wearing monsters, didn't I? Just pick a suitable time and go."
"Lord Xi Xi will be coming with me, right?" Irena clasped her hands together, smiling.
"Of course. As long as there's gold involved," Ye Chuan said.
Irena didn't quite catch that. She tilted her head. "Hm?"
"To restore the glory of the Hill Empire is my bounden duty."
"Lord Xi Xi, you really are so kind." Hearing Ye Chuan's words, Irena seemed deeply touched.
While Ye Chuan was chatting with Irena, Kaiaolen—the little dragon-man—approached from a short distance away.
"Xi Xi, when did you return?"
"Been back for a bit." Ye Chuan glanced at the dragon-man.
It was just a glance, yet it caused Kaiaolen to freeze in his tracks. As a half-dragon possessing dragon blood, he was naturally exceptionally sensitive to certain things.
For some reason, the Ye Chuan before him suddenly gave off a very dangerous vibe.
It felt as if... he could be torn to shreds at any moment.
"Impossible... this kid can't even break my defense." Kaiaolen quickly tossed the absurd thought to the back of his mind.
In his eyes, while the kid's mastery of spatial magic was indeed impressive, defeating him? He'd need another few hundred years of training.
"What's up?" Ye Chuan asked casually, seeing Kaiaolen staring at him in a daze.
"Nothing. I might just be overtired lately." Kaiaolen shook his head.
"Normal. Dragons are lustful by nature," Ye Chuan said. "Watch your health, old geezer."
That one sentence stunned Kaiaolen into silence. He took a deep breath but ultimately said nothing.
"I've contacted Count Oscar, and he agreed to meet. However, I haven't mentioned the anomalies in the Royal City yet," Kaiaolen continued.
"The matter is of grave importance; we need to be well-prepared."
Since the extent of the skin-monsters' infiltration into other territories was unknown, Kaiaolen's plan was to clear out the monsters in his own territory first, then seek cooperation from other Counts.
With the Royal City occupied by those skin-monsters, as a Lord, he certainly couldn't just look out for himself.
Ye Chuan, however, was indifferent.
"Oh, by the way, do you have a library here? Can I look up some information?" Ye Chuan suddenly asked Kaiaolen, as if remembering something.
"A library?" Kaiaolen paused. As a Lord, his manor naturally held a collection of various records, but he hadn't expected Ye Chuan to be interested in such things.
"Do you wish to learn other types of magic?"
"I've already mastered all basic magic. Not interested."
Although Kaiaolen felt Ye Chuan was bragging, he didn't press the issue. "What information are you looking for?"
"The Witch, Lilith," Ye Chuan said.
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.
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
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.”
